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"You. Are an amazing cook," I said to my husband, stuffing my mouth with food. He had just released a new album with his band, and we were celebrating... By sitting at home. At least it was romantic though. I dressed up all nice, and he even made cupcakes! Isn't he a sweetie? We both sat down and eat, enjoying every little piece of it. When we were done, he brought out the cupcakes. I grabbed one and bit into it eagerly. Suddenly, my stomach churned, and I threw the cupcake down and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door as I hurled up my dinner into the sink. I grabbed my hair and held it back as everything came out. "Honey? Are you okay?" an anxious Harry voice came from outside the door. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "Were my cupcakes really that bad?" he asked. "No, it's not, just give me a second," I said, throwing up more. Suddenly, a thought hit me. Once my puke fest was over, I reached under the counter and grabbed a pregnancy test. I took it, then waited for the results. Finally the results were in. "Harry... Come here," I called for my husband, unlocking the door. He poked his head through the door. "Yeah?" he asked. "Harry... I'm pregnant!" I exclaimed.
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