#adoreextra

The sun broke through the flimsy curtains Isabella had hung earlier that week. She had found the vintage lace at a thrift shop outside Leicester Square. She fell in love with the intricate detailing and the delicacy of the fabric. It was loe at first sight. She knew that she needed it inside their bedroom.

However, now she wished she had bought something thicker to layer underneath, because the Saturday morning rays of the Summer sun was not very welcome. 

But those thoughts soon dissipated when she looked at the droopy eyed boy beside her. His curls were an unruly mess on top of his head. His green eyes were cast over with sleep, and a dopey smile was plastered across his lips. 

“Mornin’,” his lips met hers in a elongated kiss. Her toes curled underneath his legs. A soft hum escaped her lips. She felt content. “What time’s it?” 

Izzy stretched her arm out to the bedside table. Her watch read just after five in the morning. Harry groaned. His fingers dug into her bare hips, pulling her closer to him. 

“S’early.” 

“Go back to sleep, baby.” Izzy cooed in his ear, her fingers ran through his hair. He hummed appreciatively, but shook his head, mumbling a low no. 

“M’wake now.” 

They laid in one another’s arms, breathing in each other’s skin.

“Have you ever thought about the future?” Izzy’s voice asked quietly. It was a question that she thought about a lot and always wondered how Harry felt about it. And now, in the early hours of the morning, it was the only thing she could think to ask. 

Harry’s fingers were lost in the messy tendril’s of Isabella’s brown hair. His brows furrowed in thought, as he pondered her broad question. 

“Yeah. Sometimes.” 

“What do you think about?” 

Once again, Harry stopped to think. His other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with Izzy’s hair was running up and down the soft skin of her arm. It was draped over Harry’s torso. 

“I think about you… me… us. Dunno. I think about how I want to get us a place in the future. Marry you. Have kids.”

“You want to have kids?” 

Isabella always thought about how she’d like to have a kid or two. It wasn’t something she thought about often, but it had been a passing thought over the years. She could never imagine really having a child before Harry. But now - she knew she wanted to have his children. She wanted anything that he would give her. 

“Yeah. I do. Do you?”

She smiled, “I’d like a kid or two.” 

“As long as they look like you, I’d be happy. I was a right awful lookin’ kid. My ears were too big for my head, and my hair was shit. Always stood up and couldn’t get the curls to stay down,” rambled Harry, as he thought back on his childhood. No, he hoped they would mostly take after their mother. 

“I’m sure you didn’t look that bad,” giggled Izzy. “If it’s any constitution, I went through a bad preteen faze. I don’t know how all these teens these days are skipping the awkward stage, but I didn’t. Braces and frizzy hair.”

Harry chuckled, puling Izzy closer to his chest. “Reckon you had all the boys after you.” 

Her cheeks went red as she shook her head no. “Definitely not. Frizzy Izzy was my nickname for years.”

Harry couldn’t hold back his laugh at that. “I’d chase after you if I knew you back then,” he confessed, earning a deep flush from Izzy. 

“I’m positive I’d feel the same about you too. Big ears n’all,” she joked. Harry groaned, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, even if he tried. 

He couldn’t wait for the future. He wanted a future with Izzy, that was for certain. He wanted the marriage, the kids, and the frizzy hair.