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Chapter 192

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

— Taylor Swift, Mine (Taylor's Version)

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I put the children's book back on the shelf next to the new additions he added to his collection from his birthday exactly a week ago. He cuddles up with his elephant given to him at birth and all the muscles in his soft face relax as he falls asleep. He'll drift off to sleep, but the technique that's a sure-fire way to get this little boy to sleep is to delicately drag the tip of my finger around his face, till the sensation relaxes his eyes and lulls him into sleep. Once I know he's out, I close the door with a gentle click.

I look into the living room to see Harry seated on the couch, the warm white lights of the Christmas tree lighting up his beautiful face. The kids insisted we put up the tree already despite November not yet being over. We obliged; I think we enjoyed it just as much as they did.

"Come sit with me, baby."

He has his left arm spread across a quarter of the back of the couch and the other supports his head with his thumb and forefingers. His eyes trail my every movement, the luminescence of the LEDs glazing over them. I sit right next to him and wrap my arm around the front of his waist.

"How was it getting him to sleep?" He asks me.

"Honestly, it was pretty easy tonight."

"He was tired during his bath," he points out.

"Thank you for bathing him tonight. I know it was supposed to be my night," I tell him, staring at the clear plastic bulb ornament displaying a picture of Lilly holding Max when he was only a month old, his first Christmas. I drop my hand lower, a large damp spot of the soaked fabric of his t-shirt covering his belly button. "I can tell you got in the splash zone a little bit."

"He acts like he's in a water park."

"Was Lilly like that? I can't remember."

"Not as often as Max, but she liked to splash."

"So it's a Styles behavior," I point out.

"I think it's a general kid behavior rather than accusing my genes."

"It's more fun to blame it on you."

He drops his head against the top of mine, inhaling deeply.

"You know... it's only eight. Lilly's staying over at her friend's house. Max is down for the night..." I imply suggestively. "It seems like we'll have to find something to do."

"I would like to get this soaked shirt off of me," he replies with a salacious grin. "Will you help me with that?"

"No, but I'll watch you do it. I think it's so sexy when you pull off your shirt."

He readjusts his seating, bending his left leg underneath him and the other one off the side of the couch. His arms reach behind his neck and the white shirt is stripped from his body. The muscles in his torso shift throughout the action, and just by watching him pull one piece of clothing off of his fit body, it fizzes up thousands of tingles within me. I press my behind down into the cushion of the sofa to put pressure on myself. I fall back, a pillow behind my spine, and my head propped up on the arm of the couch. He's synchronized with laying down with me. His arms bend, forearms on the outer sides by my elbows and our pelvises match up like perfect puzzle pieces.

We're so needy for one another. At the moment, I feel it's me more than him, but the intensity of his kisses kicks up and the power behind them makes me second guess that detail. His hips assertively press down into mine in such a pleasurable force. It makes me gasp out a moan and he takes that to his advantage to leave wet kisses down my neck.