Touched [H.S.]

Daddy

Word Count: 4k
Kinks: daddy kink, breeding kink,

Trigger Warning: fertility issues

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"Set timer for three minutes."

I let out an exasperated sigh as I set a timer on my watch. I was so fucking tired of peeing on sticks. Harry and I had been trying for a baby for almost a year now. I had tracked my ovulation religiously with three different apps, monitored my cervical mucus, been on a strict regimen of prenatal vitamins and low-dose aspirin, and took ovulation tests every month and nothing was working. And now we were getting close to the dreaded one-year mark where we would need to start thinking about seeing a fertility specialist. The entire thing was so disheartening.

Harry and I had been married for almost two years. He was on tour the first year we were married so we just took the time to travel together and enjoy the fast-paced rockstar lifestyle. But as soon as tour was over, we decided we wanted to start a family together.

I wanted nothing more than to give Harry a baby. Some days I'd just sit and think about what our lives would be like with a perfect little baby in it. I had no doubt in my mind that Harry would make an amazing father. He was so soft and caring and loving in every way possible. He was born to be a father.

But here we were, almost twelve months in and still no baby.

I couldn't help but think it was my fault. We hadn't done any testing yet to see if there were issues but every time my period showed up like clockwork, I got angrier with myself for not being pregnant. I knew Harry would never blame me but that didn't stop me from blaming myself.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of my timer going off. Picking up the ovulation test, I looked at the little window. A digital smiley face looked back at me. Peak fertility.

Sighing, I set the test back on the counter and wandered out of the bathroom in search of Harry. Time to go try to make a baby for the thousandth time.

Honestly, the scheduled sex was getting to me. It wasn't that it was bad. Sex with Harry was always amazing. But our sex life used to be so fun and spontaneous. Now it just seemed like work, especially when it never ended with a baby.

Padding quietly down the hallway, I found Harry sitting in the living room, an episode of Euphoria playing on the large tv mounted to our wall.

"Are you watching the new episode without me?" I asked, clearly startling him.

"Hey, baby." he responded, turning towards me. "No, I just rewatched the part of the last episode I missed when Jeff called. Come 'ere and sit with me." he said, patting the couch next to him.

I walked over and flopped down next to him, draping my legs over his lap, watching as Cassie had yet another meltdown.

"Sydney Sweeney's so fucking hot." I commented. "Her tits are just..."

"Mmm, yeah." Harry agreed, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Harry!" I smacked him lightly on his chest, causing him to smile widely at me.

"Not as hot as you baby." Harry said, picking up my hand and kissing it softly. "Want me to have Jeff contact her manager? Maybe she'd be into a little threesome action?"

Harry raised his eyebrows at me, a smirk on his face. I suspected he was only half joking.

I laughed, shaking my head at his suggestion. "You're awfully confident, Styles. What makes you think she'd be into you?"