#dadharry

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good morning sunshine

you're so annoying

stinky pants

vodka pasta sauce

baby, it's cold outside

on the desk

jealousy jealousy

ouchie

“Okay and you will probably need to go grocery shopping because eating out every night is not going to fly, you’ll both get sick, and I won’t be here to nurse my little bugs back to health. I should be back by Monday night, but if things change, I will let you know by Sunday night, your time, not my time, you two should be in bed by then.” You said all in one breath as you went through your mental checklist of everything.

 You were going to America for a few days, and this would be the longest and farthest you have ever been away from your family.  It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Harry alone with your son, of course, you did, he was his father after all and an excellent one at that, you just worried about something going wrong with you so far away from your two bugs.

 For their part, Harry and your son sat on the sofa eating grapes silently as you rambled things you had already told them a million times.  Your son, Henley, was already in his PJs cuddling under his father’s arm, his eyes following your every moment. While Harry watched you in amusement; You’ve been buzzing around the house for the past 2 and a half hours. 

“Bug, we are going to be okay. We will have a very calm Lads weekend. I promise the house will be standing when you come back.” Harry chuckled, getting up and wrapping his arms around your waist, stopping your frantic movement.  Harry was excited to have this alone time with your son. He’s been busy in the last few weeks and wanted to let your son know that while he loved his job and fans, he loved him more.

“Lads weekend, lads weekend, lads weekend,” Henley chanted, standing on the sofa jumping up and down, grinning at you both widely. Laughing you walked over scooping him up and tickling his belly. 

“Going to have a fun time with papa, while I’m away?” You teased, as he wiggled and squirmed wildly in your hold, giggling the whole time. You couldn’t help but tickle him more and kiss him all over his face.

“Lots of fun. We are going to be fine, you go, have a good time and we will be here when you get back,” Harry assured you, pecking your lips. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the airport?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Smiling at your husband and your son, you wrapped your arms around both of them, pulling them close. “I am sure. My company is sending a car and it should be here any minute now, don’t worry,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Me too, mama,” Henley said, shoving his little cheek into your face. Laughing, you kissed both of your cheeks.

“Now you have two kisses, one more than daddy,” you said, shooting Harry a wink. He laughed, kissing both of your heads. “Have a safe trip, enjoy being with your friends.”

“It’s a work trip. I would rather be here with you two having fun, but I hope you enjoy your guys' time.”

“Lads’ weekend, Bug. You love your job, and you love the people you work with, enjoy America, you love New York,” he said, kissing your nose, taking your son from your arms when a horn blew from outside.

“I love you both so much, have fun and be good,” you said, kissing their cheeks once again as you grabbed your bag. “And please make sure he eats,” you added.

“Of course, I will make sure he eats,” Harry said, a bit offended.

Giggling softly, you moved closer, wrapping your arm around his waist, kissing him softly on the lips. “I was talking to Henley. You tend to forget that you are human and need food too,” you mumbled against his lips.

Henley giggled softly, before kissing your forehead. “Bye mama, have a safe trip.”

You smiled, kissing his cheeks again before kissing Harry once more. Harry cupped your face, pulling away slowly. “I will miss you, lovie, be safe and call me when you land, I don’t care how late it is, if not I’ll worry,” he said, releasing you and walking to the door with your son.

After helping you load your bags into the trunk of the car and watching you drive away, Harry walked back into the house with your son on his hip. “Okay, little shadow, it is just you and I now. What should we do?” Harry asked him as they sat back on the sofa. It was only  6:30ish, there was still a bit of time before your son needed to get to bed.

Grinning, Henley moved to sit comfortably in his father’s lap. “We can eat cookies,” he said cutely looking up at Harry with big doe eyes. Harry groaned, running his hand down his face. He was not a strict parent and could never say no to his son.

Constantly you were getting on him about giving in too much, but he couldn’t help it. With Harry’s curls and your big doe eyes, he couldn’t say no to his little shadow. It didn’t help that your son was aware, even at his young age, that his father was wrapped around his little finger.

“How about 2 cookies and some milk?” Harry said.

Henley giggled, shaking his head. “5 cookies and strawberry milk,” he countered.

Harry narrowed his eyes at his little mini-me.  “2 cookies and regular milk, it’s almost bedtime and mama will be upset with me.”

Smiling widely, with little tiny dimples popping up on both cheeks, Henley stood on his father’s lap, pressing his face into Harry’s ear. “But mama not here,” he whispered, giving Harry an ear of hot breath and spit.

“You sneaky little shadow,” Harry joked, lifting his son and carrying him to the kitchen. “Play the sweet little baby for mama and be sneaky for papa. Using your cutest against me,” he tsked, tickling his son.

Henley giggled loudly, shrugging his little shoulders. He barely knew what his father was telling him, but it didn’t matter since Harry was pouring him a glass of strawberry milk and getting out the cookies.

“This is our secret, we don’t tell mama, okay?” Harry said as he put a plate of cookies between the two of them.

Taking a cookie, Henley took a bit, shrugging his shoulders again.

“Hey! What is the shrug for?” Harry laughed.

“I no lie to mama. If she asks, I tell her,” Henley said simply. While he was a bit sneaky to get his way, he always ratted out his father to you.

Harry gasped, widening his eyes in an exaggeration at his son. “This was your idea.”

“I’m a kid, papa. This is your fault,” he said, grabbing another cookie and drinking his milk. Harry stared at his son across the counter from him. He was a mini Harry in every way but his loyalties lay with his mother and Harry couldn’t fault him for that, even if it got him into a bit of trouble.

“You are impossible sometimes,” he said, shaking his head and kissing his forehead. “ But it’s good not to lie to mama, but don’t lie to papa either, okay?”

Henley smiled, mouth full of cookies, nodding in enthusiastically. “No lying, I promise,” he said.

“Good then, now finish your cookies, papa is tired, and it is time for bed.” Though Harry was sure with cookies and milk in his system his shadow was not going to bed anytime soon.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Of course, you know you don’t have to ask. The bed would be too big for me with mama gone. I need a snuggle buddy,” He smiled, running his hands through his son's curls. 

After washing the small dishes, Harry carried his son to the bathroom to breathe their teeth. Henley watched his father sitting on the bathroom counter as Harry washed his face.

“Papa why are you putting toothpaste on your fast,” he said with heavy judgment in his voice or as much as a toddler could.

Laughing, Harry rinsed his face, grabbing a face towel to dry his face. “It’s face wash. Soap for just your face. Helps clean my face.”

“You need extra soap for your face?” He asked before leaning closer. “Is it because you are old?” He whispered.

“Hey, papa is very young. I’m barely in my 30s,” he said. His son just blinked at him for a moment.

“If you say so, papa,” he finally said, lifting his arms for Harry to carry him to bed. Grabbing him and leaving the bathroom, Harry dumped him on the bed, laughing along with him as he bounced a few times before Henley snuggled under the covers, laying on your pillow.

Harry turned off the lights and turned on the nightlight you had in your room for when your son slept with you, then climbed into bed. Henley turned instantly, cuddling into his father’s side.

“Night, papa.”

“Night, shadow.”

Harry woke at 4 with Henley’s feet in his face and his phone ringing. Chuckling, he moved his son, putting his head on the pillow before grabbing his phone and slipping out of bed and into the hallway.

“Hey, lovie. Did you land okay?” He asked, through a yawn.

“Hey, H. Yes. I just got into the car and on my way to the hotel,” you said smiling when you heard his sleepy voice.

“Good good. Glad you got there okay, worried,” he mumbled, leaning against the wall.

You laughed slightly. “You worry too much, bug,” you said, yawning slightly.

“Of course, I worry, you’re my lovie. My best friend. I always worry about you,” he said furrowing his eyebrows.

“I know. And I love you for it, but you should get some sleep, it’s early over there and I’m sure Henley is going to be waking you up in a few hours anyways,” you laughed.

Harry glanced back into the bedroom, Henley was still fast asleep, snuggling into your pillow. Harry smiled softly, nodding even though you couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I know I am in for it soon. And I’ll tell you before he does, I gave him cookies before bed.”

“Harry,” you whined, but you weren’t mad. You knew your son would wear your husband down. “It’s okay I made sure to buy healthy cookies before I left. I knew you were weak,” you teased.

“Lovie, I can’t help it. He’s so small and cute and he’s got your little nose and I am so easily swayed,” he whined.

You laughed wishing you could see his little pout you knew he had. “Nothing wrong with wanting to spoil your family, bug. You love us and we love you.”

“Yeah, so much,” he said softly. “Call me later, yeah?” He asked.

“Of course, get some sleep, I’m going to head to bed as well. I have a meeting in the morning. Love you, H.”

“Love you too, lovie,” Harry said before disconnecting the call. Scratching his stomach, he returned to the bedroom, slowly climbing back into bed to not wake his son. Henley snuggled back into his hold.

“Papa left,” he mumbled sleepily with his eyes still closed.

Harry ran his fingers through Henley’s hair, soothing him. “It’s okay, papa’s not going anywhere. You’re fine,” he whispered, smiling as Henley drifted back off, Harry right behind him.

Luckily for Harry, Henley slept in the next day. Harry woke first, with his son still tightly holding his shirt in his arms. Harry kisses his forehead before moving from under him and going to make breakfast. He made blueberry pancakes, mini because those were Henley’s favorite, fruit salad, and eggs. And just as he finished flipping the last pancake, he heard little feet walking into the kitchen, and then Henley was hugging his leg.

“Morning, shadow. Did you have a good sleep?” He asked, picking up his son, cooing as he cuddled into his neck.

“Yeah,” he asked, still a bit sleepy.

“That’s good. I made pancakes. What do you want to drink?” He asked, fixing them both a plate.

“Milk, normal.”

“You aren’t going to dip your pancakes in your milk again, right?” Harry questioned as he put his son in his chair.

Henley pouted. “But it’s yummy, papa.”

“Does mama let you do it?” Harry asked.

His pout deepened. “No…”

“Then, no,” Harry said, pouring him a cup and coffee for himself before taking his seat across from him.

“Okay, papa,” Henley said. “Can we make ice cream sunnies today?” He asked after a moment, seemingly more alive now that he saw the mini-pancakes.

“Oh, that is a good idea, we can have ice cream sunnies today, but I have another idea too,” he said, grinning as he ate. Henley stared at Harry waiting for him to say what his idea was. Harry pretended not to see and continued to eat, being interested in what his pancakes looked like.

“Papa… tell me,” He whined after a full minute of silence.

Harry chuckled before looking at his son. “Let’s have a movie night,” he said excitedly. 

Henley matched his father's excitement, bouncing in his seat. “Coco, Coco, Coco.” he chanted.

“Yes, we can watch Coco and all our favorite Disney movies. Have our own little movie theater in the living room, just the two of us. And we can have pasta for dinner,” Harry added, knowing his son loved pasta just as much as he did.

“Gettie?” He asked.

“Yes, papa will make spaghetti and you will be my sous chef, how does that sound?” Harry asked, grinning.

“Best lad’s weekend ever,” he shouted.

After breakfast, Harry started his homemade spaghetti sauce in the slow cooker and got him and Henley dressed, and ventured out into the hot London weather. He wanted to make their movie night extra specials and he needed supplies for that, plus the pasta.

Holding his father’s hand, Henley waved at every person that he saw. He was a very friendly child and loved when people waved back. Harry was spotted a few times and all the fans were respectful, cooing over the small version more than the singer and Henley loved the attention, blowing kisses and hugging everyone his father allowed him to be.

Shopping took a lot longer than he thought with how much he was stopped, but he didn’t mind, he got everything he needed and while they were both slightly sweating when they arrived home, it was perfect for their lunch. He knew that just ice cream for lunch was a problem, so he made a quick grilled cheese for them and poured them a glass of apple juice. 

“Papa, this is not ice cream Sunnie,” Henley complained the moment the food was put in front of him.

“We will eat that after, don’t worry. Think of this as a little snack, you like snacks,” he said.

“Okay, but once I finish, we have ice cream?” He asked, picking up his sandwich, but needing clarification from his father first.

“Yes, grilled cheese first and then ice cream.”

Satisfied, he dug into his sandwich. Once they were finished, Harry grabbed a big bowl and all the ice cream flavors he could grab, cherries, whipped cream, and sprinkles. “So, what flavor should we eat?” Harry asked.

“All of them,” Henley shouted, clapping his hands as Harry complied, adding at least one scoop of each of the flavors. 

“Lots of whipped cream, papa, so much that we can’t see the ice cream,” Henley added.

“How about you add it then,” Harry said, handing him the can. Henley nodded, filling the bowl up with half the can. “Okay, okay, that is enough. We are trying to still have some teeth  when this is all over.”

Henley ignored his father grabbing the chocolate sauce. He poured some on the whipped cream. “Now sprinkles, papa.”

“Chocolate or rainbow?” Harry asked, holding them both to him.

Henley tapped his chin as he looked between the two. Harry has to hold in his laugh at his son’s serious face. “Chocolate tastes better,” Henley decided. Harry sprinkled some on top before grabbing a cherry.

“Wait, let me do it,” Henley said, taking the cherry and gently placing it on top. “Done,” he smiled proudly at their sundae.

“It looks amazing, let’s send a photo to mama,” he said, snapping a picture of the ice cream before sending it to you. Grabbing two spoons, he passed one to Henley. “Okay ready. 1, 2, 3, dug in,” he said grinning as they both dug into the ice cream, both moaning at the taste as soon as it hit their tongues.

“So yummy,” Henley said, digging in for more. Already getting ice cream all over the place.

“So yummy.” Harry agreed, laughing. 

Once they devoured the bowl, Harry tossed the dishes into the sink. “You, little shadow, are a sticky mess, you need a bath,” Harry laughed, picking up his son and carrying him straight into the bathroom.

“Sticky, but happy,” Henley said. Once he was in the bathroom, he tossed his clothes to the floor waiting for Harry to fill up the tub. 

“Well, I can handle sticky, as long as you are happy,” he said, putting him into the water. Henley grinned, splashing his father, soaking Harry’s face. “What was that for?” He laughed

“You are sticky too, just trying to help,” he said, playing with his boat. 

“Well thank you,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and cleaning his sticky son.

“Welcome,” Henley said, splashing him once more.

“Papa still sticky?” Harry asked.

“Nope,” he grinned mischievously, which led to a full water splashing fight between the two of them that soaked the whole bathroom. Harry quickly dried his son off, putting him in a fresh pull-up and sitting him on this little train bed.

“Okay, I’m going to go dry the bathroom, you find something you want to wear,” he said, also needing to change into something dry. Harry quickly dried the bathroom, changed, and tossed the wet and dirty clothes into the washer.

Henley was sitting on his bed still, but now he had a bunch of toys around him and playing with his little guitar that Mitch brought him for his second birthday. It was his favorite gift and he proudly told people he was going to be a musician like his papa.

“Writing some new tunes?” Harry asked, coming into his room. Henley nodded, plucking a string, giggling at the sound.

Harry joined him on his bed, laying his tall frame on the tiny toddler bed. “Sounds good. You are going to be performing with papa on stage in no time. When you get older, I’ll teach you how to play.” He said ruffling his hair. “Did you pick out something to wear?”

“Yes. Just this. It’s too hot for more clothes,” he said.

“You are definitely my son. I am feeling you. Should we take a nap, it feels like nap time?”  You and Harry never wanted to force a nap on your son, you let it almost be his choice, with maybe a bit of encouragement, not every child napped and why force it when that just meant more time to be with your little one.

Henley slid off his bed putting his guitar away and his other toys before climbing back into bed with Harry. “A short nap,” he said, snuggling into his father’s chest.

“Yes, a short nap.”

By the time the two of them woke up, the sun was down, and it was almost dinner time. Henley woke first, playing with Harry’s hair until the little tugs pulled Harry from his dream state. Yawning he sat up, stretching, groaning as his muscles ached from being in the small bed. “Next time we nap in my room, okay?” He said getting up.

“Jammies or still too hot for that?” He asked.

“Too hot.”

“Okay sans jammies tonight. Still want pasta?”

“Yeah, lots of pasta,” he said, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him into the kitchen. Harry laughed pulling out the fresh pasta he brought, the sauce he made earlier in the slow cooker was just already finished. 

“Why don’t you go get the movie and things set up and then I’ll call when dinner is done?” He suggested

“Okay, Coco, first,” Henley said. He dropped Harry’s hand and ran into the living room. 

Harry dropped the pasta into the boiling water. While that cooked, Harry pulled out all the things he brought for their movie night. Grabbing them both drinks, popcorn, candy, and apple sauce pouches and set everything in a little cart for each of them. 

After finishing making dinner, he made them two plates before calling for Henley, who ran quickly into the kitchen, sniffing as he walked in. “Smells so good, like Nana’s,” he said, getting into his chair.

“It’s Nana’s recipe. And I have something for you,” Harry said, handing him a ticket. “This is to get into the movie theater.”

Henley lit up, taking the ticket and setting it next to his bowl. “I won’t lose it, can’t get in without a ticket,” he grinned. They both dug into their dinner, discussing what other movies they will be watching tonight along with Coco. Once they finished Harry sent Henley to go wash his hand and he went to set everything up. He moved the carts into the living room, turned off the lights and switched on all the fairy lights around the room, and put up the little movie night sign.

“Woah, it's so pretty,” Henley said walking into the living room.

“Ticket please?” Harry said, holding out his hand.

Henley’s eyes widened before he left the room, grabbing his ticket off the table and coming back. “I got it,” he huffed, giving it to Harry, who then gave him one of the little carts.

“Thank you, papa,” he said, moving to sit on the sofa, patting the space next to him for Harry. “Come on, let’s watch the movie.”

The room was hot, incredibly hot. You felt like you were boiling alive and it seemed your little one was just as annoyed as you were. You tossed and turned in bed for a few more minutes before throwing the blanket to the floor and sitting up in bed.

Glancing at the clock you saw that it was a little after 3 in the morning. The spot next to you was cold, Harry had yet to come to bed, but that wasn’t unusual.  He was probably working on a new art piece. He got inspiration in the middle of the night and was always up sketching. He no longer did so in bed, not since you got pregnant. You were easily angered and were not opposed to yelling at him for waking you from your rare peaceful sleep.

“What do you think little one, should we go find papa, or should we get something sweet to eat while he is gone?” You whispered to your bump. Harry had read too many baby books and was all about healthy eating for the baby. If you didn’t love him so much you would have put up more of a fight, but he was a good cook and you weren’t going to complain when he pampered you.

A little kick had you laughing as you climbed out of bed. “I was thinking sweets as well. We are already so much alike,” You said giving your bump a little tap where the kick came from. Dressed in only one of Harry’s T-shirts, you opened your bedroom window and every window as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I swear this flat wants me to boil us, little one. Don’t worry I’ve opened all the windows and the AC does work, I promise, just us together is killing me,” you said. You liked talking to your baby even about nonsense stuff.

“Did you know Lila from Rosmario and Milo have been seeing each other for months now? Of course not, you found out when I did, but just encase you were sleeping,” You said pulling out bowls and ingredients to make brownies.

“They have been dating in secret for months and it wasn’t until Lila’s party everyone found out. They were caught making out in the bathroom. Honestly a few weeks away from the bakery and I miss all the gossip. You are costing mama greatly,” you teasingly rambled.

“Are you gossiping with pistachio again?” Harry’s voice called out, causing you to jump.

“Sense and sensibility,” You shout as dropped the glass bowl in your hand, causing it to shatter at your feet. You froze as you looked from the mess at your feet to your husband, who was quickly making his way over to you.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he repeated, his accent growing deeper in his panic. Harry grabbed your waist sitting you on the counter, looking over you for any cuts. Surprisingly, your feet had no cuts on them. You knew saying that to him wouldn’t make him stop his inspection so you said nothing as you wanted for your clean bill of health. 

“I’m sorry, bel fiore. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you and pistachio alright? I didn’t scare you into labor have I?” His eyes were wide and full of worry moving all over your body so quickly you were getting a headache. His hands shook as they stroked your stomach.

You laughed lightly, grabbing his face ending his panic. “Harry, Harry, my little beauty you need to calm down. I am not in labor, it’s okay. I’m fine, pistachio is fine,” you said pecking his pouting lips. “If I was in labor I wouldn't be this calm. I hope that isn’t what you are expecting,” you added teasing lightly.

Your thumbs stroked over his cheeks as he slowly come down and the panic replaced with embarrassment. “Sorry, I’ve overreacted. I just worry about the two of you so much, don’t want to lose my little muses,” he mumbled laying his head on your stomach. 

“I know you worry, and we love you for it, so much, Harry,” you said combing your fingers through his hair. Your current pregnancy wasn’t your first one and with each miscarriage, you both became more nervous and fearful of never being parents.

“I love you and our little pistachio,” He said after a few minutes of the three of you pressed together. Harry pressed a kiss to your stomach before pressing another to your lips and pulling away grabbing the broom to clean up the glass.

“You know he is not the size of a pistachio anymore? You gonna have to start calling him something else, maybe watermelon,” you teased, sneakily grabbing the brownie batter that didn’t fall closer to you and sneaking a taste.

“Oi, I see you, fiore. That is not good for you or the baby, which I will continue to call pistachio for the rest of his life,” he said grabbing the bowl putting it out of your reach.

You whined reaching for the bowl. “Harry, nooo. It doesn’t have raw eggs it’s fine, give it back.” You were not going to get off the counter but were going to whine into you gave you the bowl back.

“The eggs are not the only problem with you eating brownie batter. How about some yogurt…” He looked into the fridge then back at you pouting and whining on the counter. He chuckled grabbing the bowl coming back to your side. “This is not good for you both,” he repeated.

“Yes yes yes, you have mentioned that before, but it is good, very good and your wife and child want it,” you said taking the bowl back and eating a spoonful moaning.

“Goodness, you don’t even moan like that for me. I’m incredibly jealous,” he teased, grabbing your hips pressing kisses along your belly. “Momma is making papa very jealous, pistachio. You would think she would at least share with me,” he mumbled.

“Pistachio you should know for when you are born, that you won’t be the biggest baby in this house, that would be papa,” you teased offering the spoon to your husband, who was staring at you in mock shock at your words.

“Don’t tell him that,” he said, covering your belly with his hands as if that would shield the baby from the words.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics and your baby agreed, kicking at his father’s hands. “Shush and eat the brownie batter before it’s all gone,” You said.

He pouted but did as you said, moaning at the taste. “Is this a new recipe?”

“Yes, I was thinking about adding it to the menu when I go back to work. I toasted some pistachios a few days again and ground them up and tossed them tonight. I am very proud of the taste.”

“I’m sure they would taste better as actual brownies, bel fiore,” he chuckled kissing you. His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled you closer, you gasped into his mouth and his tongue tangled with yours.

You pulled back slightly as you tried to catch your breath, before diving back in. Or you tried to but you ended up yawning in his face. Your face heated up and you hid your face in his chest.

Harry laughed, his whole body shaking as grabbed you off of the counter. “I heard of kisses taking someone’s breath, but putting them to sleep? That’s new,” he teased.

“Beautiful, don’t tease me, it’s really early in the morning, of course I am tired,” you mumbled, kicking his sides before wrapping your legs around him.

He continued to laugh as he left the kitchen carrying you through the house. “Then you need to stop eating brownie batter and get some sleep. You are going to join me at the shop tomorrow right?” He asked kissing your forehead.

While you weren’t working at your bakery anymore, you still liked going to Harry’s store and helping out as much as he let you. Most of the time you curled up with a good book and read while he charmed everyone into buying as many books as possible. 

The only place he didn’t take you was his former loft, now his art studio. The paint was not good for your little one.

“Yes I’m going to come with you. I don’t want to stay here all day by myself. I get lonely,” you said as you were laid in your bed. You instantly snuggled close to your pillow. The room was a lot cooler now, the cold night air finally circulating throughout the small room. Your eyes closed as you got comfy, only to open as you heard Harry steps leaving the room.

“Wait where are you going?”

“Gonna go make my lovie and baby some brownies for tomorrow. Get some sleep, I’ll be back soon,” he said walking to your bed, kissing your forehead then your bump. “ Ti amo, fiore. Ti amo pistachio.” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up again, Harry was asleep lying in bed with his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands placed on your bump. You smiled softly to yourself as you shimmied out of his hold going to take a shower.

“We have to be quiet, papa is still sleeping and he was probably up late making our sweets, that’s why we love him so much,” you whispered to your bump as you undressed getting into the shower.

‘You’ll see how much of a good cook he is when you are born. We have so many plans for you, we can’t wait to see you. We have waited such a long time to get you. You are our little angel, our little rainbow baby, our pistachio,” you said, snuffling through your tears. “We love you so much, pistachio. And don’t tell papa how much I love I secretly like that name,” you laughed.

“Too late,” Harry said, pulling back the curtain getting into the shower with you, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s a good name for our little one, I came up with it, of course, you love it,” he said. His voice was still riddled with sleep as he kissed your shoulder.

“It is a cute nickname, but we won’t be naming our baby that, Harry. It’s silly,” you laughed.

“Not even a middle name?” He teased, grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair. 

You moaned at the feeling of his hands in your hair. “What time do we have to go to the shop?” 

“We have time, don’t worry,” He promised.

20 minutes later you two were out the shower and Harry was getting dressed, but you were ready for clothes yet. You stood staring at your bump, you hadn’t gotten this far in the last pregnancy . Your little one would be here in a few short months and you couldn’t wait.

“You are glowing, my love. I want to paint you just like this,” Harry said grabbing his sketchbook. 

You laughed shaking your head, grabbed the flowy dress from your bed putting it on. “Not now, beautiful. We need food and then go to the shop. You can sketch me later on,” You said, tying your hair up and sitting down on the bed for Harry to help you put on your sandals. You chuckled as he puckered his lips in payment for his help. “You are impossible, I love you,” you said getting to your feet.

The moment you got to the kitchen, you made a b-line for the brownies only for Harry to get there first, grinning as he held them above your head. “Something healthy first, how about spinach and eggs omelettes and then brownies after?” He suggested.

“An omelette does sound amazing, you have a deal, Mr. Styles,” you grinned pecking his lips before taking a seat on the counter.

“I am glad you didn’t put up much of a fight, Mrs. Styles,” He said grabbing everything he needed.

“So  what were you working on last night?” You asked as he cooked.

“A bunch of little things,  I went to the house and worked on the nursery,” As much as you loved your flat, it was too small for you both and a baby, and recently you two brought a home, a small cottage. It needed some work which Harry and you had been working on, but it wasn’t move-in ready yet, Harry was having fun painting the rooms and the nursery was his favorite. He had changed it at least a dozen times.

“I want to see it, you never let me see.”

“It is a surprise, but I did paint some adorable animals, plus I will feel like crap if I paint something that isn’t perfect,” Harry said shrugging as he grabbed a plate.

“It is already perfect because you did it for him. Now, what else did you work on?”

“I'm actually doing one of my favorite muse. A silhouette of her from a few months ago. Her laying in my bed, looking as lovely and perfect as ever. I’m almost done with it.”

“Really? I haven’t seen it since you sketched it out? I have to see it, is it at the loft?”

He nodded turning off the stove putting both omelettes on one plate. “It should be semi-dry today, I’ll bring it down when we get to the bookshop. It’s one of my favorites, don’t think I will sell it,” he said feeding you before taking a bite

“Add it to the growing collection,” you grinned. After you got married Harry was drawing you all the time, you had no problem with being his muse or him selling his work of you. You just loved how passionate he was about his art.

“Hmm, the collection is getting quite big, and pretty soon there will be two of you in all my art,” he smiled, his left dimple showing itself before his right did. After finishing off your food, you jumped off the counter taking the dishes to the sink to wash them.

“Look at us making good time, I’m proud of us,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Or maybe we have some time to kill. Have I mentioned how much you are glowing,” 

“Yes, you mentioned that before.”

“Have  I mentioned how beautiful you look and how much of a turn-on you are glowing with my baby inside of you?” He questioned kissing you, his hands running along your back.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” You asked, moving your hands down his body.

Harry grinned against your lips. “ what?”

“ Those brownies.” You pulled away from him grinning. “ I bet they taste amazing and Pistachio and I want a taste.”

"Of course darling. Come ere'." Harry responds back in a comforting tone. With Harry on his back now, I rest my head on his shoulder and drape one arm over his tattooed tummy and one of my legs are thrown over top his. He rubs up and down my back with one of his hands and his other hand rests on top of mine that's splayed on his stomach. I can feel his wedding ring that adorns his ring finger and I'm sure he can feel mine as well. Just as my body was relaxing onto his comforting hold, an extra loud boom of thunder echoes through the house and it's followed by a loud, wailing cry from the room down the hall. Our daughters room.

I was going to get up from the bed and check on her when Harry stops me. "I'll go see if she's alright love. You stay right here okay." I hum a quiet yes and let go of my hold around him. He bends down to peck my lips before getting out the warm covers and blindly pads over to the bedroom door and down the hall to our presumably scared daughters room.

Walking into her room, only lite up with a night light, Harry goes straight to her little princess bed and picks up our crying and shaking toddler. "Shhh my baby," Harry coos in her ear, while holding her to his chest, "you're aright. Daddies got you. You're safe my love."

"I scared!" the toddler cries, leaving her daddies shoulder soaked with salty tears.

"Do you want to come sleep with mummy and I? Would that make you feel better, baby." Harry questions softly, knowing the answer is already yes. We hardly ever let her sleep with us because we don't want it to become a habit, but for special reasons like when she's sick or had a nightmare, we'll allow it. Or in this case, scared of a thunderstorm.

"Pweez." she mumbles through her tears into Harry's skin. Her tiny arms are looped around his neck and her chunky legs are around his ribcage. Harry bends down and picks up her little stuffed animal from her bed, knowing she loves sleeping with it, and places it between his body and hers, to hold until they come back to our bed.

Harry exits her room with our daughter clung to his body and travels down the hall to our bedroom. When they walk inside, the lamp is on from where I had turned it on, not wanting to be by myself in the dark. "Is she alright?" I sit up and ask worriedly.

"Yes darling, just a bit frightened by the loud thunder outside. She's okay. I'll protect her. I'll protect both of you." Harry replies with a gentle smile, getting back under the duvet with our daughter in his hold. She has stopped crying mostly. Just a few sniffles and hiccups, with a tear stained face. I reach over and turn the lamp back off, making the room dark again besides the lightning coming from our window, lighting the room every few seconds.

Harry situates our daughter on the right side of his chest, in a more comfortable position, and places her stuffed animal into her tiny hands for her to grasp. She takes it immediately and hold it in a tight squeeze. Then I scoot back over and resume my place on his left side, head on his shoulder and leg thrown on top of his. I stretch my arm over his body and instead of putting my hand back on his tattooed tummy, I place it on our daughters small back, rubbing over her pj shirt.

Harry reaches down and pulls the covers up over our bodies more, having the edge rest at our chins. Then he whispers, "Love you both so so so much. I'll always protect my girls. Never let anything ever happen to you guys." When he spoke that heartfelt mini speech, I could feel him squeeze our bodies tighter, showing a sign of non verbal affection. Harry bends down and pecks our toddlers cheek and turns his head to kiss my forehead.

"Love you too babe. Best dad and husband in the whole world." I say, half asleep now. Though mother nature is still throwing a fit outside, I feel safe in my husbands arms and I also have butterflies at the slight of our daughter peacefully sleeping on her daddy's chest. Her little mouth is slightly parted and puffs of air is fanning over his neck. Makes me want to give Harry another baby. Two mini Harry's walking around is something that makes me have baby fever at just the thought. But that's for another day and another discussion. Right now, I'm happy with the family of three we have and fall asleep peacefully in my husbands arms.

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