One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's A Marine/Soldier //Harry//

You were scurrying aruound your room, getting ready for the annual Marine ball. Your husband, Harry leaned against the door frame, watching you with a glint of amusement in his emerald eyes. You look to him as you hastily tried to put a stud into your ear.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You pouted rushing to the full length body mirror in the bathroom. Harry looked at the time on his watch and let out a sigh.
"Babe, we have to get going. I can't be late to this." He told you, following you into the bathroom.
"Do I look like a whale?" You asked turning at different angles to see your form in the mirror. "Harry, this makes me look fat!" You whined, glaring at yourself in the mirror. Harry came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around you.
"Baby, you're not fat." He placed a hand on your bump. "You're pregnant with twins. Your stomach has to be big cause that means they are healthy." He kissed your cheeks, pulling you away from the mirror.
"I guess you're right." You sighed, "but do you think these shoes match?"
Harry shook his head leading you out the room. "You're fine the way you are." He grabbed your purse off the couch and lead you out to the car. Once you were safely inside, he jogged around to the driver's side.
"Awe, look at you in your marine uniform." You gushed finally noticing his outfit. Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled the car out of the driveway. "Babe, you've seen me wear this all the time." He laughed, looking both ways. You shrugged, reaching to turn on the radio.
"...The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray, the lord please lift his soul...and heal this hurt. Then the congregation all stood up and sang...the saddest song, that she ever heard. Then they handed her a folded up flag and she held on to all she had left of him..."
You bit your lips and turned of the radio. Harry glanced over to you. You gave him a forced smile and placed a hand on your stomach. The song got you thinking. What if one day he didn't come home? The duties of Marine were dangerous. Being out on that ocean a lot could happen, the ship could sink, get ambushed, etc. You felt a tear fall from your eyes and you quickly wiped it away before Harry could see it.
At the ball you sat at the table watching Harry and a few other Marines participate in the tradition march/ speech that happened before every ball. (I forgot what they call that.) All his curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, topped with his Marine hat, but you could still see his ponytail in the back. You smiled, he looked incredible. After they were done, Harry came back to the table. You stood up to hug him and pecked his lips.
"You having fun?" He asked leaning closer to you. You nod your head taking a sip of your water. "Want to dance?" He asked you, pointing to the dance floor.
"Sure," you stood up with him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, well as close as he could with your baby bump in the way. You leaned your head on his shoulder, swaying slowly to the music. Harry let out a grunt as someone had pushed into him from the side. You guys pulled away to see who it was. It was another Marine member, he wasn't as high status as Harry was though.
"My bad," the guy said patting Harry on the back. Harry told him it was no problem and kept on dancing with you. That night the two of you sat in bed, Harry was giving you a feet massage.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked you, breaking you from your thoughts. You bit your lips, staring at him.
"How long will I have you for?"
Harry raised a brow confused, "you know this babe, I leave again after the twins are born which is 5 months from now." You shook your head.
"That's not what I mean. Harry if you stay in the marine I might not have you for too long. You're playing a game with life or death." Harry looked down.
"Being a marine is not something I feel is a game. I belong there, they're family. I can't just leave. I know I have a life here with you and we are bringing kids into this world...I just can't let the Marine in me go." He admitted.
"Harry think of the boys..." You pleaded. You didn't want to one day come home and hear that your husband was killed in the line of fire. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.
"If it makes you feel better, soon I'm being promoted. That means I won't be overseas, they'll station me at a fort here in the states to help train upcoming Marines, but that also means we'll constantly be moving."
That seems to put your worries at ease.
"Good,I don't care about moving, I just don't want to live without you."
"You won't."