I feel so bad because I've made you guys wait so long for an update and this is all the stupidness i could muster up. sorrrrryyy babies


Kelsey’s POV:

          A knock sounded on my door. “Is the birthday girl up?” Anne’s voice asked from the other side of the door.

          I chuckle as the door opened, sitting up as it revealed Anne holding a cup of steaming coffee. “The birthday girl never slept,” I tell her as she walked inside. “The little ones were kicking like crazy.”

          Anne chuckles softly as she hands me the mug and I thank her. She sits on the edge of my bed, “What are your plans for today? You’re twenty years old.”

          I chuckle, sipping my coffee. “Nothing, really,” I shrug indifferently. “I don’t really celebrate my birthdays that much.”

          “Nonsense!”Anne exclaims, slapping my leg lightly. “You’re definitely celebrating your birthday, especially since this is your first year of not being a teen anymore.”

          I let out a groan before sipping my coffee once more. “Don’t remind me,” I chuckle, “I liked being a teenager.”

          “Don’t we all,” Anne hums, smiling before standing up. “Come on, up and at ‘em. Gemma and I have breakfast prepared.”

          I chuckle as I got up from bed as well. “Alright, I’m coming,” I say.

          As Anne leaves my room, I put the cup of coffee down and go into the bathroom. As I do, I take a minute to look at myself in the mirror; my blond hair was a mess and my stomach was bigger and rounder. By now, none of my old clothes fit me anymore and I needed to shop for some more maternity wear. I hadn’t realized how big I would be getting until now, and I was only bound to grow more. I was about twenty and a half weeks long, and my next ultra sound was coming up soon.

          After washing my face, I tied my messy bed hair in a messed up bun and walked out of the bedroom, only in my pajama pants and one of Harry’s old T-shirts that somehow miraculously still fits me. With the half-empty cup of coffee in my hand, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Gemma and Anne sat.

          There were omelets and toast set out on the table, making my stomach churn in hunger. Sitting down next to Gemma, I inhale the delicious scent of the food and sigh. “All of this looks so good,” I tell them. “There might not be left for any of you,” I add with a chuckle.

          Gemma laughs. “It doesn’t matter,” she says. “It’s your birthday. Eat up!”

          I chuckle as the three of us start eating, and I immediately start devouring the tasty cheese omelet. Once we were finished eating, I went up stairs to brush my teeth, not wanting to have egg breath and then walked back down stairs. Just as I did, the door bell rang.

          “I’ll get it,” I called as I made my way towards the door.

          Opening the door, my eyes widen as I see Harry standing in the doorway. He had a smile on his face, the one I had missed so much that made his dimples appear, and his brown duffel bag over his shoulder.

          “Harry!” I exclaim, a laugh escaping my lips as I hugged him tightly.

          I felt his arms wrap around my body, his face nuzzling in the crook of my neck as I took in his musky, woodsy scent. My hands found their way into his hair as I ran them through his hair, before we pull away.

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