Laurel slept soundly on her left side in the bed they had shared for 5 years. Harry's arm was asleep and he desperately wanted to move, but he was scared to wake her. She had been sleeping extremely poorly lately. 3 AM always saw her making a trip to the bathroom and it took her so long to get comfortable that she flopped about for at least an hour every night. His girl had contorted her body around the pillow he had picked up that morning and it made him smile. Maybe that would help these last 4 weeks be a little more bearable.

Harry was extremely excited to meet their daughter or son, but he would be sad to see her bump go. Watching her body change was his favorite thing. At first Laurel had been a great sport about taking the progress pictures and let him bring in people to shoot not one, but two, maternity shoots, but her patience had worn thin recently. When he suggested they do one last maternity session, this one nude, she had flat out flipped out.

"Harry, I know you have discovered a new kink, but if you think for a moment I'm going to let you have photos of me naked when I'm feeling like a beached whale lying around, you are completely mental!" Her voice rose with every word until he was wincing, "Since you fucking love pregnancy so much, next time, you get to carry the baby!" She stomped out of the room and he hadn't approached her for the nexy two hours until her could no longer hear her angry breaths through the doorway to her closet.

He loved the new shapes she took on. The tiny little hard lump beneath her belly button early on, easy to conceal with a blousy shirt and roomy pants then the hard mound that required a looped hair band from his wrist to keep her pants closed. Harry would kneel down when she started to get frustrated with ill fitting clothes and mouth at her beautiful belly and speak sweet words to her or their child. His head would often drop a bit further south quickly after until she didn't care about her clothes anymore. Her changing flavor enthralled him to.

In her second trimester, a new wardrobe was necessary and her appetite was high. Their shopping trip to pick up some body con dresses and long sweaters saw him meeting her desire for pineapple from a smoothie stand. He must have paid double or triple for the spiny thing, but the absolute bliss on her face when she bit into juicy fruit, the cascading rivulets down her chin, and the moans that slipped from her mouth found his pressed against her neck in a dressing room from behind. One hand arching her lower back to give her belly room from the wall and the other hand covering her mouth while she sucked  his sticky fingers and he prayed they were not caught. It was not a headline he wanted to explain to Jeff. Though maybe they could bond, Jeff's  brood was expanding rather rapidly too.

Her third trimester saw her a little tired at first, she wasn't thrilled with the constant speculation as to the sex. If one more person mentioned her hips spreading he was sure she was going to pull their hair out. Harry couldn't have loved it more, her hips fit in his hands in a new ways and had a bit more give. He could grasp the flesh a bit more, pull her harder towards his hips while he stood by the bed perpendicular to her body. As the weeks wore on, and her body grew to accommodate their thriving bundle, she became frustrated and her discomfort trumped everything.

He found that his own appetite had outstripped hers and he'd found himself alone with his right hand in the shower more frequently. After their fight about the photos, he'd found himself just there. Her red cheeks and wet yelling mouth, huge heaving chest and the wiggle of her beautiful hips when she marched away played on his mind while he tugged. He opened his eyes and found her watching him. his first impulse hand been to apologize, but he caught his breath when she shucked her Ruched grey dress and stepped into the shower. Her hand replaced his and he found the curves of her hips and thigh while she kissed while wetting his hair. Her kisses had trailed down his neck, and lower when she used the built in shower bench to her advantage. He shouted her name not so long later and wondered if he could talk her into the pictures now.

The answer remained no, but several days after he bought her the body pillow and she was able to sleep soundly several nights in a row, Harry returned home from the studio to find a Polaroid on his bedside table. Laurel had snuck up behind him and hugged him as close as she could. He turned to her and went to palm her belly, finding only a thin covering of silk between his palm and her skin.

The pictures of her, nine months along and in only one of his embroidered Styles shirts, lived in his bedside table.

The matching sets, taken 2 and 4 years later, were stacked just as lovingly in the same drawer while he dreamed of a fourth set.