It's complicated.

It's complicated - Chapter 40

Harry p.o.v

As I step in the door all I can smell is new paint, which I personally don't mind the smell of but it means Flora's been busy painting all day, and there's only two weeks until her due date so I'm worried about leaving her alone.

The house is pretty much finished though, we've moved in, it's just the nursery. 

"Flora?" I call as I kick my shoes off, I know Flora will kill me if I get any dirt on the new cream carpet. She's been cleaning and putting everything away for the last week, which I think is called nesting but I'll tell you what it isn't half annoying.

"Yes" I hear her reply. 

I open the door of the nursery, she hasn't half been busy.

"I've been painting" She says thrusting her paintbrush with something that looks like custard dripping off the end, I move my foot rapidly to avoid is splashing my black supra's.

"No shit" I smirk looking around the room that is the same custard colour.

"Do you like it?" She asks.

"Yeah, looks good" I say.

"It's just because I had no idea what colour to paint it, like, it can't be blue or pink so it has to be yellow, and then it took me like an hour to choose the right colour yellow, and then Lauren came round and she totally dissed the colour and I'd already painted half of it so I had to change it I me-" She starts off on a rant so I cut her off gently. 

"It's great, honestly" I say. 

"Good" She nods finally in satisfaction.

"I don't even know how you can reach the wall" I mutter smirking slightly.

"What did you say?" She whips round. 

"You heard" I wink. 

"Cheeky bastard" She mutters. 

"Sorry, do you want some help?" I ask. 

"I'm good actually" She says. 

"Nah, you must be shattered" I say going up behind her and grabbing the paint brush out of her hand. 

"Give it back!" She says. 

"No! it's my turn" I say painting a bit high up, so she can't reach me even if she was still agile enough to do so. 

"Fine" She says giving up. 

"Fine" I repeat painting the last bit and dumping the brush on the floor.

"You totally stole the glory, I've been slaving over that all day" She moans. 

"Sorry.. I'll make it up to you" I say grinning. 

"You better do" She says. nowadays 'I'll make it up to you' to Flora doesn't mean anything remotely exiting or sexual, it means food. But I can deal with that for only two more weeks. 

"You have paint in your hair" I say testing the patch of yellow in her messy bun to see if it's still wet. It's dry. 

"Ugh do I?" She says. 

"Yeah, but it'll come out okay"  I say.

"Harry? I actually am shattered, finish up here for me?" She asks. Sighing. 

"Okay, seeing as you've been working your bum off.. or should I say bump" I laugh. 

"Yeah whatever" She laughs heading out the door. 

I finish quickly looking into our room quickly before heading downstairs, Flora's curled up on the bed asleep, so I turn the light out before going to find some dinner, it's only about 9 bless her. 

I cook myself taco's, that's always what I have when I have to cook for myself , they're my speciality. 

I hear a noise on the stairs just as I sit down. 

"Morning" I laugh. 

"Hmph" She says yawning. 

"I see your tactics" I say having a mouthful as she watches me enviously. 

"My what?" She asks incredulously. 

"Your tactics, get in as much sleep as you can before the kids are born,  because it'll be night shift for the next two years" I say. 

"Well that wasn't my tactic. but it sounds like a good plan now you mention it" She sighs. 

"Did you wake up because you smelt food?" I ask. 

"Probably" She shrugs going to get herself some from the kitchen and settling next to me. 

"Oh My God, I had a dream that we gave our kids weird celebrity names, it was horrible" She says. 

"Who says we're not, I like Honey and Sparkles, they're great names" I laugh. 

"Nut job" She mutters. 

"So if you don't like Honey and Sparkles, what are we going to call them?" I ask. 

"I don't know, we genuinely haven't thought about it" She says thoughtfully. 

"What about Alan and Sugar" I laugh looking at the TV where The Apprentice is on. 

"Harry they're not Guinea pigs!" She says. 

"Lilo and Stich?" I ask. 

"No, they're not a fictional girl and her dog either" She says.

"Something Mexican?" I say questioningly holding up a taco. 

"What Fajhita and Quesadilla?" She laughs. 

"Yeah exotic, the only downside is poor Quesadilla will take until he's 15 to learn how to spell his name" I say. I can't help laughing. 

"No seriously, what can we call them?" She asks. 

"Easy, the girl, Darcy" I say. 

"Sounds good, it's a cute name" She says, I smile, I've always loved that name. 

"The boy?" I ask. 

"Something that goes with Darcy, another 'D' name" I say. 

"Daniel,Dominic,Declan, Dougie?" I laugh. 

"No... Dylan!" She says. 

"Yes! Dylan. Darcy & Dylan Styles" I say. 

"Perfect" She nods. I put a hand on her stomach. 

"Hear that you two? You got away without the mexican names" I say laughing.