Hello! Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve had a hectic week. But anyway, here’s Baby Fever part two! You can read this on it’s own, but if you would like you can read part one here. I hope you guys enjoy it!
“Harry? Wake up, baby!” You whispered, gently shaking your sleeping husband to try and wake him.
“Mmm,” Harry replied in a mumble. You tried shaking him a bit harder, his eyes fluttered. After a few seconds, he poked one eye open, exposing his tired eyes, “Yes?”
“I’m craving some fries, and maybe some nuggets too…I’m not really sure yet.” You rubbed your pregnant belly in thought, trying to convince your growing child to decide what she wanted. You were almost five months along now, and the cravings were only getting stronger. Harry rubbed his eyes, wiping away some sleep, and gave you his full attention.
“Yeah? What time is it, love?”
“Hmm, okay,” Harry squinted his eyes in thought, “Is McDonalds alright?”
“More than alright.” Harry pushed the baby blue duvet from his body and stretched his arms high over his head. He swung his legs over his side of the bed and took a few heavy steps to the bedroom light. He was used to waking up in the middle of the night by now. Sometimes to cuddle you back to sleep, other times to get you some ice cream, or in this case, to satisfy a craving of yours. The sudden brightness of the light flickering on startled your eyes, but they soon adjusted. Harry came to your side of the bed and placed his hand over yours, rubbing your belly.
“How’s my baby girl?” He asked your baby bump, kissing over his shirt that covered your belly.
“She’s good,” you smiled, “She’s been pretty active lately.” Harry gave you a loving stare, then broke into a huge smile. He stayed like that for a few seconds, you noticed his emerald eyes were fairly bright for it being two o’clock in the morning.
“What?” You asked, a smile hidden behind your words.
“Nothing, I just never thought I would be so happy driving to McDonalds at two am,” Harry laughed. You felt your stomach move under your hand, and you were pretty sure Harry felt it too, “Maybe we should feed you before my little angel gets too restless.” Harry was over the moon the first time he felt your baby move. He never got tired of feeling it either, he liked to know that your baby got excited when he would sing to her, or just that she was having fun moving around in there.
“Good idea,” You yawned, “When you get up can you get me those fluffy socks with the reindeers on them? They keep my feet warm.” Harry stood up from the bed and made his way to the closet. He grabbed a black hoodie and draped it over his body, enjoying the sudden warmth radiating through his body. Harry wrapped his hands around the handle of a cabinet sat in your shared closet and pulled it toward himself. Inside was a neat row of Christmas socks that you had collected since you and Harry moved in together. A few weeks ago, your hormones were a little off and you had organized everything you could find, including all your clothes. Harry snatched up the reindeer socks and closed the open cabinet with his hip. He took the liberty of grabbing you a pair of sweatpants to wear on the drive to McDonalds.
“Here you go, Petal,” Harry said, handing you your socks and gray sweatpants.
“Thank you. Do we have ice-cream, baby? I think we should get that as well,” You pondered.
“I just bought some yesterday, promise.” Harry kissed you lightly on the lips and grasped you hand, helping you stand up. You pulled the sweatpants over your legs and let them sit just under your baby bump. Harry, being the best husband ever, put the socks on your feet for you. Sighing contently, you wiggled your toes back and forth, enjoying the warmth making its way to them. Harry silently laced his fingers with yours and made his way through the house to the front door. He took your brown coat from the coat stand and held it by your arms. Threading your arms through the holes, you heard your stomach give a low grumble.
“Alright, let’s go get you some fries, my love,” Harry lovingly whispered, “Or maybe nuggets as well, the baby hasn’t decided yet, right?”
“Right,” You giggled.
“Maybe next we can figure out why she loves pickles dipped in peanut butter so much!” Harry latched onto your hand once more and lead you to the car. You heard leaves crunching under both you and Harry’s feet, every breath you took made a little cloud in the air.
Once you reached the car Harry opened the door for you and you slid into your seat, Harry closed the door behind you, leaving you in silence for a second. It was quite cold in the car, you thought, you couldn’t wait to get the heat on. And fries oh my gosh you wanted fries, well, your baby girl wanted fries. You felt a breeze of cool air enter the car when Harry opened his door. He jumped into the car and put the key into the ignition. He rubbed his hands together to try and generate some heat, then put the car in drive.
The ride to McDonald’s was filled with a comfortable silence (aside from your stomach growling every once and awhile) and the low rumble of the car. Harry moved his hand from the gear shift to yours and laced his fingers with your fingers, his thumb rubbing over yours gently. The big M signifying McDonald’s came into view.
“So, what will it be? Are we gonna go with nuggets or no?” Harry asked, turning into the drive through.
“I think I’ll go with-,” You started to say.
“I was asking the baby, gorgeous.”
You let out a small sigh, giving Harry an amused look, “She will have nuggets, Haz.”
“I figured as much.” The drive through was mostly empty due to how late it was, so Harry quickly made it to the first window. There was an older lady with short gray hair standing behind the glass. She pulled the barrier back and asked for Harry’s order, “Um, medium fries and six nuggets please.” Harry payed for the order, and took the bag that came through the window in his hands. He thanked the lady and pulled off toward the exit, handing you the warm bag.
“Oh my goodness, thank you,” You thankfully told Harry. You opened the bag and plucked out a fry, popping it into your mouth. A satisfied moan left your lips as you tasted it. You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed salt so much in your life.
Harry smiled at your contentment, “Enjoying yourself over there?”
“Yes, yes we are.”
“May I have one?” Harry reached his hand towards your bag, only for you to hastily pull the bag away from him and slap his hand, “Hey!”
“No, Harry, you may not have one! Only people who appreciate pickles dipped in peanut butter can.” Harry figured there was not use in arguing with you, he didn’t think you would let up any. On the way home, Harry enjoyed the sight of your contentment in his peripheral vision, he’s never seen anyone look at nuggets with so much love before.
You reached home in just a few minutes thankfully, you wanted to be back in the warmth of your house. You walked back through the leaves to get to your door, and hung your coat back up onto the rack once you got inside. Instead of going upstairs to your bedroom, you walked towards the living room and plopped down onto the couch. You cuddled a pillow close to your belly and scanned the room for the remote.
“Whatcha doin’, love? Don’t you want to go to bed?” Harry asked, plopping down on the couch next to you.
“Eventually,” You paused in thought, “But right now I kinda want some ice cream. The one with the chocolate chips in it…yeah, that one.”
“Of course you do.” Harry kissed you on the cheek, leaving a feeling of warmth behind. He pushed himself up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. His bare feet made faint pitter patter noises as he walked to the freezer. Scanning its contents with his eyes, he spotted your ice cream and pulled it from the fridge, “How many scoops?!”
“Two! No wait, three!” You grabbed a blanket from beside Harry’s spot and draped it over your legs, “Now we just have to find that dang remote.”