*Norah's POV*

My alarm went off at six o'clock but upon rolling over and reaching for him, I found that Harry was missing from his side of the bed. Odd, I thought to myself, he never misses our morning cuddling session.

But I went about showering and laying out my outfit like nothing was wrong, and I soon solved the missing Harry mystery when I walked downstairs and found him in the kitchen, a heaping plate of pancakes already set out on the table.

"Good morning, princess," he grinned, giving me a light kiss on the lips as he scrambled some eggs. "I hope you're hungry."

"Starving," I laughed as I rubbed my stomach. He looked at me, almost like asking for permission, before he placed a large hand on my stomach and patted lightly.

"Hello, little man," he said quietly. "Daddy made you and your momma a big yummy breakfast."

"Harry, he probably doesn't have ears yet," I smiled, kissing his cheek as he straightened up. "But you're adorable."

"It's good for a baby to hear its parents voices," he rolled his eyes as he went back to making eggs and bacon. "I read it in one of your damn baby books."

My jaw nearly hit the floor. "You read those?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"So you read my baby books? I thought you said those were all crap."

"They are! Now quit interrogating me and eat your fucking pancakes."

"Language," I scolded, pretending to cover the baby's ears. "Not that he's listening to your rambling anyway."

"That baby is going to hear me throwing you over my knee and spanking you silly," he warned with a smirk. "Bacon?"

"Not today," I shook my head. "I haven't read my book on baby nutrition yet and I think bacon might be a no no."

"Who cares? Bacon is good for the soul."

"Oh shut up," I laughed as I shoved a few forkfuls of pancake in my mouth. "And these are really good, what's in them?"

He grinned. "Love."

I rolled my eyes and he gave me another kiss before he sat down at the table with me, his fingers lacing with mine in the warm morning sunshine.

"I have to go to the office for a couple of hours," I mumbled through some cheesy eggs. "I should be back by one."

"But it's Saturday," he frowned, taking our plates and setting them in the sink. "You should be resting, your doctor said so."

"I won't be running a marathon," I giggled as Harry leaned over the island. "I'll be sitting behind my desk reading a paper that's going to be published about Rwanda in some newspaper. I just have to proofread."

"Well if you won't be here then I guess I'll go to my mum's."

My head snapped up. "You're going to your mom's? Voluntarily?"

"Yes, voluntarily," he mocked me in a high-pitched tone. "She needs some help planting flowers or some shit. Oh, and she wants us to have dinner at their house tonight. Cookout, yay." He rolled his eyes and scoffed, which made me shake my head.

"I have to go get ready," I smiled, patting his ample bicep. "And tell your mom that dinner sounds great."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

I jogged upstairs and put on a comfortable sundress and some cute sandals, which I would probably take off later anyway. My feet were swollen and achy, but I was much too happy to notice. I couldn't wait to tell everyone at my office.

"Harry, I'm leaving," I called as I came back downstairs and looked around for my purse.

He appeared in the doorway to the dining room as I was looking under the table, my purse in his hands.

"You found it," I laughed, giving him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."

"Mhm," he said smugly. "And I think I deserve another kiss."

He pulled me back before I could protest and his lips pushed against mine, his hands gripping my sundress like he was preparing to take it right off.

"Don't even think about it," I warned, my lips still moving perfectly with his. "You're going to make me late."

He reluctantly stopped kissing me and settled for a hug before letting me go completely.

"I have to go for my suit fitting today," he sighed deeply. "I wanted you to come with me."

"Why don't you ask your mom?"

"Because..."

"Yes?"

"Because I wanted to spend more time with you now that you're...you know."

I looked up at him and smiled. "Harry, I promise that we'll be spending so much time together you'll get sick of me. Trust me, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded and gave me a big grin as he stepped out in the hot sunshine to watch me drive away.

"I love you, Har," I yelled from the car. "Have a good day!"

"Love you too, babe," he laughed, shaking his head. "Make sure to feed my boy on time!"

"It could be a girl!"

"It's not!"

I shook my head and rolled up the window, still laughing to myself as I made the short drive to my office.

When I got to the parking lot, everything seemed normal as I parked my car and gathered my things, then stepped into the hot sun. It was another beautiful day and I was smiling as I walked up to the large marble entryway.

That was until I saw the reporters waiting in front of the sliding doors.

"There she is!" One of them called loudly. Suddenly there seemed to be a hundred flashes around me and they were all shouting questions and horrible comments, some of them even made me cringe.

"Miss Allison, are you sleeping with the gunman?"

"Tell us Norah, did you plan this whole thing?"

"Have you ever cheated on Harry Styles?"

"Miss Norah, what can you tell us about the alleged affair your husband is having?"

I knew that their questions were meant to illicit a response from me but the last one actually stopped me in my tracks. I had just opened my mouth to say something (and probably get myself in more trouble) when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and tug me towards the door. Once inside and safe from their flashes and yelling, I realized it was George.

"You know for a second there, it looked like you were about to punch one of them," he laughed lightly as we made our way to the elevator.

"Did you hear their questions?" I asked quietly. I couldn't get over the last question. Surely they wouldn't make an accusation like that unless they had some evidence, right?

"Norah," he frowned slightly. "You're not usually bothered by reporters, what's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing," I assured him. "Just a little hormonal I guess."

His expression was one of clear disbelief. "Um, okay. Well if you feel like talking, you know where I am."

"Yeah, thank you," I smiled. I quickly exited the elevator and made it to the safety of my office, where I collapsed into my chair and let out a huge breath.

"Why is mommy so worried?" I mumbled to my stomach, my hand rubbing circles over the little guy (or girl). "Daddy would never cheat, right?"

There was no reply. Only silence and the flashing of cameras a few floors below us.