No,no,no, this can't me happening, I can't be pregnant. Harry and I have always been really careful. What am I going to do? What if Harry leaves me? I wrap the test up in some toilet roll and chuck it in the bin. I think I'm going to be sick. I'm going to be sick. I run to the toilet and vomit. I'm going to have to get used to this. I need to text him, tell him to come straight home. I take out my phone and text him;
'Hey,
Can you come straight home tonight please? I have something to tell you❤️'
10 minutes later I got a reply
'Sure babe❤️'
How am I going to tell him? For the next hour and a half I thinking of what to say.
Harry I'm pregnant. No, to front up
Harry I have some news, your going to be a dad.
The front door opens, I think I'm going to pass out.
'Hey babe' Harry says walking in and giving me a big hug. His scent calms me down slightly.' Now, what is is you need to tell me?'
I grab his hand and walk him over to the sofa and sat him down
'Well, erm Harry, your going to be a dad'
'Are you joking?'
'No'
Harry just sits there for a couple of minutes with a blank expression on his face.
'Oh my god' He finally says
'Oh my god' He shouts, jumping up of of the sofa taking me with him
'I'm going to be a dad!' He shouts as he takes me into a bone crushing hug.
When Harry lets me go he goes onto his knees and puts his hand on my belly
'Hello little one, this is your daddy here' He whispers, tears streaming out of my eyes now 'me and your mummy are really excited to meet you, I love you.'
