"Harry? Are you awake baby?"
The only times he's able to be woken up is either from his wife saying his name for whatever reason she has for interrupting the precious few hours of rest he gets, or it's when he hears his 3 month old baby boy crying. It's so natural to him now that it instantly jolts him awake. "Now I am, yeah. What's wrong?" As he rubs his eyes and sits up and rests on one of his elbows.
Y/N, although she knows that it's a ridiculous and an irrelevant fear now, she can't help but worry herself to the brink of insomnia. Ever since she gave birth, her already huge heart, got even bigger and even more emotional. Her "mom heart" as she calls it, doesn't want to see her pure son turn into someone who will resent her for how she parents him. Not letting him go out too late, or grounding him when he gets a bad grade in school, or sneaks in a girl, or a guy, into the house when he isn't supposed to.
When Y/N is this upset her throat usually closes up because she's trying to hold in her tears, so they sit there awhile in the darkness. Harry knows exactly what's going on with her, which is why he's being so patient. They've been together a while and he has learned not to rush her when she gets emotional, it only agitates her more when he is pushy then y/n usually tells him whatever she's thinking isn't really important.
After a few long minutes she's finally able to swallow normally and that's when y/n gushes all of her insecurities out, "I don't want our sweet boy to hate me, Harry. I don't think I can handle that. What if I do something wrong and he wishes that I was never his mother? I don't want to be broken like that, I'm not ready for that." Y/N has to take a deep breath to steady herself. Nervously picking at the remaining nail polishh on her fingernails she proceeds slowly, "And what if I break him? I don't want our son to know the trauma I've been through, I don't want to project that onto him like my parents did to me. What if I'm not healed by then? What if I'm not ready to be a mom, H?"
Everything that y/n has said rings through Harry's ears and it's painful. He doesn't understand how she can be having all of these stressors. Maybe it's from the lack of sleep? The first thing that he does is turn on his lamp on his bedside table so he can have a proper look at her. And what Harry sees immediately is her purple-blue under eyes, the tears staining her cheeks and her sad but really cute red nose.
"Y/N, honey, c'mere." They're both sitting up at this point and y/n crawls up onto Harry's lap and hugs him. "Take deep breaths for me, yeah? Only gonna make yourself more miserable and tired for tomorrow."
He rubs her back and then switches to playing with her hair, that's what calms her and usually it's a recipe for sleepiness. He doesn't do it for too long because he still has to make sure she's not up all night worrying about situations that haven't happened yet. Sniffling is a good sign, it means that y/n has settled down enough for her to really listen to what Harry has to tell her. A little trick he's learned, instead of trying to get her to understand where he's coming from when she's too stressed to think of another perspective.
Harry breaks the silence, "Y/N, could you look at me please? There ya go, hi darling." He smiles warming, looking into her eyes with so much reassurance it almost seems impossible. "I know that you haven't been getting much sleep the last few weeks and it might be hard not to see this, but I promise you that our baby will not hate you. You wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you are the most caring, compassionate, and loving person that I have ever known and probably will ever come to know. Whatever the situation or punishment might be, you will be doing it with the pure kindness that is in your heart. Like you've taught me, what comes with mistakes also comes with great lessons, and I've made many. You'll have nice long conversations with our boy about what's right and wrong, and you'll teach him in a way that isn't demeaning or make him feel like every little thing he's done wrong is the worst thing he could ever do. He is bound to mess up and get in trouble with his Mum and he might get extremely mad at you, but I can already tell that he will have the same heart as you. He will never be angry for long and will come running back, telling you that he loves you.
"You won't let yourself break him, or let him anywhere near the pain you've gone through. You're taking care of yourself by going to therapy, yeah? Don't worry about all these future "what if's" y/n. I know it's easier said than done but let's just try to focus on the present. We can figure all of that stuff out when it comes to it. For now, let's take advantage of when he's this small and young, because we might be wishing he'd stay a baby."
They both giggle at that last part, it seems like they're having a hard time now taking care of him, but both y/n and Harry know the storm of child/young adulthood is another ballgame in itself.
"Thank you Harry, for being the best husband. For listening to me, and helping me see things that I can't in moments like these."
"Of course, anything for you my sweet girl." He pushes a strand of hair from y/n's face behind her ear, looking into her now serene and cloudy eyes and gives her the softest kiss on her pouty lips. "I love you, and I love our precious boy that we made. If he ever happens to make you cry in the future, rest assured, love, that I'll whoop his ass, not physically but you know what I'm gettin' at."
"I do baby, I love you both so much." Y/N finally slides down and rests her head on Harry's chest just above his butterfly. "I appreciate you."
"I appreciate you too. Let's get some rest now, how does that sound?"
