"I don't know what else to do..." I said to myself as I was standing in front of my family's house. I prepared myself for what was to come. I walked up the small steps and knocked on the door hesitantly. I was actually crying, because I am kind of scared right now and I just know that this will probably end pretty badly. Just protect the stomach...protect your unborn child...I reminded myself as I was hearing the door unlock. My mom looked at me and I saw her glaring at me after 3 seconds. "Hey mom...I really need to talk to you." "Well we don't want to talk to you." "Mom...please. You can hate me all you want, but I need to speak with you. It's about Harry and I."

She rolled her eyes, but she did let me in. I walked in and I walked to the den. I sat down and just stared at the ground. "Louis is here everyone, and he wants to talk!" My mother calls out and after about 5 or so minutes, I was surrounded by my family. "Thanks...um...I'm here because I really wanted to discuss with you guys, concerning a certain problem that I'm going through." "Are you and Harry already calling things off?" Lottie asked and I shook my head. "Um...it is about Harry, but I don't know if I can say what's wrong while he's here, so that's why I'm by myself."

"Your cheating on him?" "Wha-" "He's cheating on you?" "N-" "He's regretting putting a ring on your finger?" "Guys st-" "You're going to call off the wedding?" "It's-" "He's getting a su-" "I'm pregnant, alright?! I'm fucking pregnant! Jesus fucking Christ, let me speak for a god damn minute before you decide to be assholes and speak absolute bullshit!" I shouted with so much anger. Fucking god!

My family stops and they stare at me with shock. Which had me calm down, and let our some more tears because of what I just said. "Harry doesn't want us to go so fast, and I feel like shit because we are jumping into so many things really fast, and it's my fault. He didn't want to propose when we were only a year in, but he did it because he didn't want to loose me. He wanted me in his life and he just noticed that when we were on that break that we had. Now I'm feeling like an absolute ass because he's going to be a dad before he even gets married. It's...it's my fault, and I don't know what to do in order to fix it. I don't want to get rid of the baby, because it's our baby and I just...I just can't! If I did it, then Harry would be even more sad and upset, because he loves kids." I broke at that point.

"I don't know what to do! I love the idea of having kids with him and I wished for him to be the father of my kids, but I just feel like that he'll just run away when he hears about this. I don't want to push him into another thing that he doesn't want." "Louis...that man loves you," Lottie says and I just hid my face with my hands. "Honey..." I heard my mum say. I felt hands on my wrists and when they moved my hands away, I saw Daisy and Phoebe in front of me. "Lottie is right. Harry loves you. No matter what shit we put into your head, Harry loves you."

"I-" "No sweetheart, you have to listen to us. I know that we have a rather toxic relationship, but listen. Harry would do so much for you. When you got engaged, he was determined on marrying you. He IS determined on marrying you. He wants you in his life. He wants you to be at his side, so you need to do that with him. You need to let him know what's happening so that he sticks by you and make your pregnant self really happy. He will never stop making you happy and feel loved. This is only going to empower that even more." "Are you sure?" "Louis, we didn't like your relationship, but we weren't blind. Harry is in love with you. There was nothing that you could say that would decrease that. You two are so close and you two are just so determined to stick together. You two are freaking couple goals," Phoebe says.

"We're happy about what's happening, and this means that we are willing to finally accept your engagement and relationship with Harry. If we are willing to make this decision, then Harry is for sure going to be ecstatic about it." "I just....I don't know." "You'll never know baby. The only way that you'll know is if you tell him."

I looked at them and I slowly nodded my head. "So when will you tell him?" "I think I should give myself some time to get used to this before I tell him, but at my 3 month mark is when I'll for sure tell him." "Alright, I suggest that you start wearing big shirts when you feel yourself showing, okay?" "I'll just wear Harry's shirts. I do that all the time anyways," I tell them and they nodded their heads. "Oh...my god...I'm actually going through with this...I can't believe it," I said as I held my stomach. "How far are you?" "A month and two weeks. We are moving next week." "Can you ask him to stop by so that we can talk to him?" My dad asks and I nodded. "As long as you promise not to put your hands on him, then I'll tell him to stop by here." "We won't. He's the father of my grandchild after all," my mom tells me and I just nodded my head.

My family then took turns rubbing my stomach. There wasn't a noticeable bump, or a bump at all, but they were just giving me lots of blessings for me and my unborn child. I'm so happy to finally be able to rely on my family while I'm going through something like this. I talked to my family a little more about the baby, but I was still a bit freaked out on the topic. When they noticed this, they changed the topic to something else: art!

I taught my sisters about the different types of art and what I love doing. I then talked about what Harry's choice of art is like. "How much do your paintings cost on average?" "It depends on what you want. Small canvases are at $100 and a big one is double. Harry is the same thing, but we are putting prices based on how important the painting is to us." "That sounds lovely," my mom says and I agreed with her. "Yeah, Harry came up with that when we first started to sell our art. The only ones that we keep are the ones that we first made for each other, and the ones that we created on our anniversary days."

"Do you take requests?" Daisy asks and I nodded. "We are opening our own art shop in the U.S. Our ship will take requests from our customers, but we will also be seeking our own art of course." "Is there a family discount?" "Just asking." "Really?" "Yeah, we are going to make family pay. No matter what history we may have."

"Okay, so I want a painting of a kitten! I don't care what breed it is!" Daisy says and I smiled. "I think I have that back at the house. I'll be sure to have Harry bring that with him when he comes here in a couple of days." "Really?" "Yeah. Consider it a thank you for ensuring me that Harry is not going anywhere." "And if her does, then it's right to the grave," Lottie jokes and I rolled my eyes. "He isn't the type to be rude and not apologize about it. He spilt tea in me once, and he cried. The tea was warm too. It wasn't at all hot," I smiled. "He's really that innocent?" "When it comes to talking to people, yes. When it comes to the bed...no,"

"Louis!" "What? Did you want me to lie?" I asked and my mum just shakes her head. "Well I'm going to have to get going. Harry has a doctor's appointment and he wants me to watch over the pets while he's out." "Is he okay?" "Oh he's fine. He just needs a checkup on everything. He's also talking to a constructor about our art shop." "Wow...he's really the working type?" "Yup. He likes to keep himself busy most of the time, and if he's not busy, then he'll just sleep or cuddle with me. That's all that he'll do too. I still appreciate both. I'm like his cuddle bug and it's so cute," I said with adoration.

I hugged my family goodbye and I walked out of the house. I get into our car and I just think about what they had to say about my little situation. Maybe they're onto something. I really don't know if he's going to hate what's going on if I don't tell him. He might hate the fact that I'm hiding something like this from him. He is the father of my child and he has every right to at least know that he has a son or daughter. I'll do it, and I promise myself that I'll do it soon. Just not right now I guess. I really need to give myself some time to process the fact that I'm actually going through this and I'm about to be a parent.

I get out of the car once I got to the house and I see Harry walking out of the house at the same time. I hurried to the front door and he turns away from the door to look at me. "Goodbye kiss?" I asked and he chuckled. "Of course Lou." He cups my face and he brings our lips together. I put my hands respectfully at his hips as we kissed. Since it was a departure type of kiss, he pulled away, but he kept me close to him. "I'll see you in a couple of hours flower." Aww! He called me flower. "See you then sun," I said and I kissed him one more time before I watched him leave.

I bit my lip as his car drove away from the house. I turned and opened the front door. I was greeted by Clifford and Marcel. Marcel is the name that Harry chose for the puppy, and it fits so well with it. It's made cute too. "Hey guys did dada feed you yet?" I asked and I walked to their food bowls after I closed the door behind me, locking it. "It seems full. Okay, so he did all that needed to do for you guys. I'm just going to see if we have a car painting for Daisy to have," I say to them and I walked to the art room.

I looked everywhere and I grew confused, so I decided to call Harry and ask him what happened to them.

"Is there something wrong love?" "No, but I'm just wondering... where's that cat painting that was all colorful?" "Um...we sold it yesterday, remember? It was a family of 5 that took it for $75, why?" "Dammit...no reason. Thanks for letting me know." "Okay...see you later?" "Yeah. See you then," I said and hung up. What the hell am I going to do...she wants one...

I walked to my side of the art room and that was when I just sat and did what was best to do. I began to draw a sketch of another kitten. However in the middle of that, I heard a whimper and I turned to see Clifford with his leash. I looked at the time and sighed. "He probably forgot to do your daily walk. That's fine..." I stood and walked to my dog. "Let's just take Marcel with us. Rosie should be good in the meantime."

I hooked both dogs in their leashes and I started to walk them to the park. "Hey, do you two mind if I rant to you about something?" I asked, and I got nothing in reply. "I'll just take that as a yes so that I feel better," I then say and started to talk about my pregnancy issue. Dogs are really good listeners now that I think about it.

I just hope that Harry is the same way....
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