I stayed up until the early hours of the morning, in hopes that Harry would return home.
When it reached 3am and he still hadn't walked through the door, I decided to go to bed.
When I awoke a few hours later at 9am, I smelt bacon and sweet waffles. My stomach groaned in approval at the smell.
I frowned and got out of the bed, making my way downstairs. I entered the kitchen and immediately spotted Harry.
That was when the memories of last night hit me and I remembered that Harry doesn't want the baby. My heart sank at this.
He turns and his face holds guilt and sadness. He comes straight over to me and kisses me on the lips. When he pulls away, his lips make contact with my stomach and I gasp.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean what I said. It was just a shock, that's all." He admits and I nod slowly. "I want this baby. I want us to be a family. We have some things to talk about. I made breakfast." He smiles and takes my hand.
He sits me down and hands me a plate full of my favourite breakfast food. I smile and immediately dig in.
"Thank you, Harry." I say and he smiles, his eyes lighting up when they make contact with my stomach.
EDITED!
