The Contract

59

"Oh, my god," I gasped, barely catching my breath. "Do that again."

Harry panted next to me, reaching out his hand to grasp the water next to the bed and raised the glass to his swollen lips, chugging the contents in one large sip.

"I-" he gasped. "Need a minute or two. Fuck."

I laughed and buried myself in his side, revelling in the taut and sweaty skin. The scent of sex lingered heavily in the air of our bedroom and the way his chest muscles expanded with each breath showed me he wasn't lying about being exhausted.

They said sex got boring when you were married, but with us, it got better. Even at eight and a half months pregnant, I was still as insatiable as ever.

"Fuck, Georgia," he sighed, a hint of humour evident in his voice.

"Are you ready to go again?," I teased.

He licked his lips and glanced down at me through heavily lidded eyes. "In a minute or maybe an hour. Who knew you could do that?"

I blushed at his comment. I had never orgasmed like that before but once he found a position that worked for both of us, it seemed to be the only thing on my mind. "I.. Didn't know I could do that, either."

It was as if he could sense the insecurity in my tone. "Love, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you know how many women wish they could do that?"

"No," I whispered, sinking my face into the curve of his side. I bit his exposed skin and he shivered from my touch.

"Georgia.. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. God, I love you."

"I love you, too." I met his green eyes and saw the mischievous grin on his lips.

"Now I'm ready," he whispered before moving down the bed and settling between my legs.

Thirty minutes and two sets of shaking legs later, we both drifted off to sleep, content with the knowledge that we would be okay while Harry jetted off to LA one more time before the baby was due.

After Jasper and the debacle of me still being married, Harry and I saw a counsellor. The issue wasn't that we didn't love each other, it was that we had too many issues from the past that needed to be worked through. And over the course of the next few months, we managed to find the source of our issues and in the end, we became stronger. I didn't resent Harry's fame, I learned to appreciate it and accept that it was a part of him. He was able to accept my flaws and learned to vocalise his anger more effectively and work through his jealousy of Louis. Our counselling didn't just help us.. It helped his relationship with Louis and when all of it was said and done, Harry had his best friend back and I was able to form a new type of friendship with Louis. One that inspired us to ask him to be the godfather of our daughter.

"Now what are you going to do while I'm gone?" He asked, zipping his Louis Vuitton carryon bag shut.

I frowned. Just because I was okay with him leaving me didn't make it any easier. "Relax as much as I can, think of some more names and miss you lots and lots?"

He smiled and shook his head, waking over next to me. I had been bedridden the last four weeks of my pregnancy and I was two weeks in and already going stir crazy. "Georgia.."

I sighed. "I'm going to stay here, in bed and do all those things. You know, I can get up. The doctor said I should be walking around somewhat and I need fresh air. Do you know what it's like to be confined to your own bed?"

He laughed. "Yes, I do. Because you've kept me in bed with you as much as possible for the last two weeks."

I pouted out my bottom lip. "I didn't hear you complaining much.. In fact.. You quite enjoyed balancing takeaway off of little.. Joey."