Picture Perfect | Larry Stylinson ❀ [Mpreg]

Thirty Nine

It's a beautiful morning, and Harry starts his day with a mantra: "It's a good day to have a good day." As he awakens, the realization dawns on him—it's game day for Louis. However, as he approaches the third trimester of his pregnancy, he know he won't be joining his fiancé on the field to capture pictures for the team.

Fiancé.

The word still resonates with a sense of wonder for Harry. The fact that he and Louis are now engaged feels surreal. With each passing day, they draw closer to becoming husbands. Ever since Louis slipped the ring onto hiss finger, Harry has been floating on cloud nine. These past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing, and he can't envision anything disrupting the bliss he's been experiencing. He's not just happy; he's ecstatic.

It's perhaps one of the first times in his life that he's eagerly anticipating his days instead of dreading them. So, on this particularly sunny morning, Harry rises early and heads to the one place where he can fully embrace his good mood.

Claire.

As Harry steps into the meadows, he inhales deeply, feeling the crisp air rejuvenate him. In his hand, he carries a bouquet of white lilies, intending to replace the ones he left during his last visit. It's been a while since he last spoke with Claire, and sometimes, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt for not pausing to remember her more often. He knows that she would want him to carry on with his life, not to dwell on her passing. And truth be told, most days, he feels like he's doing just that.

However, there are other moments, when his laughter rings a bit too loudly and his smile stretches a bit too wide, that Harry pauses and reflects. In those instances, he contemplates the sheer joy of being alive, of having fun, and it hits him—a sharp pang of sadness. It's bewildering how swiftly emotions can shift, but it weighs heavily on him that he's living his life while Claire is not. He misses her every single day, and amidst his laughter or broad smiles, there's an ache for her presence.

"Hey, you," Harry greets softly as he finally reaches her burial, his lips curling up as he spots the tiny angel pendant nestled in the grass beside a small framed picture of her. He exhales gently as he places the flowers on the ground, then slowly lowers himself to sit, a soft groan escaping him as his back protests. "It's becoming quite the challenge to sit these days," he admits with a chuckle, tenderly resting a hand on his growing belly while the other finds its place behind him. Harry tilts his head back slightly, closing his eyes. "I know you're already aware, but I wanted to share the news anyway. It's a little girl we're expecting."

A sudden breeze sweeps past, causing Harry's grin to widen. He opens his eyes, gazing fondly at her burial site, feeling a sense of connection and warmth envelop him.

"Sometimes it's a struggle for me to find happiness in things because you're no longer here with me, but then I remember that you blessed me with this baby, and it somehow eases the pain," Harry murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion. He tilts his head back, gazing up at the sky where the sun is just beginning to ascend. "I have a feeling you wanted me to have a girl—I wanted one too." His lips quiver slightly as tears threaten to spill. "Louis had his heart set on a boy, but I know he's over the moon about having a girl. He's going to be an incredible father to her. Just like he was with you."

A tear trickles down Harry's cheek, and he chuckles through his emotions. "These hormones lately, they've been turning me into a mess so quickly."

As he wipes away his tears, Harry continues, his voice trembling with affection and longing. "When my baby arrives, Claire, I want you to meet her. She deserves to know who her guardian angel is, to understand that her cousin Claire is watching over her. I wish you could be here to greet her, but when she arrives, I'll share all our memories with her and teach her how to craft the most exquisite flower crowns. We'll make them together, right here. It'll be as if you're here with us."