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After I read the text messages I have to resist the urge to jump behind the wheel and speed up toward my destination. It takes a lot of self-control not to do it, but after a moment of calming myself down, I'm good again.
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"Micaela! Over here!" Clare's shouts make me turn around and I stop in my tracks as she approaches me. A purple balloon flies behind her when Clare tugs on the cord that she's holding. I chuckle when she engulfs me in a big hug, as if we're sisters and she can't wait for me to spill all the beans.
"Oh God, you're showing, already!" Her hand touches my belly as she grins excitedly at me. "Harry's going to be over the moon with this news! Just look at you, you're glowing, babe." Her compliments make me blush and when Clare notices she almost coos at me, muttering something along the lines "the cutest couple ever".
We continue to catch up on each other's lives while Clare leads me to the room the Q&A session will be held. After we go over what I will say again, I open the door and with one last squeeze on my forearm Clare leaves me alone in a room full of fans and staff members, readying themselves for the arrival of Mr. Rockstar.
The minutes before Harry appears crawl by and with each passing second the tension in the room rises. The fans around me mumble among each other, proudly announcing what question they came up with. The questions vary a lot, going from very simple, and sweet ones like what Harry likes most about producing music to dirty questions even my ears turn red from.
When the door swings open the room turns silent in seconds as everbody waits in excitement for Harry to start his introduction. The crowd grows an inch taller and a smile forms on my lips when I notice everyone moved to stand on their toes to get a better look of the superstar. Harry smiles expectantly to the crowd. He seems hesitant to start, but once he does he has everybody wrapped around his little finger like always. Not one person is not listening intently to his words, each and every individual making sure they hear every word that leaves Harry's pink lips, so when the night is over they can mumble the words in their room when they're alone, imagining Harry's the one talking.
After some simple rules are listed Harry indicates the first lucky fan, ushering her on to ask her question. He answers them all with a smile playing on his lips. I can see the girls and boys appreciate that as some seem to be quite shy or nervous to talk and ask a question to their idol. Time flies by and I practise what I plan to say. I know that when I raise my hand and Harry's eyes scan over the room to find the next person to ask a question, he will recognize me. Now that I stand somewhere between young women my age as I keep my head low, I doubt he will guess it's me, but once I raise my hand, it's for real.
When I finally work up enough courage to do so, Harry indicates a boy to ask his question, causing me to drop my hand by my side as I listen to both question and answer. This repeats for another two rounds until I decide it's time. The purple balloon that was moments ago pressed against my belly flies in the air above my head when I lose my grip on it and I raise my hand again.
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Harry's eyes scan the room, in his head counting the fingers that are raised hoping he can answer everyone's question, and then he stops. I can tell the exact moment he realizes his girlfriend is standing in the back in the room.
A wide grin lights up his face and I can see him mouth my name 'Micaela'. His eyebrows scrunch together afterward when his gaze trails up, connecting with the balloon. His lips form over the word 'baby' and realization settles in once he breathes the word. I see Harry searching for my confirmation and I nod enthousiastically. By now everyone is confused as they turn their heads to find an answer as to what's going and I'm finally able to voice the words I've been practising for over four months now.
"Would you like to become a dad?"
Someone clearly shrieks when I ask my question and I laugh in excitement, relief and love all at once. The fans have figured out what's going on and are whispering my name and the word 'baby'. Harry's up on his feet in a matter of seconds When he finally engulfs me in a long awaited hug, cheers errupt around us and everybody claps.
"I can't believe this is really happening. You're pregant?" Harry asks as he nuzzles his nose against my neck.
"Yes, baby, I am."
Harry squeezes me tighter and pulls me closer to his body at my confirmation. I can almost feel the utter happiness that radiates of him.
"God, I love you, Micaela, thank you."
He lifts his head and I'm met with his green eyes. They seem to sparkle from the intense emotion that's running through his body, and I can't be happier with his reaction. Harry pushes his lips onto mine. The kiss is sweet and tender, filled with love as his arms circle around my body to keep me close.
"I'm going to be an awesome dad, mark my words." His voice breaks a little at the end, and now I notice he's crying. Harry pushes his forehead against mine and closes his eyes as he lets the tears fall freely.
"I hope that are happy tears," I mumble, lifting my hand to his face and wiping his cheeks dry with the pad of my thumbs.
"Yes, happy tears. Only happy tears," he answers. His hand moves to my front and cradles my belly as he looks at the bump with a smile on his face.
His lips find their way on mine again as he leaves pecks behind, muttering the words "love you" and "awesome dad" in between every kiss.
As Harry hugs me close to his chest again, I realize I've never been more ready to start building a life and a family with the man that's holding my heart in his bare hands. But I know he's going to take care of it. Just as he's going to take care of our baby like the amazing dad he's going to be.
