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HARRY

With the end of another week approaching, I don't actually feel as stressed as I thought I would. Before, my mind was entirely concentrated on a few specific things, but now I have more to consider, I seem to have relaxed a bit.

The date is all set up for this Sunday - three days away - and almost everything is sorted for the next day when this year's summer camp will begin. Despite my slightly more chill demeanour, I still have many tasks to finish today, yet somehow Hana's convinced me to stay in bed for an extra couple of hours.

And I'm incredibly glad she can be so persuasive sometimes; with my head resting gently on top of her stomach, her fingers scratching softly at my scalp whilst we both simply enjoy each other's company, I feel something poke sharply into my cheek. I gasp with faux offence, "they just poked me."

Hana laughs warmly above me, as I try to remain as still as possible, "I know, baby. I felt it, too."

Her head tilts to one side as I sit up carefully, her hand still messing with my curls tenderly. I place my palms flat on her stomach, waiting and hoping for another kick. "C'mon, hit me," I mutter playfully, scrunching up my face as if ready for a real fight.

Hana's eyebrows furrow together as she groans in what sounds to be pain, her head falling back against the pillow with a heavy exhale. "God, that one was right in the bladder," she complains, though soon enough another sweet smile appears on her expression. Before I can respond, I feel a mighty kick - or punch, possibly, I can't tell - right in the centre of my palm, almost as if they can tell I'm here.

Tears quickly well in my eyes at the thought of actually being able to interact with them, see them whenever I want, play with them and kiss them and cuddle them and just love them.

I lean down further to her stomach, resting my nose on her skin and just processing being near my baby - as close as I can get, for now - and murmur, "I can't wait to meet you."

Hana must notice the salty tracks tracing along my face and she wipes the moisture away. "Harrybaby, don't cry," she says with a bittersweet laugh, her tone indicating she's trying not to do the same.

I chuckle softly, straightening my spine and using the bottom of my palm to gently wipe away the dampness from beneath my eyes. "I just can't believe we're having a baby. God, I just..." I cup her cheeks tenderly, adoring her sparkling eyes as if they're stars, "I just love you so much, Cherry. I love you."

Her expression flips softly into a warm smile, her hand stroking one of mine gently. "I love you, baby."

"I'm so glad you're here," I murmur, leaning forward to kiss her softly, the action full of utter adoration. Sometimes I literally can't believe she's real, that she's really here with me and carrying our baby.

Her nose grazes gently against mine, her words soon following, "me too."

I rest my head on her shoulder for a little while longer, my palm remaining on her stomach as I wait impatiently for another kick, but I don't feel anything. Eventually, I figure I've pushed it long enough and stamp a quick kiss to her cheek. "I should really go down now, Han. I shouldn't be too long, I just need to sort out some stuff, alright?" I announce, dragging myself away from her (rather unwillingly) and pulling on a shirt.