#darper

Ooooh, we’re back to our regular gossip I see! 

I heard about this too! I wonder what Darius Anderson was doing in Harper Clarington’s bedroom that made him sneak out so early. Maybe we should ask Roman Lynn since he’s so experienced doing just that?

“Duke where’s our girl?” The mid-twenty something asked, leaning down and petting the dog. After a second of so of getting Davis’ attention, Duke gave a little shake and wandered down the hall toward the bathroom. Davis followed after him, wondering if Harper was even in the apartment or if she was stuck at a shoot, “Harper? Babe are you here?”

Davis peeked into the bedroom and didn’t see her, so he stuck his head inside the bathroom. There she was, sitting on the edge of the tub, chewing on her lip like she always did when she was nervous. “What’s wrong?” Concern rose up in Davis the minute he saw his girlfriend. Davis knew every little habit Harper had and what every look she gave meant. They were high school sweethearts, the type of couple that spent all of their free time together, and they were best friends. Glancing around the room while waiting for Harper’s answer, Davis noticed three pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. “Harper? The doctor told us it’s because we’re too stressed right now. We’re going to wait until after the summer, right? We’ll start trying again when everything’s settled down.” 

Harper and Davis were ready for a baby. They both made good money, their marriage was more than stable, and they were ready to start their own family. They wanted a house that was never empty, full of noise and life. The issue, of course, was the actual making a baby part. They had been trying for months and although they were doing everything right, Harper still hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. After various doctor visits, they had decided to take a break from trying. The whole process was so stressful, and every time they took a test and it came out negative, they ended up feeling deflated. It was a vicious cycle. 

Davis moved to pick up the tests and throw them out, sure that it was just another disappointment. He was a little worried about Harper and how stressed this whole ‘let’s have a baby’ thing was making the both of them. Halfway to the trash, Davis looked down at the pregnancy test. Two pink lines were visible on the first one. He stopped dead in tracks, his eyes suddenly searching the other two tests. Both of the others had two pink lines as well. Davis was frozen, staring at them. All three were positive. All three were positive. All three were positive!

“Harper!” Davis snapped quickly to attention, his voice filled with excitement. “You’re pregnant!” Elation ran through the twenty-five year old. After all the stress and tension, he held three pregnancy tests that made it all worth it. He dropped them back on the counter and took a step toward Harper, his face breaking out in a grin as he grabbed her hands and pulled her into a hug. “We’re going to have a baby!” Davis’ thoughts were moving a million miles a second as he kissed Harper. “We need to make a doctor’s appointment...or a few, maybe we want to test out different doctors and we should see what else we need to do and figure out where we want to be living when the baby is due and...holy shit, Harper, we’re going to have a baby!”