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forty one

Baby Shower.

It needed to be planned now that Jo was approaching her due date. There were still many things that needed to be purchased and set up for the coming of the baby. And now that the pair had an extra set of hands, things would be that much easier.

"So you and Melinda are planning everything, right? Are you sure you can do it?" Jo asked her mother for the millionth time, watching as her mother continued to scribble things down on the piece of paper. Despite how late in the night it was, Isabel was still working on all of the preparations. She was determined to get this done so they can host the shower next week -- when Jo will be eight months pregnant.

"Yes, Jo, we can handle it; now go rest, you look so tired."

That was an understatement. Jo's been getting very fatigued lately, and she would often have to stop working due to back aches and swollen feet. It was a good thing her mother and Harry were around to take care of things or else she was positive she would have died.

"Okay, Mami, and good night."

Instead of going to sleep, Jo made her way in to the living room where Harry was sitting in front of the tv, drinking a beer.

"Harry, I thought I told you to keep your drinking in check," Jo snapped at him, snatching the other unopened beer from the coffee table, out of his reach. Harry simply shrugged, turning back to the tv.

"I'm not drunk, am I?"

This is what Jo wanted to avoid. Lately Harry's been getting a little too comfortable around Jo's mother, openly drinking in front of her without letting up. He even showed up drunk on Jo's doorstep for Isabel to find at three in the morning.

Since then, Jo's been trying to put a limit on his drinking, but it never seemed to work.

"Harry, if you keep drinking like this, you're going to kill yourself." Jo sat down on the couch next to him, trying to draw his attention away from the tv and towards her. It worked as he glanced over at her, removing the bottle from his lips.

"Don't worry about it, Jo. It's my problem, not yours."

"But the baby wouldn't very much like to have a dead daddy now, would she?" Jo began rubbing her inflated stomach, just waiting to feel the familiar kick that would sometimes happen when she would speak.

"The baby won't even know who her daddy is."

He was getting drunk. She could tell by his snappiness.

Instead of bickering with him, she began to relax in to the couch, her eyes slowly fluttering closed as she listened to the sounds of the soccer game reruns Harry was watching. Slowly but surely she began to cuddle against his side, his arm moving to drape over her shoulders as she fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

He ended up doing what any drunk would do -- finish off his beers before drifting off to sleep on his designated spot on the couch, not even bothering to wake the sleeping Jo so she could head up to her room.

..... ..... .....

She awoke in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. Looking up from her position on the couch, she noticed the tv turned off and a blanket placed over her and Harry, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch.

She attempted to sit up, but his arm was wrapped securely around her, preventing her from moving much. The more she moved, the more he would stir until he finally said something.

"Stop moving, babe... I can't sleep."

He was still drunk, he didn't sleep it off completely.

Ignoring his comment, she attempted to move his arm, but it didn't work.

"Harry, please -- "

"Noooo, Jo... I love you, but I'm sleepy..." he groaned, holding her even tighter. She froze as those words left his mouth, her heartbeat increasing rapidly.

Harry just said he loves her.

Never has he ever said something like that -- not even when he was drunk did those words pass his lips -- and yet, here he was saying them without a care in the world.

Her eyes widened as she quickly scrambled away from him, successfully being able to free herself from his iron grip. He didn't seem to mind much as he continued on with his peaceful slumber once again, oblivious to what had just occurred.

Without hesitating, Jo quickly scampered up the steps and used the bathroom before hiding away in her room for the rest of the night.

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