"Are you ready to see your baby, mom and dad?"
While Harry and I held hands, I laid on the hospital bed with that weird jelly like substance smeared all over my stomach, and up ahead was the image of our baby on the screen. I was pretty freaked out, to be honest, but at the same time I felt like my heart was flapping its wings and getting ready to fly towards the screen. It was such a weird feeling, but I felt it every time I looked at the people that I loved the most, which was Harry and Eloise. I guess that was just one way of saying that I had given them my heart, and that there wasn't anything that either of them could do to make me want to take it back.
Harry and I looked at each other, and it was very evident by the look on his face that Harry was thrilled to see that we were having a boy.
I felt his grip on my hand tighten as he asked first in a low voice, "Is that our son?" He then looked at me and asked, "That's a penis, right?"
Now my eyes were wide, "Harry! Oh my god." I was a little embarrassed, but I guess that was silly since we were in a hospital, aka, a place where the word penis was probably mentioned a lot.
The nurse laughed, "Yes Mr. Styles, that's a penis." Again, I blushed and nearly even scolded her, but then I smiled when my focus landed on the ultrasound screen where my son was. I had to admit, the idea of having a girl was kind of a scary one after having dealt with Eloise and her craziness, and all that future craziness to come. Having a boy would surely provide it's own challenges, but I was ready to deal with all of those new challenges now that I had a better idea of what I was doing. Who knows, maybe this boy would be a breeze?
I felt a single tear slide down my cheek, "That's our son." I said while looking back up at Harry, who was so overjoyed with this moment that he was smiling, like really smiling. It was a little weird to see him look so happy, to be honest, but it was totally heartwarming nonetheless.
Harry leaned down and kissed me on the lips, but before pulling away completely he whispered, "Thank you."
I was almost too stunned to speak, but I finally managed to say, "You're welcome." When I realized how stupid that sounded, I just laughed a little nervously and then said, "Um, I love you."
The nurse probably felt a little awkward right now, but I'm sure that it's nothing she hasn't seen before, so that helped. Harry, who usually wasn't the openly romantic type, nodded his head while replying, "I love you too, sweetheart."
That was a new one, and I was into it. It sounded really sweet coming from his mouth, and it just made me swoon.
After our little love session ended, the nurse helped us snap back into reality by giving us some advice for getting through the next couple of months, and we gladly took it. Well, I glady took, but I think Harry was still reeling from the excitement of finding out the gender. It would be an absolute shame if something were to happen that would ruin Harry's day today, and hopefully I could keep him like this for a while. Lately, he seems like he's in a slight funk, and I think it was because one of his clients ended up relapsing and going back to rehab. I only knew this because I was fully aware of every single face that came in and out of this house now after seeing them every single day, and I just so happened to notice that I hadn't seen a certain face in a while. Harry didn't want to talk about it for a few days, which sucked for me, but I didn't want to rush Harry when it came to talking about his feelings. It was too good of a moment to risk losing, and when he told me what happened I could tell that it made him feel better.
"I can't wait to meet your son!" The nurse, who has been with us since day one, said with a cheery smile. She then asked us, "I know I just showed you, but have you considered any names yet?"
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A desirable single father hires a plain looking nursemaid to help take care of his young daughter, but it quickly escalates into something much more complicated when feelings come to the surface.