AN: i wanted to write something that had to do with the weather getting cooler outside so i came up with this little blurb. i hope you enjoyyyyy!!!!! please remember to leave your feedback. much appreciation.
This story contains: pure fluff
{ youngish dadrry - husbandrry - soft!harry - dunkirk harry era - Masie-(May-z-e) }
word count- 703
Your daughter Maise wakes up to her room being cold and decides she wants to finish her night of sleep in-between her parents so they can keep her warm.
It's currently three in the morning on November 2nd and little miss Maise just woke up in her big girl bed, shivering from the cold. Maise is your four year old daughter and for the most part has no issue sleeping in her own room which is just down the hall from yours and Harry's bedroom. Unless she's sick or had a bad dream she'll usually stay put in her room until the morning sun peeks through her curtains and wakes her up. But now, her issue is that she's cold.
Of course Maise has blankets on her bed but the air around her is fridged. So the only logical thing to do in her four year old mind is go in her parents room to wake them up and ask to sleep in their bed.
Maise climbs out of her big girl bed and quickly walks down the hall into the room you and Harry are fast asleep in. Harry's on his tummy with his face facing the outer edge of the bed and you're cuddled up to his right side. You both somehow stay asleep when your daughter opens and closes your bedroom door and it isn't until her tiny hands come to gently pat Harry's face that one of you arouse from your sleep.
Grumbling, Harry can vaguely feel something touch his face. Then once he comes to a bit more, he realizes its his four year old daughter. That has him quickly sitting up in bed, now in dad mode. Worried something had happened. "What? What is'it, baby? Somethin' the matter? Are you sick?" He's really just rambling at this point which is something Harry does when he starts to worry.
Though it's pretty dark in the bedroom, there's just enough light from the street lights outside the window for her to look up at her father and shake her head no while answering, "No daddy. My room got cold and I wanted to sleep with you and mummy. So you could keep me warm." All the stress leaves Harry's body and his heart expands twice its size.
Reaching down, Harry scoops Maise up from under her armpits and lifts her in his lap. "Course you can, my little love. We'll keep you nice and warm." She leans forward to embrace her daddy in a hug which he takes a moment to hug her back. But then it's time to lay back down and go to sleep so he helps situate her in the middle of the bed and lays down again himself.
Maise quickly scoots over to give you a cuddle. You somehow stayed asleep through all the comotion. You are a pretty deep sleeper. But once you feel the familiar embrace, you flutter your eyes open and see your daughter now in bed with you. "Hi, baby," you croak out, "what'r you doing in our bed, hm?"
Keeping her voice in a whisper, your daughter says, "My room was too cold and daddy said I could sleep here so you both could keep me warm." Just like Harry's, your heart nearly explodes from how much love you have for this little girl beside you. The little girl you created with the love of your life.
Looking over her small body, you see Harry looking at the both of you, a sleepy smile on his face, and reply, "We will keep her warm, won't we, Harry?"
Harry scoots over as close as possible towards the middle of the bed so that you both are nearly squashing Maise between your heated bodies. He leans down to kiss the back of her head and then leans over to peck your lips. "Mhm hm, keep her all nice and toasty, we will. Can't have our little girl gettin' cold on us. That'd be a shame."
All the sudden Maise lets out a loud, "Shushhh!" followed by her muttering, "Sleepin' now. Quiet, mummy an' daddy." Harry and you just giggle at her sassy attitude and fall back on your individual pillows to actually get some sleep again. For the remainder of the night, you and Harry keep your daughter between your bodies to make sure she stays warm and never gets cold.
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AN: so this is part 2 of kinda like the after math of what happened as a result of having unprotected sex in the kitchen from my one shot Morning Kitchen Sex Turns Into Baby Making (SMUT) . if you read that and seen the ending, it showed a piece of the morning sickness but as i started writing this, i decided i wanted it to go a bit different, so the little sentence or two at the end of that one shot won't exactly go like this one shot will but just know its in the same universe and meant to be the same situation. hope that made sense, bye and enjoy!!!
This story contains: puking, crying, comfort, fluff
{ dad!harry - youngdad!harry - husband!harry - soft!harry - 3 kids already - Harry age 26 & you're 24 }
word count: 1220
You wake up twice with a sick tummy and after some thought, you come to the conclusion that you're probably pregnant and having morning sickness.
Getting pregnant when you were very young had its challenges. Yourself and Harry knew you wanted to have kids together one day, but maybe not as soon as you did. Everyone in your life was supportive and you managed to work around Harryâs career as a singer. It was just hard to adjust to the changes one's body goes through as a fetus develops within a womb.
One of the hardest parts of getting pregnant so young or really pregnant in general is the symptoms that come along with growing a baby in your belly. The morning sickness, backaches, swollen feet, unstable hormones, cravings. And within all the potential symptoms that pregnancy can bring, you'd wish to not have morning sickness. Morning sickness is worse than anything imaginable.
But with each of the three babies you have had, morning sickness has been very prevalent in your first trimesters. You honestly believe the only way you have gotten through each pregnancyâs morning sickness is with the help of your husband Harry. Heâs the most caring and supportive person in your life but especially when youâre at your most vulnerable. So you have no worries as to if heâd help you with morning sickness again if you were to get pregnant for a fourth time.
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Youâre in bed pressed to the front of Harryâs body as he spoons you. One of his arms is under your body and hooked across your collarbone, and his other arm is laying over your hip, hand tucked under your side thatâs pressed into the mattress. Both your legs are intertwined with each other and the warm covers are up over your body's, resting at your shoulder blades. Itâs a very comforting position to be in when sleeping. Harry keeps you warm and the feeling of his chest expanding behind your body is soothing in a way.
Your peaceful state of sleep in your husband's arms doesnât last for long though. You slowly awake with this awful feeling in your stomach. One you donât register at first. You lift your head from your pillow slightly and can see the glowing numbers on your digital clock read 4:00 am meaning it's too early for your normal body clock to awake. Then youâre brought back to the realization that your stomach feels funny. No, not funny, sick. Like nauseous sick. But there is one problem. Harry has you secured in his arms tightly and you feel trapped.
Panic sets in when you start to feel your mouth water and not the good mouth watering way, but the Iâm about to throw up mouth watering. You grab onto Harryâs arms, trying to pry them off your body and when you do, you jump from the bed and run to your bathroom thatâs across the bedroom.
In the process of trying to get to the bathroom in time, you hold down gag after gag and accidently hit the corner of a wall due to the darkness which in turn makes a loud pang illuminate the room, waking Harry from his sleep. But you have no time to explain what or why you made that sound because all you can focus on is not puking on the floor.
Finally you make it to the toilet and the second youâre standing in front of it, vomit pours out of your mouth like Niagara Falls. When Harry finally comes to his senses from being abruptly awoken and realizes it was you who hit the wall and youâre no longer in his arms, he flips the duvet back and quickly walks towards the bathroom after you.
As Harry gets closer to the master bathroom, he can hear aggressive dry heaves and cries of uncomfortableness coming from within. And when he steps inside the door, heâs hit with a heartbreaking view of you crouched down in front of the toilet, throwing up last night's dinner. Quickly, Harry rushes over towards your body and collects your hair in his large hand and places his other hand over your sweaty back to rub in soothing circles.
When you realize your husband has woken up and is with you now, you mutter through a breath between heaves, âHarry.â
âShh my love. Iâve got you baby. Relax and let it out so you can feel better.â Harry whispers calmly in his sleep laced voice from behind you. He just assumes you have a stomach bug or maybe had a bad reaction to your dinner last night. It hasnât occurred to him that it could be morning sickness. Heck, it hasnât even dawned on you that youâre experiencing morning sickness.
After a few more nasty expels of vomit in the toilet, you feel weak and are glad Harry is behind you to support your body. You reach with teary eyes to rip some toilet paper away and clean your mouth and nose before crumbling back into his arms. Harry reaches forward to flush the bile filled toilet before he gets sick himself at the sight and smell and settles his boxer clad bum down on the hard tiles, leaning against the wall, and situating you in his lap.
You lean against his chest and begin to softly cry from the sick feeling you still have in your belly. âBaby, whatâs got you so sick? Do you think you caught a little tummy bug?â Harry coos while running his fingers through your hair, trying his best to relax your slightly shaking body.
âI donât know. I just feel so sick.â you reply back weakly. Harry sits on the bathroom floor with you for a few more minutes, just holding you in his lap, before you ask if you can go back to bed as sleep outweighs the upset stomach you have. âCan we go back to bed please?â
Harry responds with, âCourse darling.â He carefully helps you up and walks you back into the bedroom and over to your bed. He pulls the comforter over your body nicely and kisses your forehead.
Then when Harry goes to leave, you cry out, âDonât leave me.â
With a laugh, Harry mutters, âIâm not leaving you love. Just going to get you a glass of water and a cold cloth for your head. Iâd never leave you silly.â
Harry goes down the stairs quietly and grabs you a glass of water from the kitchen. Then before he enters your bedroom, he stops by each of your child's rooms and makes sure they are all still sleeping peacefully. After that, he comes back into your shared room and sets the glass on your bedside table and goes to collect the washcloth from the bathroom.
âShh, itâll make you feel better.â your husband speaks softly when you jump at the feel of the cool temperature of the damp washcloth heâs laying over your forehead. Once it's placed nicely, Harry grabs a trash can and sets it on the floor beside your side of the bed. âIf you feel sick again, the bin is right here alright. No more running to the toilet.â
Harry walks around the bed and slips back into the covers with you, scooting over to your body to snuggle closely and you both fall back asleep.
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At about six in the morning, you wake back up to a swirling in your tummy. You donât have much time to register this feeling unlike last time, before you're jerking your body off to the side of the bed and projectile vomiting into the trash can Harry set out for you. Your loud retching has him waking up right away. And due to the sun peeking through the bedroom windows, he can clearly see you and immediately sits up to reach forward, grabbing your hair to hold back so it's not in your face.
Shuffling behind you in bed, hand still holding your hair, Harry whispers, âIt's alright my love. There we go.â
âI donât like this Harry.â you whine as your stomach seems to calm down.
âI know you don't, baby. I still donât know whatâs got you sick. I hope our little ones donât catch whatever it is because chasing around puking children is never fun.â Harry retorts with flashbacks to all the times he and yourself have had to take care of your kids when they had sick tummies.
You lay back down and Harry goes to clean the can out so your room doesnât fill with the stench of vomit. As heâs gone, something dawns on you. What if youâre experiencing morning sickness? Now that you think about it, you did tell Harry to put a baby in you a few weeks ago in the kitchen and ever since that morning, youâve been having unprotected sex.
When Harry comes back to cuddle you before your kids awake for the morning, you blurt out, âI think Iâm pregnant.â
âWhat.â Harry gasps but is confused as to why you think so. Then it also clicks in his head. Heâs been through three other babies with you and that means heâs helped you through three different sets of morning sicknesses. And the unprotected sex youâve been having. All the glorious times you let him cum inside you recently.
When you turn your head to look at Harryâs face, you can see his eyes watering, as if he's about to cry. So you turn to completely face him and ask gently, âWhy are you crying Harry? I may not be. Weâll have to go by the store later and buy a test. Donât get your hopes up yet.â
âThere could be a baby inside your tummy. If there is, Iâm really happy. If there isnât, well you may need to see a doctor to find out why youâre throwing up this morning like you have been.â Harry replies with a hopeful smile.
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Neither of you fall back asleep, but you stay cuddled in bed until each of your kids start filing into your room, one by one, and crawling in the middle of you two. You and Harry give your kids lots of warm hugs and snuggles before Harry decides it's time for him to go pick you up a pregnancy test from the store for you to take.
Harry gets himself and all your kids dressed while you stay resting in bed. Then after heâs fed them each a small breakfast, he loads them into his car, drives to the store, and picks up a pregnancy test with some of your favorite snacks as well. And to cover up the purpose of the store trip, he buys each of your kids a doll they picked out. Yes, even your son. Toys have no gender specified rules.
Later that evening, you take the test, and yes it came back positive meaning you are now officially pregnant with the fourth Style's baby.
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another AN: this was supposed to be longer with more details but i got lazy and just wanted to put something out so it may not be my best but its not half bad i don't think.
