Twelve

I marked twelve weeks long in my pregnancy calendar two days ago. The morning sickness has reduced tremendously and I am slightly showing. Harry and I have bought some of the baby's items even though we don't know the gender yet.

"Tonight we're going out for dinner. I have something to tell you and someone you need to meet." Harry tells me when we're having breakfast. Even though I want to nag him to tell me since he's made me so curious, I only nod. Harry never changes his mind when he decides anything. And lately he's been so secretive and weird. I knew he was hiding something but I never asked him about it. We both talk when we feel ready and we respect that since we have that in common.

I finish my breakfast and take the dishes to the sink then bid Harry goodbye then head to my car. Harry has a photo studio that has been picking up for the last month and he seems happy with it.