He leans his back on the wall of the elevator, putting his palm over his eyes.
Leaving out a huge breath, he mumbles:"I'm going to be a father."
He lets his hands fall to his sides and he looks at me with eyes wide open. "I'm going to be a father." he repeats.
I nod and take a small step towards him, taking his hands. "Yes. We're having a baby."
Again, he exhales a deep breath, his cheeks puffing up and he glances at the ceiling. The elevator rings and the doors open up to our luxurious penthouse, white walls everywhere with golden decorations.
Harry brushes past me amd walks straight to the glass window looking out on the forest, putting his palms over his mouth without a single word.
Slowly, I step out of the elevator and trail towards him, then wrap my arms around him. We stand like that for a few moments in silence, his body softly trembling underneath my arms.
"How could we forget to use the condom?" he whispers, looking out in the distance and I sigh.
"I don't know. I've been asking myself ever since I found out." I answer him and he shakes his head.
"And when did you find out?" his hands are shaking as they grab a hold of my palms on his stomach.
"Only about three or four days ago." I say, leaning my head on his strong back.
I hear him gulp as he turns around slowly, shaking his head repeatedly. It pains me to see his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "I haven't had enough time with you, Sophie, I can't- I can't share you with anyone else, and I don't even like children. I never planned to be a father, I- fuck, I'm gonna be the worst fucking father ever." it's visible that he's beyond stressed by the new information, just like I knew he would be but hoped he wouldn't be.
"No, you're gonna be great, Harry-"
"Don't fucking lie to me, you know I won't. I can't even take proper care of you, much less a fucking child." his voice is shaky as he throws his arms in the air. "I'm a criminal! I curse more than a fucking sailor! And now I'm supposed to take care of the most fragile being ever? How the fuck am I going to do that?"
Somehow I knew his reaction would be like this, maybe that's why I was so reluctant to tell him. Tears flow in my eyes and I look at my feet.
"You don't have to take care of us." I whisper. I'd do anything, even be a single mother if that's what he'd want. "I'm not going to force you to be a part of my family and to be a father to our child, but I'm not getting an abortion."
I say that loud and clear and he groans. "How do you get that I'm going to leave you from worrying about how to take care for our child? I'm not going to fucking leave you, are you fucking stupid? This is just a huge fucking deal and I..." he trails off, looking up at the ceiling for a moment and letting his arms fall to his sides.
Then he looks at me and slowly comes toward me, wrapping his arms around me and putting his head on top of mine. "I'm scared, Sophie. I don't want to let the little thing down."
Joy spreads through my body and I smile in pure happiness. He won't leave me to be alone in this. I wrap my arms around him as well and take a deep breath, letting his smell devour me.
This is how your daddy smells I say to the baby growing inside me.
"You're not alone in this, the baby is both mine and yours and we'll take care of it together." I tell him and he slowly nods, putting a kiss on my forehead.
His hand slowly brushes past my back and stops pn my lower stomach. He lets out a shaky breath. "There's our baby in here. Holy fuck."
I chuckle. "No cursing in front of the baby, okay."
He snorts. "If he's anything like me, he'll curse like hell by the age of five. He's gonna teach the kids in the kindergarten all the cursewords there are."
I shake my head. "No way. No cursing in front of her."
His brows shoot up. "Her?"
I nod. "It's a girl, it has to be. I just know it is."
He shrugs. "I don't know. Ever since you told me you're pregnant, I pictured it as a baby boy."
I smile at him and lean my head up to gaze into his eyes. "We're having a baby." I say with a grin and he smiles a small smile.
"We are." he nods and his smile gets bigger. "At least there's one really good thing from this."
"What is that?" I ask him and he grins.
"There's no escaping from me now, you have no other choice but to move to London with me." he decides and I could argue, but I decide against it.
"We'll talk about it." I simply say, but he's not having it.
"No, we won't. You're moving with me and that's final." he says and I purse my lips.
"What about his grandparents? And his aunt?" I ask and he lifts his brows.
"And what about his fucking dad?"
I sigh and roll my eyes. I guess he's right.
"Fair point." I say. "You couldn't move back here?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"You know I can't. The gang and all the bullshit from my past is here and in London I have a new, fresh start with the best career ever."
"Okay." I say, giving in.
"Okay, I'll move to London with you." I tell him and watch him grin like a cheshire cat. "My dad will be so happy with all the news that's waiting him." I say sarcastically but it appears Harry didn't hear me or he simply decided to ignore me, since he carefully lifts me in his eyes and spins me around, giggling like a school girl.
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