It's the day of yours and Harry's wedding and he's almost finished his speech. He looks at you and whispers into you ear;
"I think it's the right time to tell them hun, don't you?" in his sweet accent.
"Yes, lets do it!" you say back whilst standing up and grasping onto his hand. He lets go and puts his arm around your waist.
"Finally, me and my beautfiul wife would like to announce that we're expecting a baby in 6 months" he says as he grips onto you. The room is filled with 'awws' and he looks down to you and smiles happily.
After a lovely reception, your both sat in bed in your a posh hotel and you decide that your going to call her Darcy.