Happily Ever After (sequel to CEO)

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Eve POV

I'm four months pregnant now.

I'm also showing now, which is kind of cool to see. A few people from my job noticed my bump and congratulated me.

I haven't seen my family in a while so I haven't gotten a chance to mention I'm pregnant.

I'm going to my Dad's house on Saturday actually, to watch Lexi and Rachel for him and Zoe, who I'm finally meeting in person. I asked Harry to go with me and he said he'll think about it because he doesn't know if he has a conference call around then. If Harry goes with me I'll tell my Dad the news.

Other then that I've been doing okay I guess. I've been back to my regular eating habits for awhile. Awhile as in a few weeks. I've gotten past Doug's death that still make me sad, but I just to keep going as I always have.

Harry knows I go to therapy because I told him after my first session. I felt guilty that I was keeping it from him since he doesn't keep his from me.

My therapist diagnosed me with anxiety problems and slight depression. So, that's what I'm working through currently.

Yesterday was my doctors appointment for the baby. I was worried there was something wrong because of what happened last month. But she said everything is perfect and the baby is going good.

Max, the German Shepard at the shelter, is still there. I've tried to persuade some people buying him who visit and they all say they don't want an attack dog. Any dog can be an 'attack dog'. I wanted to go off on all of them but I let it be.

I like to think I'm doing better. I don't feel as sad as I did last month, which I think is good.

I'm in bed with Harry now relaxing. We moved into our house last week and it still amazed me that we live here. I get so giddy walking into the house everyday after work because I can see the fancy marble steps that I like a lot.

My hands are rested on my stomach which is now an official, small baby bump.

I hope it's a boy if I'm being honest. I don't think Harry can handle another daughter now. Plus, I find a mini him running around adorable.

It's April now and the doctor said we might find the gender out in May, which is cool. Harry and I haven't talked about what gender we want or any names. We're taking it month by month which is good cause we don't know what can happen.

We haven't had sex since his birthday in February. So, it's been two months. He doesn't make his usual dirty comments or even try to make a move. I suppose that's fine. It's just that now I'm very hormonal and you know, I want sex sometimes. I'd never admit that out loud because I never have been that person. I don't know, I just feel like Harry doesn't want me in that way anymore.

I'm probably just thinking too much into it as always. 

"Harry?" I say to him.

"Eve?" He looks over at me with an amused smile.

"So," I start causing him to lower the the TV. "At the dog shelter there is a German Shepard who hasn't gotten a home yet," 

"Okay?" Harry says with furrowed eyebrows.

"We have a home," He laughs at my sentence.