#unplanned

[spicyclover]

Unplanned | Part eight

Summary:  You are pregnant with Mick. It’s not going as planned; it’s not planned. Everything happened so fast, and everything was chaotic. Mick has a hard time accepting it. You have difficulty realizing that two of you may not be raising this child.

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six | Part seven | Part eight

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

The following day, he jumps on the next plane available for Canada, which is a three-connection, but he doesn't care at this point. He waits hours for his next connection at the Charles de Gaulle airport. Trying to think about what to say or do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are forced to land at the Ottawa International Airport due to a snowstorm at the destination point. We apologize for the inconvenience. We sincerely apologize, and our stewardesses on the ground can assist you to redirect you to the next available flights. Thank you for your understanding.”

Mick looks through the window and sees the white expanse covering the airport's ground. The runway was covered with heavy snow, but he could see the plows clearing the runways quickly to allow the aircraft to land safely. Dressed in a little sweater and a T-shirt. He regrets not thinking about Canada’s complicated weather, especially at this time of year. Of course, it’s cold in January, and there’s snow. It’s not Australia, after all. He also regrets not putting a hoodie in his bag. He knows full well that he will catch his death once he gets out of the heat of the airport.

All the passengers on the plane complained about the change of direction, and several disgruntled people were already praising the company’s complaint. Mick looks up and knows full well that it’s not their fault. All of eastern Canada is blocked because of this storm.

However, he is thinking about what he will be able to do next. How will he get to Quebec City? He thought about the various options as the aircraft suddenly landed on the runway. He clings to his seat, taking a deep breath. He never liked to fly, let alone in a storm. The bell that says the seat belt is no longer necessary rings, and everyone rushes into the aisles to pick up their luggage as quickly as possible. Something else Mick doesn’t like. Being glued to strangers, he sits quietly in his place and waits for people to come out to get up and take his bag. He crosses the hallway and follows the arrows that lead him to security. He goes through customs quickly and ends up at the airport gates. He sees people pulling out their winter jackets and big boots. "I really should have dressed." He mumbles to himself, crossing his arms around his body to keep his body warm.

He went to the reception desk to be put on the next flight to Montreal, but it would not leave for three days. “It’s too long.” A little stress invades him, and he wonders how he will reach his destination if no plane lands in Montreal for the next few days. So he sits on a bench and thinks. “I have to get to her.”

He finally finds the best solution to his problem. “If I can’t fly to her. I’ll do what I know best. I’ll drive to her." He got up to determine and went to the car rental service.

Renting is the best option right now.

After five hours of difficult driving through the snowstorm, he finally arrived at his destination. The city is completely buried under the ton of snow that fell during the night, the streets are deserted, and it makes the landscape breathtaking. The snow covers the entire St. Lawrence River. He even sees people on snowmobiles, making tracks on the fresh snow to cross the river. Mick knows snow, but snow like this never happens. He never thought that when he came to Quebec, he would be blown away by his landscapes. The sun is rising, setting in the sky.

They spoke about her home. She described the island where she lives. Ancestral houses, fields as far as the eye can see and the different villages of the island. The bridge that connects the island to the city is old but beautiful. Everything seems asleep under its snow mountains, yet several people are already beginning to unfold their entrance, and children are waiting for the school bus. Fortunately, the road is perfectly cleared of snow, allowing Mick to admire the landscape without danger.

He easily finds the house. He remembers as if it were yesterday the description she gave him of her parents' house. She described the landscape and the atmosphere of the place, and he felt it strongly. He exits his vehicle and is surprised that the snow reaches his calves. He tightens his sweater against his body and approaches the house's porch. The lights inside his lit, and he still sees Christmas decorations. The tree shines with a thousand lights. He rings the bell.

A chime agitates and produces a magnificent symphony that mixes with wind and snow. He stands there for a few seconds without a sound and hops on the spot to warm up. Then, he hears through the door a person approaching.

"Yes?" asks the lady, opening the door.

She's staring at Mick from top to bottom, probably wondering what he's doing in a weather like this, dressed like this. Mick looks up at the woman in front of him, and she doesn't look like Y/n, and he feels embarrassed to disturb her. He blushes when he stutters.

"Um... I don't think I have the correct address. I'm sorry to bother you." He quickly steps back and is ready to go down the stair when suddenly.

"Mick," he hears a voice in the distance.

She approaches the entrance door and lets her face be seen in the door frame. A smile from on his face. It's her, and it's really her. He can't believe it. It seems like ages since he last saw her. Her hair is brighter, and her skin is radiant. She seems to radiate for miles. She has a worried look on her face. He's shaking like a leaf, and his face seems frozen from the cold.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, taking him by the arm and drawing him into the hall. "Come, come in. You will catch death."

She closes the door behind him, and the other woman leaves at the end of the long corridor in a room unknown to him, leaving them alone. The young woman helps him take his shoes off, grumbling about not dressing enough for the temperature. She guides him into the living room, sitting him in front of the fire to warm him up. Mick doesn't say much, but he thanks her. He's thankful she didn't throw him like an old sock in his car so he could get out of the country. She leaves in another room, and Mick takes the time to look around at the pictures in front of him sitting on the mantel. He rubs his hands close to the fire, hoping to warm up. She comes back a few minutes later.

"Thank you," he said, taking the hot chocolate in his icy hands.

He shudders and shivers from the cold. She watches him for a few moments before returning to the corridor. She returns with warm clothes and a vast warming blanket. He puts on the clothes, and she tenderly wraps him up like a child in the blanket and caresses his hair. Despite all the anger, she may feel. At this very moment, all she wants is his good. He puts his head between the palm of her hand, taking the time to feel her warmth, keeping her contact a few moments before it is interrupted.

“What are you doing here, Mick?" She asks tenderly as she sits on the couch next to him.

He doesn't know what to say at first. So, he lets his eyes look at the room. He notices the house is small but extremely warm and cozy. The mix of wood and cream makes the home very welcoming and not intimidating. Nothing like his house. He feels good here, and he hopes she is too.

“I... He’s searching for the words he spent hours practicing on the plane and in the car to her house. “I came to see you.” He admits locking his ocean-blue eyes in hers.

“Mick, what did you really come to do? Are you not with Nina?” She wonders with a touch of bitterness in her voice.

He feels the bitterness in her voice, and he feels terrible. Bad because he wants her to know so many things all at once, but she doesn't seem able to listen.

She didn’t want to show him that he hurt her, but she couldn’t help but wonder what happened to the other. "Why is he here? Did the other girl leave him? Is that why he came here?" All those questions invade her mind immediately, and she feels her tear coming up. Her throat tightens.

“No. No. I...” Words struggle to get out, and Mick feels increasingly uncomfortable. His cheeks turn red, and he mumbles an apology again. “I broke up with Nina.” He finally confesses, looking at her in the eye once more.

“Oh, sorry about you.” She isn't sorry for a bit but doesn't feel better either. Strangely, she feels weird about all this.

He takes a sip of his hot chocolate. All the sentences he prepared, all the words and promises he made up on the plane, are gone. He wants to tell her the world and even more. "How can he describe how she makes him feel if he doesn't even have the words?" He wants to kiss her, to prove to her that he'll be hers, and only hers by now. But he knows for sure that a kiss isn't the right idea. She needs explication, and quickly. All this situation makes him anxious and stressed.

“No. No. No. She's not important to me.” He puts his coffee cup on the table and turns his body towards the young woman. “I want you.” He mumbles, taking her hands gently in his own.

“Mick...”

“No, listen to me! I screwed up, I know. I shouldn’t have left you alone all this time, and I’ll have. I want to be there for you, with you. I want you to be close to me. The few days we spent together have opened my eyes, and I know what I want now. I...”

"Don’t say it," she implores with eyes full of water.

“I need you to know that. The few weeks without you were the worst weeks of my life.” He approaches her hand and rubs her cheek tenderly. “I don’t just want to be involved in your life because of the baby, our baby. I want to be involved because I...”

“No, stop, Mick.” She says, pushing him away. “You can’t say that when it’s only been a few weeks since you walked out on me, kissing your girlfriend in my face. I can’t... I don’t want those words coming out of your mouth. You’re being unfair to me.” She cries out as she leaves the room in tears.

She hates hormones. She hates the control it has on her. She can't have a proper conversation that doesn't involve tears and screams since the start of her pregnancy. She feels so frustrated with herself and doesn't want to say more things to Mick. She storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door. Her hormones make this situation somewhat upsetting, a real drama. She locks herself in the bathroom and lets herself slide to the ground.

He has no right to come back like a flower and ask him to forgive him for the weeks of pure sadness that he made her live. He has no right. She bursts into tears and brings her knees back to her chest. She did her best with her growing belly, a little more rounded by her 15 weeks of pregnancy.

On his side, Mick’s remorse seizes him, and he feels at his worst. How she feels and expresses it is worse than he could have imagined, and he never wanted that to happen. He sees the woman who welcomed him, and she approaches him with a compassionate smile.

"Don’t worry. It’s hormones. She’s just upset about the situation, but once she’s calm, she’ll talk to you.” She said as she sat beside him, offering him a comforting pat on the back. "Don’t worry about it. I know that you have good intentions."

"How do you know?" He questions down.

"Well, I talked with your mother a few hours ago. She's a very persuasive woman.” She giggles slightly to relax the atmosphere and reassure him. "She cares about you very much."

“You are her mother?”

“Yes." She nods. "You should go see her."

"I don't think it's the right idea. She hates me." He mumbles, wiping a few tears down his cheek.

"She doesn't hate you. She's upset and pregnant, which are two things that don't go together. Knowing my daughter, she’s probably doing a thousand scenarios in her head, so I think you can go and reassure her." She taps his shoulder gently before getting up again. "You have to lift the handle a little to unlock the door. And a little tip, don’t talk too much. Let her open to you.” She winks at him before heading outside.

Mick nods and gets up from the couch. He listens to her choking sobs with his ear glued to the bathroom door. A pinch in the heart invades him, and he unlocks the door without difficulty. She barely has time to look up as he’s already hugged her. Letting her go through her emotions. She wants to struggle and get away from him, but deep down, she doesn’t want to. She allows her tears to stain his sweater. Mick gently cradles her. She feels good in his arms, reminding her of the day he took her in his coat to keep her warm.

Her sobs subside, and her breathing resumes a normal rhythm. She feels her body relax more and more and closes her eyes, happy to have him back by her side. She gently detaches herself from him to take a handkerchief and blow her nose. She laughs and implores him not to watch her blow her nose. He laughs but does what she says, and he looks away.

They remain for a moment in silence, sitting in the bathroom, enjoying the presence of the other. When Mick’s stomach starts to gurgle strongly, she finally decides to get up. He helps her get back on her feet, and she giggles when she hears his belly gurgling. He blushes heavily when he mumbles an apology. She leads him to the kitchen and orders him to sit down. She takes out a pan and removes the pancake preparation that she made a few hours ago from the fridge.

He takes the time to admire her. Her cream hoodie, which he recognizes from the RIC store, suits her perfectly. She seems cozy and warm while the sun sets on the kitchen windows. As always, the light from the mighty sun reflects on her magnificent strawberry blonde. Mick wants to put his hand in her hair and smell that sweet smell of honey again. Her perfume intoxicates him. He's lost in her beauty that he doesn't even realize she talked to him.

"What?" He mumbles, a bit embarrassed to have been cough daydreaming.

"Do you want maple syrup on your pancake?"

He nods, and they eat in silence. Mick thanks her multiple time for her kindness, and she laughs. She finds him sweet. He is sweet. All those things he says and how he tells them makes her heart go. Butterflies in her stomach. She rests a hand on her belly, rubbing it distractedly, listening to Mick mumbling about his recent discovery about their baby.

The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes she hasn't been fair to him either, especially about the baby. She knows they have to talk about it eventually, but right now wants this peace and quiet moment, without drama, to continue forever. She's lost in her thought and hasn't realized he is asking her a question.

"Hum?"

"How is he?" He asks again, pointing at her baby bump.

"Oh, everything is fine. The baby is perfectly healthy and strong and has a strong heartbeat."

"Really?" Mick’s eyes light up, and she smiles affectionately.

"Yeah! Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure." The spark in his eyes makes her smile even more.

She gets her phone and headphone and comes back quickly. She sets the devices on his head and searches her playlist for the baby songs. She hasn't stopped listening to it since the doctor gave her a record.

For a few seconds, he can't hear a thing. But, little by little, the beats are listened to. Regular and strong. Tears of joy appear in his eyes. This is Mick's first time hearing his baby’s heart beating. Even if it’s not live, he is filled with joy. He smiles fully and gently puts his hand against the young woman’s belly. He caresses tenderly and can no longer hold back his tears. The emotion is strong. He never thought he would be so moved by a very small being not yet born. Seeing him move makes her move, and she wipes her tears. She is more than happy to be able to share her moment with him finally. She ties her fingers to his and puts her head against his shoulder.

"Come with me at ROC this weekend." He mumbles once the recording of the heartbeat is finished. "We have much to discuss, but I want you close, and I don't want this to end."

Mick’s heart beats a thousand a second, and his nervousness makes him blush. To reassure himself after this proposal, he caresses his stomach. God, he can’t wait for the baby to move, for him to feel it too.

She hesitates to accept his request and doesn’t want to find herself in a situation she doesn’t like again. And even more, this is a public event, and many people will be there. It’s one thing to meet his family at home and stay in a private setting, but it’s another to make this story public. He feels his hesitation, and he cannot help but add.

"My friend Sebastian is going to be there. I really want you to meet him. It’s like a second father, a mentor to me. And I want him to see the person who’s going to... I hope... share her life with me." He whispers at the end of his sentence, barely inaudible.

Her heart goes wild, and the butterflies in her belly fly away. She feels light and happy. Happy that he offers her. Glad he chose her. Glad she could finally tell “us” after these weeks of loneliness.

"Okay." She says. "I'll go with you."  

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#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #unplanned #pregnancy

[fanfrelon]

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen & The Office & The Magic Roundabout & Mean Girls & Supernatural & Modern Family & Unplanned

#salmon fishing in the yemen #the office #the magic roundabout #mean girls #supernatural #modern family #unplanned #movies #series #weekly schedule #parallels #movieedit #seriesedit #my edits #2402

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Unplanned.

Unplanned

Unplanned does not mean unwanted.

"This is not exactly working out how I planned it to."

"What a wonderful, albeit unplanned side effect."

She hated nothing more than having to go into a spontaneous meeting like this, completely unprepared.

"I swear, I did not mean for this to happen."

They hadn't planned it like this, they actually had no plans at all, but in the end they couldn't have wished for a better outcome.

"You don't have to plan every single second of your life. Just relax for once. Let the world happen around you without trying to control it."

The plus sign on the pregnancy test revealed a future ahead of them that they hadn't planned for like this.

"That was your master plan? Really?" "No, my master plan was having no plan actually."

One Word Prompt Lists

#writercole #unplanned #creativepromptsforwriting #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writing prompts #creative writing #writeblr #one word prompt list #one word prompts

[pricelesscinemas]

#letterboxd #movie #movie review #movie reviews #movies #movie recommendation #movie recommendations #review #reviews #cleo from 5 to 7 #all eyez on me #avatar #alita battle angel #unplanned #the social network

[lovewillthaw-j]

I'm overwhelmed with sadness for Elsa in this scene. I teared just now.

Poor Elsa! She was dreading this day when she had to face the nation, foreign guests (including creeps like weaseltown), make small talk. What if some prince tried to court her? What if someone asked her why she wouldn't remove her gloves?

She had to undergo the coronation ceremony. With massive control over her emotions and powers, she did it. She made her papa and mama proud.

She controlled her powers. No one saw them. No one was going to stone her for witchcraft.

She had to meet Anna after all the years of isolation. What would Anna say to her? Was Anna going to ask her why she didn't go to the funeral? Would Anna remember the accident and blame her for it?

Everything had gone well so far. She didn't lose it, she even managed to laugh a few times. There was a small tiff with Anna but she was sure she could clear it up with her later. This was the beginning of a new era for Elsa and for the kingdom. There was so much potential, so much positivity. Just...a little longer and she could bid goodnight to the guests and retreat to her room.

Until now.

The TERROR in Elsa's face. Oh my heart. 🥺🥺

--

What pains me most is that the solution, the cure to Elsa's lack of control over her powers, was right there in front of her. Anna. Alas, Anna would have to die (out of love) for Elsa to finally let go of her self-hatred and be fully free, fully thawed.

#Elsa #Anna #Frozen #This post just flowed out of me #Unplanned

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

U N P L A N N E D, the first kiss

Harry’s phone sat on the edge of Jeff’s desk, a three-way call with Dave and Y/N on a Wednesday afternoon. 

“I wouldn’t advise to inform anyone outside of family at this point,” Dave said, his tone was firm and Harry could imagine the way Y/N rolled her eyes. 

Home from work, she’d texted before he called and beeped Dave in. She was nervous, morning sickness and her growing belly made her coworkers suspicious and Y/N felt like it was only a matter of time before it became uncomfortably obvious.

“With all due respect,” Y/N’s voice sounded through the phone, “you don’t have to go to work every morning and hide your pregnancy or try to not throw up 24/7--”

Harry’s eyes went wide and he smiled at her boldness, Jeff smiled a little too but cut her off. 

“I think she’s got a point, Dave,” Jeff interjected. “She can tell them she’s pregnant and not disclose that it’s Harry’s.”

“Right,” Harry agreed. “Or we could draw up an NDA.”

“We certainly need to draw up an NDA,” Dave said quickly. 

“Well then hop to it, Dave,” Harry tried to joke to lighten the mood. Jeff rolled his eyes and leaned closer to the phone. 

“Yeah--we can work on that, Dave, and Y/N--if you could send me and Dave an email with the names of the coworkers you want to tell that would be a huge help.”

“Got it,” she said through the phone. She hung up only a few seconds later, a bitter farewell between Y/N and Dave had Harry laughing to himself when he ended the call. 

“Never thought she’d stick it to Dave like that,” he leaned back on the couch in Jeff’s home office and sighed. 

“She’s got a feisty side,” Jeff commented, turning back to his computer quickly. 

“Well she’s probably sick of being told how to handle her pregnancy by a bunch of men.”

Jeff raised his eyebrows at that, apparently caught off guard by Harry’s defensiveness or abrasiveness or both. 

“Yeah--no--I just, I hope things are going well.”

“Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Hey,” Jeff raised a hand and turned to see his friend. “I don’t mean anything by that. I’m on your side.”

“Doesn’t always feel like it, if I’m being honest.” 

Jeff sighed, slumped in his chair for a second and thought. Again--it wasn’t that Jeff had anything against Y/N. He’d love for nothing more than Harry to get the family he always wanted--to be a dad and to have someone he loved and spent his life with. 

Maybe that would be Y/N.

But for some reason, Jeff wasn’t sold. 

Not because he didn’t like Y/N--more because it felt too good to be true that the woman Harry accidentally knocked up could wind up being the perfect match for him. 

“I’m sorry, man,” Jeff tried again. “I’m just protective and nervous and--”

“I am, too, Jeff. You keep saying we’re on the same side but I don’t even think you remember that half of the time. I want to do the right thing, too. I don’t want to be stupid or get hurt or something.”

“I get that,” Jeff shrugged, albeit a little hesitantly when Glenne knocked on the door. 

“Hi,” she smiled, a step into the room to greet Jeff upon her return from work. “Are you always here now?”

“No,” Harry rolled his eyes at her. “Just on days that end in y.”

“We had to talk to Dave and Y/N about some stuff,” Jeff informed, a look to Harry in warning. “He’s leaving soon.”

“I am,” Harry nodded, still relaxed on the couch with no intent of getting up. “I do have a question, Glenne.”

She was back by the doorway now, still dressed in a blazer and heels as she waited with raised brows for Harry to spit it out.

“Don’t get weird when I ask this, okay?” He looked at both of them, a smirk tugging at his lips when Jeff swiveled in his chair to face them. Glenne made a face but Harry kept going. “What--uh--what kind of things has Y/N said to you about all of this?”

“About getting pregnant with your baby?” Glenne nodded slowly to make sure she had it right. 

“Yeah.”

“I mean, aside from freaking the fuck out at first because this is not the plan she had,” Glenne laughed a little, sympathetic for her friend but also amused by the way she’d relaxed into her new friendship with Harry. “She’s okay, she’s excited now, I think. Nervous, for sure, but she’s getting better.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. Not exactly the answer he was looking for, but that was his fault for being vague. “Sorry--I--uh, has she said anything about me?”

Jeff laughed at that, shook his head and turned back to his computer. Apparently this wasn’t something he needed to pay attention to. 

Glenne smiled a little, leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms. “Why?”

“Why?” Harry asked, chin tucked against his chest. “Because she’s having my baby.”

“It’s hers too, you know.”

“Our baby,” Harry corrected before pushing again. “What has she said?”

Glenne shrugged, obviously contemplating what she should divulge and what felt like it would lead Y/N to absolutely lose her shit should she find out that Glenne wasn’t as tight-lipped as expected. 

“I don’t know, Harry--not much,” she turned and headed back towards the kitchen, grabbing a seltzer from the fridge when he followed behind quickly. 

“You see her once a week and you expect me to believe I’ve never come up?”

“Your ego is showing!” Jeff called from the other room.

Glenne watched him with narrowed eyes, took a sip as Harry waited patiently next to the island. “She said you want to get to know her more.”

“I do.”

“In a normal way or in a…different way?” Glenne wiggled her eyebrows and Harry looked at her like she had three heads. 

“Not following.”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

“What? No--I don’t--I mean, she’s lovely, I like hanging out with her a lot--”

“And you think she’s attractive and smart,” Glenne filled in some of the blanks.

“Is that a crime?” He asked.

“No,” Glenne smiled. “I just think you guys are gonna bang again.”

“Glenne,” Harry made a face at that. “She’s pregnant with my child.”

“It’s hers too!” Glenne reached forward and gave Harry a punch in the arm.

“Alright--thanks for nothing,” he shrugged playfully, went back to Jeff’s office to grab his phone and the Nalgene he brought everywhere. He pushed his sunglasses on his face and called over his shoulder as he let himself out. “See you whenever!”

Glenne stood there for a second, watched him walk out and laughed to herself before Jeff appeared in the doorway. 

“She’s got it bad for him too?”

Glenne nodded. “This will either be amazing, or really, really messy.”

__

Harry was a regular at Dr. Weston’s office, so much so that he’d read every pamphlet in the waiting room and now greeted the nurses by name when they led Y/N down the same hallway and into the same room with the giant vagina poster. 

Y/N--on this lovely afternoon--didn’t seem as impressed by Harry’s charm as she usually did.

He turned around and held a hand over his eyes, a dramatic show of privacy when Y/N took the gown out of his outstretched hand and slipped it over her shoulders. “What’s your problem?”

He pouted and looked at her over his shoulder. “You don’t even care that I’m extremely well read.”

“One of those was a pamphlet about gestational diabetes–which I don’t even have,” she climbed up onto the exam table.

“I’m just trying to care, okay? However will you forgive me?” 

She fought the smile on her face, “I appreciate your caring. And your reading.”

“Good,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat back in his seat. “You should. Where do you want to go to dinner tonight?”

She scrunched her lips in thought. “Know any good barbeque places? Some ribs sound so good.”

His eyebrows lifted, he watched her for a second when a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Easier than he expected.

“What?” She asked, shoulders tense. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He broke eye contact for a second, let out a tiny laugh and then looked back up at her, a shit-eating grin on his face that he didn’t even bother to hide. “Just didn’t know it’d be that easy to get you to hang out with me.”

“Oh shut up,” she giggled, adjusting on top of the sanitary paper. “I’m hungry. It’s almost dinnertime anyway.”

“The only bad news is that I don’t know a good barbeque place.”

“That is bad news,” she agreed. “There��s one near my house. We can just go there. Or–get take out.”

“Is Lexi home tonight?”

She nodded.

“We could invite Glenne and Jeff, too, if you want. Or it could be just us, that’s fine.”

Harry would have loved a night alone with Y/N--but something in him thought that a group dinner date might help both Jeff and Glenne realize that Harry and Y/N were fine. They were friends. They were getting to know each other and neither Jeff nor Glenne needed to waste any time being nervous that this would implode. 

Y/N didn’t have a chance to answer, though, before Dr. Weston knocked and offered a smile, how are both parents feeling? 

She asked the same questions: new symptoms? Any bleeding? Mood? Appetite? Headaches? So far so good, no major symptoms and Harry realized that Y/N’s eyelashes curled up perfectly in a way that made his palms sweaty.

Dr. Weston turned to the ultrasound machine and pressed a few buttons, waking the screen up when Y/N laid back and assumed the regular position. This time, Harry pulled his chair up to be right beside her, as close as possible, when Dr. Weston prepped the probe with jelly.

“Definitely growing in there,” she smiled, reaching up to point at the screen. 

Harry leaned forward in shock. “Wow–she actually looks like a baby now.”

“Yeah,” Dr. Weston laughed a bit. “Less of a plum and more a baby.” But she turned, after that, her eyebrows furrowing at the screen before she looked at Harry again. “How did you know it’s a girl?”

“It’s a girl?” Y/N asked, lifting herself on her elbows to look at the screen closer. “How do you know?”

Dr. Weston turned the screen to show you better, moved the probe along Y/N’s lower tummy. 

“Well–if she weren’t, we’d see something right there between her legs.”

“So I’m right?” Harry looked at Y/N with wide eyes, a smug look of excitement on his face. “We’re having a girl?”

“You are,” Dr. Weston nodded. “I hope it’s okay that you know now.”

Harry clapped his hands together and stood from his seat. “I knew it, Y/N. I totally called it.”

He had to text his mum and sister, they’d been dying to know and begging to buy whatever they could to help prepare. Y/N sat up on the table and looked over at Harry, a sweet smile on her face when Harry felt his heart skip a beat. 

“S’a girl!”

“I know,” she nodded, voice quiet when she watched him. Harry held her gaze for a second, both of their lips pointed up at the corners.

Dr. Weston ducked out of the room quietly and then Harry clicked his phone shut.

“Did you already tell everyone we know?”

“No,” he laughed, letting it fall into his pocket. “Just my mum and sister.”

She hopped down from the table and he handed over her clothes. He watched her turn around, let the gown slip over her left shoulder as she tugged her shirt over her head. Harry turned to look out the window, but he didn’t feel bad when his eyes wandered over to appreciate the exposed skin.

“Are you happy it’s a girl?” He asked.

“I’m happy she’s healthy, and that I’m healthy,” she laughed, turning around to see him once her shorts were back in place. “But yes–a girl will be fun.”

“We’d make anything fun,” he said, stepping forward to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled, and it wasn’t lost on Harry that she fit perfectly against him.

**

Jeff’s mouth was wide open, he was still, a look of shock on his face as Glenne let out a laugh loud enough that it could set off a car alarm.

“Don’t,” Harry groaned, his eyes pleading with Y/N to not embarrass him any further. 

“They were expired?!” Lexi’s eyes were wide, she looked between the two of them from her spot on the floor, take out on her lap. “That’s fucked man.”

“I didn’t know they were, obviously!” He defended.

Glenne shrugged her shoulders. “Just getting laid that infrequently.” 

“Alright,” Harry rolled his eyes at the teasing. “S’not my primary residence.”

“So wait,” Jeff said. “When did you find this out?”

“When she was over once for dinner. Gave her the grand tour and we obviously had to stop by the scene of the crime,” Harry borrowed the language she once used to describe the bedroom.

“He can definitely cook but apparently he doesn’t read expiration dates,” Y/N laughed.

“So it’s all your fault,” Lexi laughed, reaching for another drink. “Bet that was tough news.”

Harry would have replied, would have made some type of comment about how what had started out as an accident was now making him wake up every day with a smile on his face. But his phone rang and he had to take it. “One day you’re all going to feel terrible for saying that when you’re in love with our baby. It’s John–I’ll take it outside.”

Jeff came out eventually when Harry motioned for him, a conversation about a release night show. Harry stole glances through the sliding glass door as Y/N and Glenne and Lexi laughed in the living room, a quick thought about what it’d be like to have a baby on his hip as he paced on the patio out back.

But eventually they ate take out and Jeff and Glenne stood by the door to say goodnight. 

“Alright, my dear,” Glenne smiled at Y/N. “Eat well, sleep well, take care of that sweet little muffin.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “So far, so good.”

Jeff waited as Glenne put her wine glass in the sink, hands on his hips when he looked to Harry. “Are you hitting the road too?”

So this was the anxiety Y/N felt. Was he allowed to stay? Would Jeff think it was a bad idea? Most importantly, did Harry care what Jeff thought? “Uh–might stay for a bit, if that’s alright?” 

Now he looked at Y/N, Glenne’s eyes were a bit wide, a smirk threatened to twist her lips into a full blown smile. 

“Yeah,” she said, looking around at all of them. “S’fine.”

So they said goodnight and left the two of them alone, Y/N turned to Harry once the door latched behind them. 

“Would you actually tell me if Jeff hated me?”

“Why would he hate you?”

“Because you got me pregnant.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” he shook his head, a smile tugged at his lips. “S’my fault, remember?”

“He might not see it that way.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “I just know.”

“How do you know?”

“Trust me, I would know if he hated you. He’s a terrible liar. He’d never be able to hang out with you if he didn’t like you.”

She was quiet, looked back down at the remote in her hands and picked at the skin around her thumb. Lexi had already gone to bed, the living room was quiet with the heavy air between them. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too, whatever it was.

He turned himself towards her on the couch, voice quiet when his head dipped to the side. “Why are you nervous about that?”

She smiled a little, a guilty one, like she knew her anxiety was getting the best of her. “I’m still trying to get over the whole fear about ruining your life.”

He rolled his eyes at that, a laugh escaping his lips when his arm reached up to the back of the couch. “You’re ridiculous! I can tell you a thousand times and you won’t believe me.”

“Probably not.”

He raised his eyebrows and watched her for a second. “You didn’t ruin my life.”

“Okay.” She stood from the couch and moved towards the kitchen, bringing the glass that Lexi had left behind over to the dishwasher. She smiled a little, stole a glance at him over her shoulder when he stood to follow behind.

“I mean it,” he laughed. 

She turned around, hands on the counter as she looked at him. For a second, Harry’s eyes darted down to her lips, wondering if they tasted sweet like honey.

When he looked back up at her eyes she looked scared, afraid, something had washed over her that had Harry’s stomach in a knot.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, the clock on the wall ticked when she finally admitted: “I just don’t want you to leave.”

He took a step forward, brows furrowed. “Tonight?”

“No–like, in general.”

His lips parted at that, a pause before he sighed, another step forward. 

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to be weird. I’m just–scared sometimes.”

“I know,” he was close now, his chest almost pressed against hers. He let his fingers reach up to tug at the hem of her shirt, a desire to touch her that now always lingered nearby. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded, stared down at the floor now as if looking up in his eyes was too risky. Harry felt the same rush of adrenaline, the same jolt of electricity down his spine when he leaned in to press his lips to hers. 

Sweeter than honey, he decided. Definitely sweeter.

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AN: SWEETER THAN HONEY?!?!!?!?!?! wow i love them.

#unplanned #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles stories #harry styles fan fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #idkthisisjustforfanfic

[feehippielove]

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ꨄ︎˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ꨄ︎˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ꨄ︎˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ꨄ︎˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ꨄ︎˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ꨄ︎˖⁺‧₊˚ Today's work took me far from home, so I thought I'd treat myself. I've yearned for a cute date for a while 🫶🏿 I'm glad that I chose to do this for myself after breakfast :3

(these two are one piece)

Not every art piece comes with a description and here are a few pieces - I took an obscene amount of photos

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#note to self #my diary #self love #self care #self date #museum #fort worth texas #unplanned #I had eggs bacon and french toast with a coffee for breakfast #The coffee shop was cute #friday vibes #me #selfie #art museum #not my art #art lover #sculpture #photography #painting #abstract #good vibes #twas a good day #self worth #im sleepy af #I've been up since 5:15am 🥴 #worth it

[dionysian-undead]

why was my go-to mid-panic response to say that cricket bats were paddles with erections? why was that what my brain did with the triggers instead of literally any of the millions of other options it had?

#unprompted #unplanned #it just fell out of me and i was like oh no

[lamortwrites]

gave up and planned out the **** ********* and it has. thirteen sections

#unplanned #but I am SO hot #and closer to finishing than I thought I think #ash.txt

[marywoodartdept]

Linoleum Bird Prints

Becca, our printmaking blogger, shares some work in progress on an unplanned design creating hummingbird prints from linoleum with decorative vine and leaf embellishment. Read "Linoleum Bird Prints"to learn more about her process #MarywoodArt #Printmaking

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#Art #bird #carve #carving tools #humming bird #Illustration #inspiration #Inspire #line #line work #linoleum #Marywood Art #Marywood Art Department #Marywood University #Marywood University Art Department #one of a kind #Printmaking #unplanned #Where Creativity Works

[spicyclover]

Unplanned part 8?

Hi! I'm back!

Sorry for the long wait, but the last few weeks have been crazy.

Here’s the new chapter for the Unplanned story.

Hope you like it and let me know ;)

Lots of love, Spicy Clover

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #unplanned #pregnancy

[angeltreasure]

Just wanna say that the Roe v Wade leak happened less than 24 hours after I watched Unplanned, almost got physically ill, did some research, almost got physically ill again, became pro-life with no exceptions (I had previously believed 1st trimester abortions were okay as long as there was a good reason), and then cried and prayed for at least 20 minutes begging God to make it stop and help us win this fight.

If that wasn't a clear-as-day answer to my prayers, I don't know what is.

Thank You, Jesus! Please flow Your peace and mercy upon this anon, Lord. They heard You call to them in their heart. You wipe away every tear and hear every prayer. May the Divine Mercy rays shelter over this one.

(I love that movie!) It made me feel sick too (even though I already knew many facts of abortion and abortion clinics), because of the reality of what can really happen to someone go through that situation in this life. It really helps us step into someone else’s shoes and lower the noise of the world trying to come at us from every side about the topic. It helps be transparent about abortion. Anon, I don’t believe there are any coincidences in this world. I always say that things happen in God’s timing. I’ll cry with you anon. I want it to stop too… over (roughly) 60,000,00 lives lost to abortion since the 70’s is too many for one to bare. I am here for you if you need anything. I’d love for you to join me in prayer, if you feel comfortable for it.

#asks #pray to end abortion #Unplanned #pro life #prolife #prayer request

[dreamertrait]

Guyz

#screenies #ts4 #longpost #screenshots #ts4 men #ts4 screenshots #somehow one guy looks like akshan from league of legends XD #unplanned #first guy is my saves drug dealer #i guess i like facial hair

[bananakarenina]

Yes hello I have a question about the lukexbobby round robin: WHY MUST YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY?

bahahahahahahahahahaha LISTEN

i blame @where-you-go for all of it

...even though i started it

it's fine

#luke x bobby round robin #only jay i stg #me: luke x bobby is fun and jay writes it well but it's not my fave ship #also me: hundreds of words of fake dating and luke realizing he's in love with his best friend #UNPLANNED #sure #why not

[insomniac-silco-maniac]

Unplanned - Chapter One

Silco x OC canon divergence AU (NSFW) 

Warning tags: Lactation kink, canon typical violence, MDNI

Summary: Silco gets more than he expected from a girl who sweeps him off his feet. Literally.

Link to it on Ao3 here

Micheal pushed her way through the tight alleys, panting heavily and barely able to hear the racing feet behind her over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. She hit a wall hard and pushed herself off it to get leverage down the next alley, this one wider and leading out to an empty street. She'd be able to at least fight with that much space. She hoped.

A quick glance over her shoulder as she neared the street had mismatched eyes falling on the five men who were stumbling over each other as they bounced off the same wall she had. Too close now.

The air was abruptly knocked from her lungs as she exited the alley, slamming right into someone and toppling them both to the ground. She spun her head to finally look forward and found herself on her hands and knees above the very pissed off Eye of Zaun.

Fantastic.

Her lungs hadn't quite gathered air back yet so she didn't say anything as she quickly rolled off of him and looked to the men who had been chasing her. They still seemed hellbent on finishing this fight until they caught sight of the man on the ground next to her. They couldn't have run away fast enough.

Micheal panted and looked to the older man who was seemingly as winded as she was, though she had a feeling most of his panting was out of anger. "I am so sorry." She breathed out, pushing herself to her feet and holding her hand out to him. Despite the sting of him slapping it away she didn't blame him, watching as he got to his feet on his own.

Silco opened his mouth to snap at her but the words died on his tongue as he finally got a good look at the girl. Now, a normal person would think that's not something you see everyday, but Silco was not normal and he did in fact see that every day when he looked in the mirror. Still, it was quite a shock to see the girl with a pure black left eye, like his just without the burning orange iris. She seemed to notice his shock and he quickly steeled himself. "It would be wise of you to watch where you are going." His words were thick with venom, dripping heavy with each one despite him still staring into her eyes.

"Was more concerned with what was happening behind me." Micheal retorted, brushing some gravel from her bloodied palms after the impact with the ground. "But I'll be sure to watch where I'm going next time I'm being chased." The displeased look on the man's face made her tense. "Sir."

Silco stared down his nose at her, seeing how she didn't exactly cower away from him, more so playing nice than actually being intimidated. Most people would be scared shitless about looking at him, let alone running him down and then responding sarcastically of all things. He took his chance to look the girl over, intrigued by her now that he knew she wasn't terrified like most. Long black hair was done up in a single braid that hung over her shoulder and fell down to her hip. She was wearing a button up dress shirt that rivaled his in red, though it was clearly matched to her blood red right eye. It was tucked into a pair of black dress pants, suspenders hanging by her thighs, used for fashion more than practicality. Not one he'd lose in a crowd. "Why were they chasing you?"

"Bumped into one of them." The girl shrugged, rubbing her shoulder at the memory.

"You seem to have a habit of that."

Micheal snorted softly and shook her head, arms folding across her stomach and it was clear now that she had bruises along her arm. "Blind in my left eye. Not easy to watch where I'm going." She shrugged again, used to running into things, her hip also bruised in multiple places from walking into tables. Her depth perception sucked.

A soft hum left the man and his lips curled up in a small smirk. "I suppose I can forgive you for running into me then. This time."

The girl laughed and caught his gaze. "I appreciate it. Didn't really want to die today." She teased, rocking from her heels to her toes. It was her turn to look the man up and down, pleased to finally see him up close after a few glimpses in the streets. He wasn't as scary as people made him out to be, at least not in looks. Who didn't have scars? Live down here long enough and you'll start to wear them proudly as a warning to anyone who tried to fuck with you. Look what I can handle. "Well, I hate to keep you from whatever business you have. Sorry again for running into you." She beamed and went to leave, blinking in surprise when his hand caught her elbow.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" Silco asked curiously, not wanting this girl to slip through his fingers. It wasn't just her eye drawing him in, but he'd admit it was a major factor. There was something else though, like a whirlpool around her that swept him in the moment she got close. He wanted to know her, even if it was unorthodox of him to do so. He made the rules, and he could break them.

"Not at all, just assumed you did."

He smirked slightly and nodded his head in the direction of the Last Drop. "Allow me to buy you a drink."

Micheal couldn't help the soft snort that escaped her. "Wouldn't it be free for you?"

"Humor me."

She laughed but nodded, ignoring the twinge of loss she felt when his hand left her arm. It was a gentle hold, even more so than she expected considering this man's reputation. The girl easily fell in step behind him and followed the crime lord to his club. Not something one does every day. Still though, the moment he didn't stab her from crashing into him she felt at ease just talking to the man.

Its was pretty early in the evening and yet the music from the club vibrated the ground beneath her feet as they approached it, the double doors being pushed open for the man and subsequently her. The crowd parted for him as well, just enough that she occasionally had to push some people away if they cut between her and the crime lord, despite being practically on his heels.

The older man lead her up the stairs to the second floor, private booths lining the walls and he took one next to a closed door with two guards outside of it. A wave of his hand had the girl sinking into one side as he stood in front of the table. "Give me one moment." He said just loud enough to be heard over the music before he moved to the door and stepped inside.

Micheal glanced around before she shifted a little further into the curve of the booth so she could see her surroundings better. She caught the glimpses of a few people at other tables, the weight of their judgement hitting her heavily. Even as she dropped her gaze she could still feel theirs burning into her.

It wasn't until Silco returned that she finally looked up, watching as he sat and carefully slid himself just a little further into the booth than necessary. "Can I ask how you handle it when someone shows damn near disgust purely for your eye?" As she spoke she absently leaned her head into her hand, cradling it in a way that kept her eyes from view of others in the club. She opted to stare at him, noting that he was now sans coat and had a cigar between two fingers, a lighter in his other hand.

Silco frowned slightly at the question and looked out over the club, seeing the ones whispering and how their glances locked with the girl but avoided him. "Usually I stab them in the eye." The laugh he got from the girl made him smirk, seeing her shoulders ease. The moment she looked away he caught the eyes of a guard over her shoulder and glanced at the table across the way, a silent command to rid whoever it was from his club.

"I guess that's one way to handle it." Micheal smiled, keeping her gaze either on Silco or the table until someone approached.

"What would you like?" The older man asked, fingers gently drumming on the table.

"Whiskey sour."

"Make it two." Silco said to the waiter who scurried off.

It was once he was gone Micheal saw that the group of people in the booth across the way were being forced out, glancing over her shoulder to see one of the guards was gone from his post at the door. "I look away for two seconds." She laughed, shaking her head. "You didn't need to, I may hate the staring but I can ignore it."

"If they're staring at you for your eye, then it's an insult to me as well." Silco said with a clipped shrug, lighting the cigar in his hand before bringing it to his lips. "Besides, I'd prefer to have all of your attention at the moment." The words fell from his lips along with a cloud of smoke.

Even with all the flashing lights, Micheal was positive her blush was visible, cursing the heat that only burned more when the man smiled as he noticed. "You have it."

"Excellent." Silco smirked, only breaking eye contact when their drinks were served before he turned back to the girl and raised his glass. The soft clink of their tumblers was drowned out by the music, his gaze glued to hers as he took a sip, deft fingers barely holding the edge of the glass until it was set down. "What's your name?"

Micheal laughed softly as they clinked their glasses together, humming at the question. "My name huh? That's a tough one. I don't normally tell people my actual name unless I trust them to keep it a secret. Can I trust you?" The question was about more than just her name, the obvious weight of it resting heavy in the air between them.

"You can." Silco said through another puff of smoke, lips curling into another smile as the girl leaned in closer.

"Most know me as Micheal, but you may call me Nina." Her voice was just loud enough for him to hear, but even so he had shifted in more to catch every syllable. The pleased look on his face made her shiver slightly and she grinned as she sat back and sipped her drink.

"A lovely name, for a lovely woman." He purred the words as he tapped his cigar over the ashtray at the center of the table.

"You flatter." Micheal laughed, though once again she knew he could see her blush. "Am I allowed to use your name or is it strictly sir?" She once again rested her face into her hand, cradling her cheek so she could look straight at him and only him.

A small hum left the man as he mulled over the answer despite knowing he wanted to hear her say his name. "You may use it." He said the words casually like it was no big deal when they both knew that it was.

"Wonderful." Micheal smiled but didn't say his name, the dark thrill of a look in his eyes all she needed to know that he was enjoying the playfulness. "So tell me sir, what's it like being the most dangerous man in the Undercity?"

"It has its perks." Silco chuckled as he brought the cigar to his lips. "For example, I can easily threaten someone to say my name if I need to."

The girl quirked a brow and grinned. "Oh? And what sort of threat would that be?" Her mismatched eyes widened as a hand slid beneath the table and over her thigh, squeezing and dragging fingers enough to part her legs.

"The threat of not going further." Silco said casually, like his hand wasn't slipping higher up her thigh, stopping just before his fingers brushed against the seam at the center of her pants.

Micheal's blush was undeniable and she squirmed in her seat, looking around as if someone might see despite the dark room only being lit up by strobing lights. No one could see. No one would notice if she rolled her hips forward, so long as she kept her face passive. "That is quite the threat." She downed the rest of her whiskey and caught his eyes with her own. "If I give in, will I be stuck in this booth with just your hand to satisfy me?"

Silco's eyes were dark and his lips were glued upwards in a smirk. "I'm sure we can come to another arrangement, though I do like the idea of watching you squirm in a room filled with people none the wiser." He purred lowly, running a single finger along the seam of her pants just to watch her shiver.

"You are an evil man~" Micheal laughed, keeping herself from pressing into that teasing finger. She spared a glance out into the club again, over the side of the railing to see a portion of the room below. Mismatched eyes followed the rhythm of movement until she spotted someone who seemed utterly out of place as they stood stark still amongst the mass of dancing figures. Her body reacted before she even properly registered what she saw, grabbing Silco's vest and tugging him down into the booth as a bullet hit the cushion where his head had been. It came as no surprise when the crowd below went into hysterics a moment later as the shot was undeniable despite the blaring music.

A hand slid around the wrist that she only realized was still grasping the crime lord's vest when she felt it, drawing her gaze as he pulled her with him out of the booth and to the door behind it. The guards in front had already opened it, and the moment it shut she heard them shouting at the droves of people pushing their way out of the club.

Micheal said nothing as they climbed another set of stairs, a hallway at the top that he lead her down before pushing open a door and pulling her inside. She barely got the chance to see she was in his office before her back was pressed against the door, his body against hers. Her mouth opened but all words died the moment his tongue met hers, eyes falling shut as she slid her arms around his shoulders and tried to tug him even closer.

Silco wasn't used to people saving his life if he wasn't paying them to do it, so it was quite a shock when he heard the shot the instant he was tugged down and out of the way. Oh he definitely wasn't going to let this girl go. The man all but dragged her up to his office, breathing sped up from adrenaline and his want for her.

The second they were alone he was on her, leg slipping between hers as their mouths met. The moan that slipped from her lips was all he needed to hear before he started to undo the buttons of her shirt, getting annoyed at the last few and ripping the rest of the garment open. He pulled back from her mouth and nipped his way down her jawline, across her throat where he made sure to leave deep red bruises, and down her chest. He kissed and bit at the top of her breasts, a hand sliding up from her waist and to her back where he eagerly snapped the clasps of her bra undone.

Micheal panted softly and moaned as his mouth trailed down her body, whimpering when he sucked hard on certain spots. Her hips rocked forward along his thigh and she bit her lip as her gaze fell to watch him. The hungry look in his eyes had her throbbing and she pushed him away so she could slide her shirt off, the bra falling to the floor as well. Her head hit the door as the man got back to work, chipped teeth and hot tongue finding their way to her nipple, fingers pinching the other.

"F-Fuck Silco." She finally let his name slip past her lips, the growl he gave in return making her shudder. A gasp left her a moment later as his hands slid beneath her thighs and lifted her up, the man deceptively strong as he carried her to his desk and nearly threw her onto it.

Silco stared down at her, panting as he ran his hands from her throat to her chest, briefly squeezing her breasts before going lower and catching the button of her pants. Once again he worked quickly to get it and her zipper undone, smirking as she lifted her hips so he could tug her pants off. The deep blush that hit her cheeks when she realized he'd also pulled her underwear down as well had him chuckling lowly. "No time to waste~"

Micheal laughed a little breathlessly and let him pull her pants off after a hasty removal of her boots as well. She bit her lip and spread her legs for him as he took in the sight of her, propped up on her elbows and looking at him with a hunger rivaling his own. "Then you better hurry up." She teased, giggling when he tugged her to the edge of the desk before he started to undo his own pants. Four buttons popped and he pulled himself free, her eyes widening at the sight and she had to shut her mouth before she started drooling. "Holy fuck."

Silco smirked and stepped forward, humming as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Beg for it." He purred as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.

Micheal moaned and shivered at the touch, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Please, please Silco I need you." She pleaded, body jolting whenever he'd drag himself over her clit. "F-Fuck fill me please!"

The older man chuckled at her, watching how she so easily came undone. "Good girl~" He said lowly, lining his cock up at her entrance and pushing himself deep in one smooth thrust. The wet heat was incredible and he groaned as he braced one hand on the desk at her side, loving the way she arched up into him.

"O-Oh Silco...!" Micheal whimpered and fell flat against the desk, his cock so big and stretching her so wonderfully. The twinge of pain mixed with pleasure and she rolled her hips against his, groaning at the feeling.

Silco hummed and leaned over her completely, catching her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled himself out to the tip and then snapped his hips forward. Her cry of pleasure dripped into his mouth and he moaned, starting a rough and fast pace. His lips once again found her jaw, moving lower and lower until he was at her chest again. This time he started with the other nipple, having neglected it before and was making up for it now.

Micheal whined and arched up into his mouth, threading her fingers into his hair and gasping when it earned her a borderline painful bite. "Sil-ah! S-Silco...!" She couldn't form any other words, his name dripping from her lips.

Then the man suddenly stopped everything, pulling back and she didn't know why until her gaze fell to her chest. Her cheeks burned a bright red with embarrassment and she sat up, placing a hand over her chest and the her now leaking nipples. "I-I'm sorry–" Her apologies were cut off by his lips on hers, a firm hand pushing her back onto the desk while the other moved the arm she had covered herself with.

"Don't apologize." There was a kindness in his gaze, mixed in with a new hunger she didn't expect. "Just tell me if it starts to hurt." He moved back to her chest and caught a nipple between his lips, moaning around it as he started to suck the milk from her.

"O-oh fuck...!" The girl's head hit the desk again and she whimpered loudly as not only did he start to milk her but his hips started up even harder than before. "S-so good!" She cried out, fingers moving to tug at his hair as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. The pleasure was intense and she could feel that wonderful heat pooling in her core, whines and moans leaving her freely.

Silco did not expect that but he couldn't deny how his cock throbbed as realization dawned on him, the sweet taste on his tongue making him want more. The moment his lips were wrapped around her again he was sucking hungrily, blue eye falling shut as he savored this moment. He got lost in his actions, moving from one nipple to the other, hips rocking of their own accord while his hands and mouth worked on milking the girl of every last drop.

It wasn't until she nearly screamed his name and tightened around him did he get pulled from it all, his forehead falling between her breasts as he moaned and his hips started to falter. A few thrusts later and he buried himself deep as he came hard, filling the girl with every last drop before he slid his arms beneath her and pulled her against him. He panted against her skin and kept his face buried until the high wore off, slowly releasing her and standing up a little straighter to admire the complete mess she was.

A bit of clean up and redressing had the girl sprawled out on his couch, bra still off as her nipples were quite sensitive now. An arm hung over her face as she rested, not having been fucked like that in ages.

Silco sat behind his desk, cigar between his lips as he reorganized it, papers having been crumpled or mixed around during their moment of fun. He tapped his fingers along the arm of his chair absently, a thought nagging at him but he wasn't sure how to broach the subject other than just being blunt. "You have a child."

Micheal blinked behind her arm at the words, a soft hum leaving her. "I had a child." She corrected quietly, letting her arm fall and head tilt so she could catch his gaze. "My daughter was killed a couple months ago...she wasn't even a year old yet at the time..."

Silco felt his chest tighten and he pushed himself from his chair, crossing the small gap between them before he sat on the table in front of her. "What happened?"

The girl sat up a little, mismatched eyes dull with sadness. "My sister gave birth to a still born, and it drove her insane. She killed many people that day, including the children of our other siblings." Her voice was quiet and she let herself fall back to the cushion, staring up at the ceiling. "Been trying my best to not let it get to me, to not end up like her." A hand slid into her own and she squeezed it, turning to look at him again. "I'm fine..."

Silco brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss along her knuckles. "I...may not know the loss of a child, but I know the betrayal of someone you considered family."

"Is that what caused this...?" Micheal reached up and gently cupped his scarred cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his black eye. "What did you do about it?"

The older man sighed through his nose and nodded, instinctively leaning into her touch. "It is." He squeezed her hand gently, his free one stroking the soft skin of her exposed arm. "I killed him."

The girl hummed and nodded. "I killed her too." She admitted quietly, relaxing into the couch more at his touch. "You know...I never thought I'd relate to the Eye of Zaun so much~" She teased, lightening the mood a little. "Come on, I don't want to spoil such a good time."

Silco managed a soft chuckle and nodded, kissing her hand again. "Would you like another drink?" He placed his empty hand on his knee and pushed himself to his feet, fingers still holding hers until he walked far enough away they slipped free.

"Yes please." Micheal hummed, sitting up enough to prop herself up on the arm of the couch, already missing his touch. "Another whiskey if you have it."

A deeper chuckle this time, mismatched eyes glancing back at the girl. "Its all I drink~"

The girl laughed through her nose and shook her head. "We may have too much in common, Silco. It's becoming eerie." She cooed, reaching out to take the glass handed to her. "Thank you."

"Perhaps, though I find myself enjoying it." Silco admitted, gently lifting her legs so he could slide into a space on the couch before letting her rest her feet across his lap. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Wholeheartedly." Micheal smiled, letting the man shift her around and sinking a little lower into the cushions as she sipped her drink. "Are you going to find out who took a shot at you? I got a pretty good look."

"I'm not going to do anything. If my men know what's good for them they'll be in the streets searching right now." Silco said with a shrug, pulling a cigar from a tray on the small table next to the couch, an odd placement since it was unlikely he shared them with guests.

Ah. Its because he sits here and can't be damned to cross the few feet to his desk to get more.

Micheal found herself laughing softly at the revelation, watching him take a drag off the cigar before leaning his head back and blowing rings of smoke into the air above them. "I'm not sure if anyone's told you recently, but you're so fucking hot." She purred, seeing his blue eye widen slightly and a smirk grace his lips once again.

"You flatter~" He echoed her words from earlier in the night, taking a sip of his own whiskey. The hand that held his cigar rested on her leg and he absently smoothed a circle with his thumb over her. "But I will be honest and say no one has ever said that to me."

Micheal nearly choked on her whiskey, sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious? No one?" She set her glass down and shifted herself around until she was straddling his lap, hands on his chest. "Then I suppose I will have to tell you how hot you are a lot more huh?" She grinned and caught his lips in a sweet kiss. "Honestly I've seen you walking the streets before and couldn't tear my eyes away, though I'll admit I was terrified of ending up on your bad side." She ran her fingers along his scarred temple and into his hair. "Had I known what it would be like on your good side, I'd have run into you sooner~"

Silco shrugged slightly at her astonishment, not willing to admit any previous trists he'd had were because he paid for them. No one wanted to sleep with a scarred man. An evil man. At least, not until now. He looked up at the girl in his lap, a hand on her thigh that still held his fizzled out cigar. The kiss was short, sweet, and he found himself wanting to follow her lips when she pulled away. A smile formed on his lips as she spoke, setting down his glass so he could reach up and take hold of her face.

Instead, his hand wrapped around her throat.

"Some people, they're good at lying. Others, well, they lay it on too thick." His voice was low, bored even. His grip tightened as her nails dug into his wrist, those wonderfully mismatched eyes of hers wide with fear.

"N-not...a...l-lie." Micheal wheezed out the words, tears pricking her eyes as her vision started to darken. "S-Silco..." She did her best to focus on his gaze, tears finally falling as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek, finger swiping beneath his fiery orange eye before the world went dark.

#silco #silco fic #silco arcane #arcane fic #Unplanned #yeah just gonna drop this here now before I run away for the day to do serious adult things #lactation kink #this is gonna get me spammed with bots for tagging that but #gotta do it #not much violence here but there will be in later chapters so #idk what else to say #enjoy #added a lil summary of vagueness #bc idk how to summarize a single chapter let alone story

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U N P L A N N E D, the sonogram

Harry stared at the green and white tile as he paced. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. Y/N was sat on the exam table in Doctor Weston’s office and shifted on the wax paper, eyeing him for a second before letting out a breath. “Can you relax?” 

He looked at her like she was crazy. “I can’t relax. I have to figure out a lot of stuff right now. And I’m nervous, okay? This is a big day.” 

She faltered a little at the charge in his words, a wave of guilt crested when Harry sighed. It wasn’t her fault he was nervous, not her fault he wasn’t sleeping well and it certainly wasn’t her fault they were in this situation to begin with. 

She watched him for a moment, almost like she didn’t know how to reply. “You’re not the one who has to have someone’s fingers in her–you know.”

He rolled his eyes at that--that certainly wasn’t his fault. He let out another breathy sigh and sat in the chair against the wall, eventually pulling his eyes up to scan the blue and white gown that draped over her figure.

“Cute dress.”

“Shut up.”

“S’nice!” He laughed a little, offering a smirk when she glared at him. 

“It’s ratty and old and–not very flattering.” 

Harry realized when she spoke that he had to be honest, had to tell her the truth about his sour mood and maybe that would help him feel less foggy. A breath before he said it: “m’sorry–I just–I had a meeting with Jeff today and we decided to push the album back.”

Y/N froze, lips parted either in shock or uncertainty or some kind of expression that Harry couldn’t quite place. “I–”

He cut her off, leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees when he tried to reassure her. “S’fine, Y/N, really. Gives me more time to sit on it and plan some music videos and talk about marketing stuff.”

He would have said more, maybe even told her it’s not her fault, but the door pushed open and a red-headed woman with soft features smiled at Harry before she looked to Y/N. 

“Hello, hello, how’s mom feeling?”

Harry felt his stomach drop at the m-word, a tangle of baby-related thoughts when he looked from Dr. Weston back to Y/N. She was panicking, lips parted like they had been only a moment before when it was just the two of them in the sterile room. 

“Good, right, love?” He stood and took two steps over to her, some sort of instinct in him took over, a hand on her back when he realized how frozen she was. “Headaches, she’s said, a funny taste in your mouth, right?”

She nodded, still frozen by anxiety or uncertainty or something.

Dr. Weston sat on the rolling stool and moved towards the sonogram machine, an apologetic smile for the panic she’d caused. “Are the headaches helped by something over the counter? Advil? Tylenol?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat a little. “Advil. Is that alright?”

“Perfectly fine. Just take the recommended dose, no more than it says on the bottle.”

They both nodded at that–as if he would remember her advice, too. 

“Alright,” Dr. Weston reached for some gloves and looked up at Y/N, eyes wide. “Ready to lean back? The gel will be cold but it will give us a good look at what’s going on in there. This will be the first of many ultrasounds.”

Y/N glanced to Harry quickly, almost like she needed more reassurance. He nodded slightly and she did as she was told, pushed her bum back on the table and let her back rest flush against it. 

She bristled a little at the gel, Harry still stood by her side and watched as Dr. Weston pulled the probe away from the monitor before pressing it to the exposed skin. She tensed again, Harry put his hands in his pockets again to keep himself from reaching out to touch her. 

“Okay,” Dr. Weston’s voice was calm, she moved along Y/N’s lower stomach for a few seconds, all eyes were glued to the screen. “So, the big dark circle there is your uterus,” she pointed at the screen and clicked something to capture it. “That’s the lining, there, where it turns to a lighter gray.”

Harry nodded, his lips slightly parted as his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned forward to get a better look.

“And that, the tiny little thing inside of it–” she adjusted the probe again and pointed to the screen, tugging at the whole machine a bit so they could see it more easily. “That’s your baby.”

Quiet for a second, the first time in a while that Harry’s pulse slowed. He stared at the screen, glanced down to Y/N, and then back to the black and white mumbo jumbo that was simultaneously much bigger and much smaller than himself. 

Y/N stared, too, shallow breaths and wide eyes when Harry bumped his hip into hers, a small smile on his face. He pointed towards the screen, “s’right there, that’s it.”

“I see it,” she nodded.

He tilted his head to the side. “It’s more–like a pea now.”

She laughed at that, melodic and sweet and immediately breaking the tension in the room in half. “It wasn’t going to be an apple seed forever.”

Dr. Weston smiled, rolled away from the machine when Y/N pushed herself up on her elbows. “Do you want to do a vaginal ultrasound? We can possibly hear the heartbeat that way–obviously less comfortable.”

Harry looked over at her, all she did was nod. She shimmied out of the hospital shorts, tugging the gown to make sure Harry couldn’t see anything, but he’d already twisted around and busied himself with his phone to offer privacy. 

She coughed awkwardly, “okay, you can look again.” 

He turned around, a blanket splayed over her lap, pink on her cheeks when Harry met her gaze, eyes trailing down to Dr. Weston’s hand between her legs. He wondered for a second: what did she think of all this? Was she judging his career or the awkwardness between them?

Quiet for a second, then Dr. Weston smiled. “That sound, the whooshing–that’s the heartbeat. That’s the baby, again,” she pointed. “Right there.”

“Huh,” Y/N said, once again, eyes on the screen and hands clasped over her stomach. 

“So,” Dr. Weston’s voice was quieter now, she removed the probe and discarded her gloves into the trash. “Still too soon to tell the sex. But–we’ll do another one in about four weeks. If anything changes, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out. You can email me on the patient portal or just call the front desk.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll print these for you.”

“Can you print two copies, please?”

She nodded, a sympathetic smile in Harry’s direction before she shut the door behind her and left them alone in the room.

Y/N sat up, the paper crumbled beneath her and Harry stood awkwardly in the center of the room. 

Another confession. “I, uh–I still haven’t told my family.”

She nodded slightly, pulled her eyes down to the floor, unreadable.

“I want to, I just–I haven’t seen them in a bit,” he shrugged. “I’m supposed to go home for a while next week.”

She nodded. “You should go.”

Okay, a third confession. “It’s supposed to be for, like, six weeks.”

“That’s fine.”

Was she mental? He felt his brow furrow. “No–I’m not–I can’t miss whatever happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” she waved him off. 

He pulled his head back, utterly confused by her words. “I don’t think that’s how pregnancy works.���

She stood from the table quickly and hopped down, barefoot on the tile. “Just go.”

“I might for a week, but, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to do this,” she snapped suddenly, glancing up at him. “You don’t have to come to every appointment and act like we’re actually–I don’t know, together, or something. We can still live separate lives.”

“I’m not acting like that,” he said, voice softer now. “I’m just doing what’s right. I’m in this, too, Y/N.”

She turned around, shimmied the shorts down from her hips and held the gown in place. Stubborn, good to know, Harry made a mental note when she reached for her panties on the chair beside his. 

“I think you should do it. Tell them in person.” She pulled them up into place, Harry let his gaze wander towards the ceiling when he picked up her shorts and handed them over to her. 

“Why are you like this?”

“I’m not like anything,” she said, one foot in first, then the other. “I just don’t want you to feel trapped in LA with me. I’m fine.”

She dropped the gown now, holding it to her chest when she turned around. He averted his gaze again, stared directly at the vagina poster on the wall. “Right.”

Harry felt his shoulders relax once she pulled a t-shirt on. 

“Right what?”

“You’re right. You’re fine. You don’t need me,” a shrug of his shoulders, though he didn’t mean it at all. “Is that what you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to relax.”

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t,” he spoke quickly now, her face faltered and for a second, Harry thought she might storm out. “But the last thing I need is for you to act like none of this is a big deal.”

Instead, her chin started to quiver and her eyes welled with tears. Harry let out another breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. How on earth was she pissing him off and making his heart do somersaults in the same moment? 

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, words broken by the heavy breathing. “It just happens now–I just cry on command.”

He shook his head, watching as she folded the gown neatly on the table, left it there to be discarded by the nurse who never brought Harry’s cup of water. “No–I–it’s fine. You can cry as much as you want.”

She blinked a few times, forced air from between her lips like she was trying to steady her pulse. Maybe it was the sound of the heartbeat, or the way she looked up at him nervously when she laid on the table, but something made Harry realize that whatever tough exterior she showed was only there to avoid the fear and the emotion that hid beneath the surface. 

Two steps forward, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She was stiff for a second and the air was still, like everything between them was so fragile any sudden movement could knock them completely off course. 

But Y/N sighed and wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist. He didn’t know why, but something pulled him into her. Emotionally, physically, mentally, whatever. He smiled down at her, pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“S’alright. I’ll go home for a week. Then I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay.”

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Harry sat at the kitchen table in his mum’s house, hands around a cup of tea when she finally smiled and sat down. His sister had made the drive up, so excited to see you! 

He felt guilty when the words tumbled out of his mouth, clunky and awkward as if he hadn’t rehearsed it on the plane a thousand times. 

“So--uh--I have some news.”

Gemma’s eyebrows raised, she sipped at her tea and set it back on the table expectantly. Anne put her phone down, clicked it shut after replying to a text from a friend. 

“I want both of you to stay calm, yeah?”

Anne glanced over to Gemma, a brief look of uncertainty between the two of them when Harry forced a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yeah, get on with it, then,” Gemma urged. 

“Well, you both have met Glenne…”

“Course,” Anne nodded in confirmation. 

“She’s got a friend, uh, my friend, too, her name’s Y/N.”

“Sure,” Gemma nodded, eyebrows furrowed now as she watched her brother trip over words. 

“We--uh--Y/N and I--she’s pregnant.”

Silence, both of their foreheads wrinkled and Harry’s heart felt like it was pounding so fast that it might just jump out of his chest and onto the table. 

“Because of you?” Gemma’s chin jutted forward a bit, the look on her face told Harry that this wasn’t the news she expected. We’re dating, we’re going on vacation, we got a dog. Anything would have felt less surprising to Anne and Gemma than hearing that Harry was now a father-to-be. 

He nodded, lips parted like he wanted to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. His mouth was dry and his hands felt clammy. He took a sip of his tea, earl grey, just to buy some time and think of what to say next. 

“Are you alright?” Anne reached forward and put a hand on Harry’s wrist. 

He glanced up at her, immediately softening at the kindness in her voice. “I’m kind of freaked out but I’ve had a bit of time to wrap my head around it.”

“She’s keeping it?” Gemma asked.

“She is--we are,” he corrected, a nod at his own words, the reminder he felt they all needed: we, not she. 

They were quiet for a moment, Harry wondered what Y/N was doing right this second. Getting home from work? Eating dinner with Lexi? His stomach had churned with guilt on the flight home, but now, thousands of miles apart, Harry realized that in a way, he was still with her in Los Angeles. Even if it was just a lump of cells on her uterine lining and a nagging thought of what the fuck are we going to do. 

Somehow, that made him feel better. 

“And you trust her? You feel alright about her?” Anne’s words were careful, Harry knew what she was asking and honestly, he expected it at this point. 

“Yes, yeah,” he nodded. “She’s a good person and she’s kind and funny and she’s--” he thought about it for a second. How did he explain to them what his last few weeks had been like? “She’s honestly been freaking out ever since she told me and--you know--if she was taking the piss she wouldn’t be as freaked out I think and--I don’t know.”

Gemma nodded slowly, eyes still wide when she looked at her brother across the table. “Where’s Jeff at with all of this? Has he gone absolutely mental?”

“He’s…had his moments,” Harry laughed a little. “We had a meeting with my lawyer the other week, we’re doing a paternity test once I get back.”

Anne narrowed her eyes for a second, Harry caught it and did the same. “What?”

“You just--you don’t seem as scared or nervous as I would expect,” she shrugged. “You seem almost…calm.”

“You seem abnormally okay with all of this,” Gemma laughed a little, the first bit of normalcy since he’d confessed.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had some time to sit with it--figured it’d be best to tell you in person.”

They nodded, one of the cats jumped in Gemma’s lap and Harry took another swig of tea. 

“And besides--Y/N’s--” he paused, surely they’d think he was crazy for the words about to come out of his mouth. “She’s nice, she’s sweet, she’s normal. It’s obviously a huge deal and a totally life-altering thing, but, I don’t know. I feel okay about it. About her.”

Anne smiled a little, she looked over to Gemma and then back to Harry, a tiny trace of emotion in her eyes. “I get a grandbaby!”

“I get to be an auntie,” Gemma smiled, reaching forward to take Harry’s hand. “Kind of thought I’d have my own before you knocked someone up, but--you’ve done a lot of shit we haven’t quite expected.”

He laughed at that, told them about the doctor’s appointment and the way all of the air got sucked out of the room when he heard the heartbeat. He showed them the sonogram and then stepped out of the room.

He’d already warned her: I’m telling them tonight, should probably FaceTime so you can meet. Now she answered the phone and he asked if she felt ready to meet them face to face, through the screen, on the other side of the planet. 

They sat round the table and she smiled and waved, her anxiety palpable but probably only to Harry. They asked her about work, made the right amount of small talk and before he knew it they were saying goodbye, another flutter of his heart when she promised: i’ll talk to you later!

Which is why, only two nights later, Harry was laying in his bedroom weighing the options. Call her? Don’t call her? It felt strange to know her life was moving on without him, she was driving to work and seeing her friends and doing all of the things that she’d always been doing, but for some reason, Harry felt left out. 

Sleep wasn’t coming and he did the math on his fingers, 6:45pm--no, 7:45pm, he pressed her name in his phone and held his breath when it rang. 

“Hello?”

“Hi,” he breathed out, “s’me.”

“Hi,” she said it quickly, a beat of silence when Harry realized it was his turn to say something. 

“What are you up to?”

He could hear the smile through her voice, “just got home from work, actually. We’re just gonna hang out tonight, kind of tired, honestly.”

He hummed in thought, his heartbeat slowing just knowing that she was alright. Life as usual. 

“Do you feel alright?”

“Yeah,” she said casually, he could tell she was moving about in her house. “I’m fine. Kind of nauseous and just more tired than usual–but I think that’s normal.”

“Right,” he agreed, a second as he contemplated even saying it. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

A pause for a second, but she laughed, “I know, it’s been a minute. What have you been up to?”

He made a noise as if to imply it’d been boring. “A lot of meetings, honestly. Spent a few nights in London for a photoshoot for the album cover, merch stuff. Nothing too exciting.”

“That sounds cool–better than getting angry emails about your font choice.”

“Yeah I can’t say I’ve experienced that,” he admitted, grateful for the natural flow of conversation. “But look, I, uh, I’m glad you got to talk to my family the other night.”

She was quiet for a second, he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing or if she’d suddenly pull back: I can’t, we can’t, nevermind. 

But then she said: “me too, it was almost sort of fun–aside from all the crying I’m doing.”

“Right,” he laughed. “S’the hormones, I guess, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Another pause, another rush of adrenaline when he took a chance and asked: “when do you think I could, you know, see you again?”

He counted the seconds this time, only two mississippi before she answered. “Dunno, you’re back Sunday and it’s a busy week at work, next week. So, maybe next weekend or something?”

Deflated a little, his chest sank deeper into the mattress. “Yeah–okay, I just, miss you, is all.”

“Oh–uh, yeah, it’s been forever,” she stammered, awkwardness laced through her words like she hadn’t expected him to say it. Did she miss him? Was he pushing this too hard? Harry smacked a hand to his forehead silently and shook his head, stupid, stupid, stupid. 

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” she said quickly, “or, back to LA, I guess.”

He smiled, shifted gears, not stupid, eagerness in his voice now. “I can stop by, when I land, if you’re around Sunday.”

“Yeah–I should be here, if you want.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

“What time is it there?”

“One in the morning,” he stifled a laugh. “I saw my dad for dinner tonight–hung out with my sister. Just getting to sleep now and wanted to see how you were.”

She giggled a little, a cute one that made Harry’s veins feel like they were on fire. But then she put it out after she cleared her throat. “Alright–well, I’m fine. You can sleep, you sound tired.”

“I am.”

“Okay.”

“Okay–so I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then, Harry. Night.”

__

His flight got delayed and Harry did his best to not firmly tell the woman in the Delta lounge how big of a deal it was. He didn’t think I’m supposed to see the girl I accidentally got pregnant when I land would do much to kick the pilots into gear or change the minds of the air traffic controllers. 

So he ate a warm cookie and sent a text to let her know: Might not be able to see you, I’ll keep you posted. 

Her reply made Harry wonder if he was being ridiculous. 

No worries, have a safe flight. 

He kept his thumbs perched over the screen for a second, the urge to keep the conversation going and just interact with her had only gotten stronger while he was away. He typed and deleted, typed, and deleted again. 

The flight was long and by the time he stepped foot on American soil he knew it was too late. He climbed in the backseat of the car that waited and fired off one last attempt.

Harry (11:56pm): I just landed, took so long, I’m sorry. Are you up?

Harry (12:02am): I’d still love to stop by if you are. 

Harry (12:04am): I’ll see you soon xx

Nothing. But he woke up in the morning to a reply and smiled like an idiot at his phone. 

Y/N L/N (6:14am): Sorry, I was asleep! I could come say hi after work?

Y/N L/N (6:15am): No pressure though.

Was she kidding? He didn’t even have to think about it: of course, he said, come over. 

So he opened the door that afternoon and smiled, opened an arm to pull her in for a side-hug. Not too much, he thought, not too little. “Hi,” he greeted. “How was work?”

“Fine,” she shrugged, let her bag slip off her shoulder when she looked up at him. “My coworkers definitely know that something is up.”

His eyebrows lifted in curiosity as he moved towards the kitchen. “Yeah–why’s that?”

“Cause I’ve had to work from home a fair amount and I don’t tell them why.”

Another glance in her direction, was something wrong? Was she not telling him that she wasn’t feeling well?

“Just when I have a doctor’s appointment or something,” she reassured. “But normally I’d tell them why and I haven’t and then today when I was leaving, Simone–she’s on my team–asked why I was in a hurry to leave.”

“And?” He grabbed a glass from a sleek black cupboard, placed it beneath the faucet. 

“I just said I was seeing a friend.”

He handed the glass over, now filled three-quarters of the way with water. He raised his eyebrows in a triumphant smirk. 

“What?”

“You called me your friend.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “I didn’t think that baby daddy would be appropriate.”

“Fair,” he leaned his head to the side and watched as she sipped the water. After a second, he turned his back, stopped to look over a piece of paper on the counter. “Well, I’m gonna make us some dinner. Figured you might be sick of In N’ Out and seeing as take away is the only low key option, prepare yourself for a culinary masterpiece.”

She swallowed quickly, wiped her mouth and offered a surprised look. “Do you cook, like, ever?”

He turned around, offended. “What? Y/N--are you kidding? Of course I cook.”

“Well I didn’t know if you had someone do that sort of thing for you.”

He made another face, blinked a few times as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Take a seat,” he said finally, motioning to a stool on the other side of his island when she smirked a little. “Watch.”

He diced onion, chopped up carrots. What is this? She teased. Chicken soup? 

Close, but no–a roast chicken dish that his grandmother had passed down to his mom. He liked to think it was his specialty when in reality, it was one of the only things he knew how to make. Y/N sat there for a while, she told him more about her coworkers and the rude email she’d gotten from one of them. Eventually she mentioned that she might be promoted, Harry smiled up at her. 

“That’s amazing,” he said. “When do you think it’ll happen?”

“In a few weeks, I don’t know. Depends on a lot of other things and--”

She cut herself off, shrugged before she looked like she was about to change the topic. 

“And what?” He pushed. 

She let out a sigh, put her chin in her hand and looked up at him. “A promotion at work would be amazing, but, you know, might be too much stress if there’s gonna be someone else around.”

“Someone else?”

“A child,” she said, a look of mild panic when she rambled. “You know, that thing in my uterus that we saw the other week. It’s gonna be super different when it’s here. He or she or they or whoever. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be Team Lead if I have a baby on my nipple.”

Another smirk, then a shrug. “We can get a nanny.”

“No–I don’t–we don’t need that.”

“Well–if I’m going to be on tour at some point next year and you’re getting promoted, we might need some help.”

Harry hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet. But he meant his words: if they needed help, they could get it. He didn’t want Y/N to have to give up her life or her job or anything in between just to resent him more than she probably already did. 

She seemed to zone out for a second, eyes glazed over like she was running through scenarios in her head. Harry put both hands on the counter after he put a lid back on a boiling pot. 

“We have friends and family, though. I don’t want my baby raised by a stranger.”

He picked up a pair of tongs and smiled at her, his best attempt at calming whatever nerves were bubbling inside her brain. “Wouldn’t be a stranger, love, It’d be a nanny.”

“Well, I think it’s too soon to go there.”

He let the tongs rest on the counter. A moment of silence passed between them. 

That’s when she looked around, looked over her shoulder at the living room and the piano and the art on the walls. 

“I haven’t actually been in here since that night,” she said, another glance around the room as her words floated up and echoed off the tall ceilings. 

“You stood in the foyer when you told me.”

She laughed, looked over her shoulder at him. “I kind of wiped that day from my memory.”

“I can show you–upstairs–if you want.”

“The scene of the crime?”

“The conception of our child,” he said, pointed a playful finger in the air to correct her. He motioned with his chin towards the stairs, started walking before she agreed. “Come on.”

She hopped off the stool, followed him up the large staircase that twisted around itself, bringing them up to a hardwood landing and a long hall. Harry pointed out guest rooms and a home office before he opened a set of double doors.

“Wow,” she said, a slow nod as she took in the floor to ceiling windows and the view of the city.

He snickered, “you’ve seen it before, remember?”

“Yeah, but, I was drunk and it was dark.”

She took a few steps in, glanced over to the bed but then back to the windows. 

Harry remembered leading her upstairs, the rest of his guests had already trailed out, maybe Glenne and Jeff were in the living room but eventually they climbed the stairs and he showed her the same windows and the same view and she smiled at him like she wanted him to touch her. 

“Yeah–well this is it,” he said, a few steps forward towards the end of the king sized bed. “Bathroom’s over there, good tub.”

“It’s beautiful,” she said, an awkward smile when she brought her eyes up to his.

“Yeah–definitely quite a romantic spot, so, I don’t blame us that night.”

She laughed at that, rolled her eyes when he walked over to look out the windows.

“I mean–we could have done a few things better.”

“Hey,” he chastised, turning around with a smirk on his face. “It was a magical night!”

“Right–if you count the drunken fumbling and then, you know, the whole conceiving a child thing.”

He let his eyebrows rise and fall as if to say, okay, fine, fair. “We were drunk but it was still–good.”

He turned to see her, a tinge of pink on her cheeks that made his mouth twitch towards the ceiling. Was it wrong that he liked having that effect on her? Did that make him an asshole?

“I remember almost falling off the bed at one point,” she admitted.

“Right after I took your bra off–you tried to make sure it wasn’t improperly folded,” he choked back a laugh, a knowing look on his face about how she tended to be neat. “But in full transparency, Y/N, I wasn’t really worried about how it was folded. I was more just trying to kiss you.”

She rolled her eyes, a flutter of her eyelashes before she looked away, she did a lousy job of hiding the smile on her face. “Then I remember you putting on a condom–like you should.”

“Right, grabbed it from the bedside table,” he went over and opened the drawer, pulling out a black and gold box, tiny foil squares inside. 

She sighed at the sight of them, reached out a hand to inspect. “99% effective my ass.” She looked at the box, flipped it over in her hands and then he saw her forehead wrinkle. “Harry, hold on–is this, it says expires 2018. It’s 2019.”

“What?” He reached for the box and took it out of her hands quickly, holding it closer to his face this time to look at the tiny, black numbers on the side. “Fuck.”

“Are you kidding?” She stepped back from him. “You had expired condoms and we had sex with an expired condom and that’s why this happened?”

His throat felt tight, he looked at the box and then at her and then the box again. “I didn’t know–I obviously wouldn’t have used them if I knew–I just, I hadn’t been here in a while before then!”

She let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

He stepped towards her, his voice filled with concern. “Is something wrong? Are you sick?” 

She opened her eyes quickly and offered him a death glare. “No–I just can’t believe you’re that stupid!”

Ouch. He rolled his eyes a bit at that, tossed the box to the bed and let his hands slap against his sides. “Well, my apologies, then. It’s all my fault.”

“No–I’m not, I’m sorry, it’s just,” she shook her head, rubbed at her eyes a few times before offering him another awkward smile. “That explains it. Now we know. It’s no one’s fault.”

He sat on the bed, a tiny laugh from between his lips. “I mean, it’s sort of mine.”

She hesitated for a second, laughed at his admission and then sat beside him. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Harry felt frozen for a second, the strange but familiar desire to reach out and touch her, to remind her that they’d survive this somehow, one day. She stared out the window and then laid down, eyes blank as she watched the fan spin on the ceiling. He wondered what she was thinking about. Him? Them? Whoever was growing inside of her?

“You know,” he turned around, pulled a knee up onto the duvet when he stared down at her. “I have a feeling that one day we won’t regret it as much as we do right now.”

She let out a huff of air through her nose, sat back up and nodded. “I know,” she said quietly. 

They went back downstairs and Harry plated the meal. They sat at the counter and she joked about getting as big as a house, swollen ankles and heartburn and wide eyes at the thought of what was to come. Harry didn’t tell her, but he knew she’d be beautiful no matter what. 

Eventually they moved to the couch, she put her feet up and complained about how she’d lost all of her energy, a frown on her face when he flipped through channels on the TV. 

“This is bullshit,” she groaned. “Haven’t you seen those things where the guy doesn’t drink throughout the pregnancy either, cause he’s a good partner?” She offered him a challenging glare but then backtracked. “Not that–you know–just that most people are married in this situation.”

“I know what you mean,” he smiled to himself, settled on Jeopardy before he put down the remote and picked up the glass of wine that he’d nursed through dinner. “That’s a big ask, Y/N.”

“Having your child because you used an expired condom is a big ask, Harry.”

He raised his glass of wine towards her in jest. “You’re not wrong. But I thought it was no one’s fault?”

“Well–it’s your fault I can’t have a glass of cabernet.”

He leaned over, let a hand rest on her thigh and looked you in the eyes. “When she’s here and you can drink, I’ll buy you all the wine you want.”

She looked at him for a second, Harry noticed the way her eyes flicked to his lips before she blinked a few times. “She’s a she?”

“Don’t you think?” He let go now, a rumble of emotion in his chest made him back away slowly.

“I hadn’t thought at all, really, about it. One way or another.”

He nodded confidently. “I think it’s a girl.”

“Do you want it to be a girl?” She smiled.

He pushed his lips out in thought. “No preference. Just a feeling.” A pause–the daily double logo flashed on the screen. “Do you want to find out at some point?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I don’t know when they can tell, so.”

“Me neither. We don’t have to.”

He changed the subject, then. Too much excitement when his hand touched her leg had Harry wondering if he was also experiencing a hormone induced delirium. He asked about Lexi and poured himself another glass of wine, she asked about his trip home and laughed at the pictures of the hike he took with his sister. 

She stood by the door now, work bag on her shoulder and an awkward smile when Harry asked:

“Can I see you again soon?”

She hesitated, a noncommittal shoulder shrug. “Yeah–I mean, if you want. I know you’re busy, you don’t–like–have to hang out with me, remember?”

Harry let his chin jut out in frustration, maybe these were words he’d be repeating for the rest of his life. “I want to–why is that so impossible for you to swallow?”

“It’s not impossible,” she rolled her eyes. “I just, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other and we don’t have to pretend like this is anything other than what it is.”

Maybe Harry was crazy. Maybe the feelings he felt were just a side effect of shock: a baby, an accident, a beautiful girl with a smile that could light up any room and a sudden redirection in life that he never saw coming.

“I want to know you. You’re the mother of my child, Y/N.”

Another shrug of her shoulders. “Fine.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay,” she said, defeated. 

Harry saw the anxiety in her eyes, the skepticism and the fear and whatever else it was that kept her up at night. He knew the feeling.

She nodded, a hand on the doorknob before she slipped out into the night. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

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Harry took a sharp left turn into the parking lot. Fuck me, fuck this, fuck, fuck, fuck. He was out of the car in seconds, holding the keys over his shoulder to lock it as he ran for the entrance of a lab somewhere in Burbank. Carpeted hallways, a glass door into a waiting room, magazines of coffee tables and surprise on the face of the woman behind the desk. 

“Hi--my friend--uh--I have an appointment?”

How did he even begin to explain himself? Paternity test, pregnant, traffic. World spun around in his head when a nurse with a name tag looked and waved and put him out of his misery. “I can take you back.”

So he followed her down a hall, offered an apologetic smile when he pushed the door open and saw Y/N sitting in a big medical-looking chair and Jeff stood in the corner, as anxious and annoyed as ever. 

 “Hi,” he said, a bit out of breath. “Sorry–I was doing some stuff with Emma at the house.”

Y/N smiled and waved, albeit a bit awkward seeing as her other arm was connected to a vial that filled with blood. Another nurse smiled over her shoulder at the room’s newest occupant. 

“Okay,” she said, a wad of gauze over the crook of Y/N’s elbow. “All set.”

“Am I up?” Harry took a step forward, ready to climb into the chair. 

“Just a cheek swab, from you,” she replied, setting the second vial in a stand beside the first. She stuck a label on to each of them, reached for a long q-tip and then turned around. Harry opened his mouth, looked around awkwardly when she held his chin and then rubbed at the inside of his cheek. 

Y/N eyed him and smirked: “everything the man has to do is easier with this stuff, isn’t it?”

Jeff laughed at that, shrugged a bit before the nurse let go of Harry’s face. He moved his tongue around a bit, smacking his lips together as if the swab had a bad taste.

Harry felt guilty. On top of being late, Y/N’s words were right: everything was easier for him. He didn’t have to carry a baby. He didn’t have to give birth. He didn’t have to explain to friends and family: I got knocked up by a celebrity.

He also didn’t have the scrutiny of his team breathing down his neck: is she lying? Is she full of shit? 

That was the reason Jeff was here in the first place: to chaperone the trip and to ensure that the paternity test went smoothly. Now that it was over, Jeff let out a sigh of relief. 

The nurse set the swab in a tube and turned to see Y/N. “So we’ll send this off now and the results will be mailed to the address you listed in 5-10 business days.”

“It’s going to Dave’s office,” Jeff informed them. “He’ll call you both with the results.”

Harry followed them back through the waiting room and into the parking lot, the California sun was warm and he slowed down when Y/N drifted off in the direction of her car. He was about to ask her to wait, let’s get something to eat. Another rush of excitement and fear when she looked at him over her shoulder, almost like she could hear his thoughts. 

“I’m supposed to meet Glenne for lunch,” Jeff said, a hand over his eyes when he turned around. “If you guys want to join.”

She smiled, Harry did too. Nervous, unsure, he lifted a shoulder and waited to see if she’d say anything. After a second, she waved them off. 

“Oh–I don’t–you can go, Harry. I should go home anyway. Lexi and I said we’d clean today.”

“I think Lexi’s coming,” Jeff pulled his phone out of his pocket to check a text. “Yeah–Glenne said we’re meeting at Fin’s for brunch.”

Harry raised his eyebrows at Y/N, a smirk when he stepped forward. “You can ride with me, Y/N?” 

Would she say yes? Would she resist whatever was blooming between them, whatever Harry hoped was blooming between them? Friendship? Trust? Comfort? 

Jeff stood in between them and let his head swivel from side to side. Y/N thought on it for a second but then nodded, yeah, sure, I guess, if that’s alright. She climbed into Harry’s car and then took a seat beside him on a patio in Silver Lake.

“If she’s not then I’m not,” Harry smiled up at the waiter, shut his menu in front of him before smiling over at Y/N.

“You can get a mimosa,” she rolled your eyes in response. Lexi’s manicured hands clapped together when Glenne ordered a pitcher for the table.

Harry shook his head, calm, casual, no big deal. “M’fine, water’s fine.”

The waiter disappeared and Y/N looked at Harry skeptically, the same face he’d seen only a few nights earlier at his front door.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he turned to her again, voice quieter as if the rest of the table wasn’t listening. “I can definitely go nine months.”

“Without alcohol? Yeah, right,” Glenne laughed. “You’ll make it two weeks before you want a glass of Merlot.”

“I’ll be fine,” he scoffed, sunglasses still on his face beneath the terraced patio. “I don’t even think I like Merlot.” False. Merlot sounded nice but Harry wasn’t about to admit that. 

Glenne made a face and Jeff leaned forward. “You really think you can go nine months without drinking?”

Harry set his elbows on the table, narrowed his eyes. “Care to make it interesting?”

“Place your bets, everyone,” Glenne let out a laugh and reached for the water that had already been delivered. 

“Two weeks,” Y/N said quickly. Another shocked look from Harry when turned to see her. 

“Two weeks?! You think I’m spineless, don’t you?”

“I watched you house two glasses of wine the other night after dinner.”

Jeff raised his eyebrows at that–Glenne seemed to give Lexi a look. Y/N tried to backtrack, like she was suddenly worried that maybe they weren’t supposed to be hanging out aside from meetings or doctors appointments. 

“Whatever, how long do you think you can go?” She pushed the attention back to Harry, he shifted in his seat beside her.

“Nine months,” He nodded. “I think I can do it.”

“I give you two months,” Jeff sighed. “Tops.”

“I vote eight months,” Lexi said, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. “I think your downfall will be Christmas and New Years.”

“That counts as nine months if it’s New Years,” Harry said. “She’s due in January!”

“I vote halfway. Four or five months,” Glenne leaned back and watched him. 

After Y/N left his house that evening Harry felt like an asshole. Wine? He couldn’t give up wine? When she was about to give up so much more just to uphold her end of a deal she never agreed to? 

He let a hand rest on her knee under the table. “I’ll do my best, and whoever’s closest, I’ll buy you a nice dinner.”

“That’s all?” Jeff teased. “No yacht or car?”

“I’ll take you to Nobu,” he raised his eyebrows, giving Jeff a look he couldn’t resist. 

“So I have a question, then,” Glenne changed the subject, her voice quieter than it was before. “Have you thought about any names?”

A few. Harry’d done some googling and his mother had tossed out a few on his trip home. But he hadn’t said any of that to Y/N.

“No,” she said quickly, hands folded in her lap. Harry fumbled with his napkin but watched as she spoke. “We don’t even–we don’t have the results yet.” She motioned back to the street–back towards the chair and the tiny room with fluorescent lights.

Glenne nodded, lips pursed in a line. “Sweetie–we know you wouldn’t lie about it, it’s just–”

Right. So this was why Y/N hesitated on the brunch invite. Glenne was her friend and Lexi was her roommate. She’d gotten roped into a world she wasn’t really used to: NDAs, lawyers, paparazzi and rumors and now she couldn’t even have a glass of wine to cope.

Harry’s head was a similar mess of anxiety: what does this mean for the album? How do I tell my fans? All of that seemed small in comparison.

She looked at Jeff quickly, pulled her eyes back to Glenne. The waiter appeared with three glasses and placed them right in front of Lexi, like she’d drink them all. Y/N laughed a little at the excitement on her friend’s face, but Jeff shrugged and offered an apologetic smile. 

“I know it’s shitty and awkward,” he said. “But just think about what a shit show it could be if we didn’t test it. I mean–it’s you, I get that. You’re not just some random person or something, but–we’d be stupid to not just make sure.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I get it.”

“Once the results are back next week Dave will lighten up,” Jeff said. “I’ll talk to him.”

Harry was quiet, watched as Lexi handed the last mimosa over to Jeff. After a second, he shrugged. “I like Vienna.”

Y/N turned to look at him quickly, nose scrunched. “Vienna? As a name?”

He nodded.

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t like it.”

“Or Jane. Simple, pretty.”

Lexi looked at him like he had three heads. “You already decided it’ll be a girl?”

He nodded, shifted to look at Y/N as if he couldn’t be any more serious. “She knows I’m right.”

“No I don’t,” she laughed. “He’s crazy. If you’re worried about one of us being a nut job, it’s him,” she looked directly at Jeff. 

Harry held up his glass of water, pushed it towards the center of the table. Glenne raised her mimosa, she laughed when Lexi took a gulp before clinking hers into the circle. 

“Here’s to me being a nut job, then,” Harry laughed. “Even though I’m right.”

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AN: WOW okay this one was so fun to write and H is falling for her so hard. Revisiting this has been such a bright spot in my busy life lately, so I hope you're all enjoying it!!!!

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