Baby number two
Summary- you and harry tell your teenage daughter that you’re pregnant…
okay guys this is my first time posting a one shot on here type thing, let me know if you all want part 2 🤭
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The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows, casting golden streaks across the marble counters. You stood by the sink, hand resting absentmindedly on your growing belly, nerves knotting themselves tighter with every tick of the clock.
“She’s gonna freak,” you murmured.
Harry, leaning against the counter with a mug of tea, raised an eyebrow over the rim. “You say that like she’s not already a walking ball of hormonal chaos.”
You laughed despite yourself. “And yet we’re doing it all over again.”
He walked over, placing a hand over yours on your bump. “We’re not doing anything. You’re doing the hard part. I’m just here with snacks and emotional support.”
You leaned into his chest, letting out a breath. “Do you think she’ll hate us?”
Harry paused. “She’s fifteen. She already hates us.”
You smacked his arm. “Harry.”
He smiled, that slow, dimpled grin that always made your nerves dissolve. “Okay, okay. No, I don’t think she’ll hate us. I think she’ll be shocked. Maybe a bit weirded out. But hate us? Never.”
Just then, the front door slammed, and both of you tensed like teenagers caught sneaking around.
“Hi!” came the voice of your daughter, full of attitude and teenage indifference. “I’m home and I swear if Dad ate the last of the mango sorbet again—”
She stopped dead in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows raising as she took in both of you standing suspiciously close, way too smiley.
“What’s going on?” she asked slowly, narrowing her eyes. “You both look like you’re about to tell me someone died.”
Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Nobody died. Promise.”
You cleared your throat. “We just… we wanted to talk to you. About something important.
She dropped her backpack to the floor with a dramatic thud. “Okay, this is giving major ‘we’re getting a divorce’ vibes.”
“No, no!” you both said at the same time.
Harry laughed nervously. “If anything, it’s the opposite.”
Her eyes narrowed further. “You’re renewing your vows? Ew. Please don’t do a beach wedding. That’s like, so cringey.”
You glanced at Harry and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart… I’m pregnant.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then another.
Your daughter blinked. “You’re… wait. You’re pregnant?”
You nodded, heart in your throat.
She stared at you, then at Harry, then back again. “You guys still do that?!”
Harry choked on his tea.
“Okay, we’re not going into the logistics, thank you very much,” you said quickly, cheeks flaming.
She threw her hands up. “I mean—gross! I thought old people just, like, stopped.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I’m thirty-nine. I’m not exactly ancient.”
“You wear reading glasses and talk to plants.”
“They thrive under emotional connection!”
You coughed. “Anyway. We wanted you to hear it from us before it starts becoming obvious or, you know… you feel a random foot kick your back during movie night.”
She was quiet again, but this time her expression had shifted from horrified to thoughtful
“So I’m gonna be a sister?”
You smiled gently. “Yeah. You are.”
“To like… a baby?”
Harry nodded. “A very tiny, very noisy baby.”
She mulled that over, crossing her arms, eyes softening just slightly.
“Can I name it?”
“Absolutely not,” you both said.
“But—”
“Do you want it to be called ‘matcha styles’?” Harry asked, deadpan
“…Maybe.”
You sighed. “We’ll talk about names. Later.”
Your daughter stepped closer, staring at your stomach like she expected it to suddenly start glowing. Then, without warning, she reached out and gently rested her hand on your belly.
“Okay. I guess this is kind of cool. Weird. But cool.”
You and Harry exchanged a look — one full of relief, pride, and love.
“You’re gonna be an amazing big sister,” you whispered.
She shrugged. “Yeah. I mean… I already survived being raised by you two. I can handle anything.”
Harry laughed, pulling both of you into a hug.
“One more Styles coming soon,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth.
And for once, your daughter didn’t even roll her eyes.
Definitely gives me vibes of modern days AU Levihan, who just were a bit... not that attentive only once, and now have to talk to their almost grown-up teen daughter about consequences of one passionate night













