Summary: Harry is feeling emotional during Y/ns rough pregnancy.
Warnings: should be none!
Harry has been upset recently. Not visibly, he doesn’t let it show. He’s been bottling it up for four months since his wife got pregnant. Her pregnancy hasn’t been easy nor fun like Finnleys was. She has been in pain all of the time and constantly nauseous to the point where she can’t even play with Fin.
It’s taken a toll on Harry. He feels like no matter what he does or how much he wishes and prays that his wife will get better nothing is working in his favor. Everything has gotten worse and worse as she gets closer to her due date and it’s worrying Harry since she is only four months.
Today was a great day from the start, they woke up with smiles on their faces and Finnley giggling while trying to sneak into their bedroom. They got in extra cuddles with Finnley and each other, having little tickle fights. They even felt little storm kick in Y/n’s tummy for the first time. It was an all over great morning.
Harry popped right out of bed with Finny on his hip and made breakfast for the family, getting in some personal time with Finnley while he cuddled into him while he was cooking their breakfast.
Y/n didn’t seem to feel too bad, she was smiling and not complaining about any pain or nausea which made Harry happy. He really hated hearing that his wife was in pain.
It was all happy and fun until Harry found Y/n in the downstairs bathroom throwing up and sobbing. Harry was instantly upset and say with her, holding her hair back. “Why didn’t you call me down?” He asks softly, a little upset. Y/n shrugs, wiping her back of her mouth. “Didn’t want to bother you.” Harry shakes his head, sighing. “You aren’t a bother.”
Y/n nods, brushing her teeth while she winces in pain every five seconds. “What do you need?” Harry asks, rubbing her back and pecking the side of her hair. She sighs, looking down the the sink. “I’m in too much pain. Im just going to rest on the couch. I can’t make it up the stairs.” Harry nods, kissing her head while let’s her make her way out and into the living room, staying in the bathroom for a second longer.
He trudges up the stairs, walking into Finnley’s room where he is now awake and smiling, bouncing in his crib. “Daddy!” Finnley smiles. Harry pulls him out of his crib, kissing his head and setting in the rocking chair he used to rock him in every night when Finnley was a newborn. “I love you.” Harry says, his nose pressed into his head and his eyes shut.
Finnley rests on his daddy’s chest, still in his pajama onesie from this morning. “Daddy is upset.” He sighs, his voice shaking. Finnley smiles, looking up at Harry and smacking a kiss on his cheek. Harry giggles, thanking him through his tearful eyes. “I think mumma is going through a lot right now and I feel like I’m not being a very good husband.” He rants to the only person that he can. He doesn’t want to go to Y/n, this pregnancy is already weighing heavy on her emotions, he doesn't want to add anymore. “I just wish I could be better for her.” He chokes a sob, closing his eyes tight and trying to breath through his mouth to calm himself.
“And I feel like it’s making me a crappy daddy too, I’m just so stressed. I’ve got a lot on my plate.” Finnley smiles, squishing his dad's cheeks. “Dada!” He squeals, giggling. Harry smiles, pressing kisses to his face. “You always know how to make me smile, don’t you bubby?”
Y/n comes in, a frown on her face. “Finny are you up?” She glances at Harry. “Oh, thanks for checking on him.” She steps closer and sees the tears on his cheeks, frowning. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asks, taking Fin from him and placing him in his crib, giving him a toy to distract him. Harry laughs, wiping his tears and shaking his head. “It’s stupid.”
“If you were in here ranting to Finnley about it it’s not stupid.” She says, a hand in her hip. Harry shakes his head, “you don’t need to stress anymore.” Y/n sits down in his lap, kissing his cheeks and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m your wife for a reason. I’m supposed to know everything about you. Tell me.” Harry's chin dimples and he starts crying all over again. “I just… I feel like I’m not being a good enough husband because you are in so much pain.” His voice grown high and he finally breaks down to her.
Y/n pouts, kissing his frowned mouth. “You don’t need to worry about me. Just because this pregnancy is hard doesn’t mean anything. I’m gonna get through it and we’re gonna have our baby, Kay?” Harry nods, snuffling. “Okay.”
“We’ll be alright.” She smiles, cradling his head in her swollen chest. “We’ll be alright.” Harry smiles, petting her baby bump. “Love you mummy.”
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