You check your phone for what seems like the hundredth time that night, watching as the hours pass by. You were meant to be sleeping ages ago, like your husband who fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow but here you were wide awake at 3:56am. You had managed to wiggle yourself out of Harry's grip and now were sat up against the headboard. Sighing, as your hand went to rub soothe circles on the sore spots where your son was kicking relentlessly from. Being eight months pregnant meant that your baby was very active and it was obvious by the way he went crazy in your stomach and kept you up most nights. It also meant he was very big hence why you got such bad back aches and sore boobs.
Apparently Harry did the exact same thing when Anne was pregnant with him. Like father like son, eh? He was already a mini Harry and although it made your heart content and put a smile on your face, you sometimes couldn't help but wonder and worry about the kind of mischief, like his father, the little bub will get up to.
You honestly thought you'd have a good nights sleep from the way you were exhausted right before you got into bed and Harry playing with your hair definitely helped but it wasn't what you needed as you were clearly still wide awake.
You sighed again, getting back into bed and turning so that you were now facing Harry. You knew waking him should be the last resort but with the frustration coursing through your veins and tears threatening to spill you knew it was finally time to wake him so he could help in some way.
Your hand left your bulging belly and went to softly play with Harry's messy hair. "Babe, wake up please" you softly whisper, finger now threading through his hair making him softly shift in the bed and hum contently, leaning towards your touch.
"Harry, please" you speak again this time a bit louder, hand now leaving his face and resting on his cheek, you softly stroke it, feeling the stubble he was growing out. He wanted to look more like a 'dad' and thought a beard would help. You were 100% sure you pissed yourself a little from laughing the first time he told you this.
You feel his shift underneath your palm again and as your eyes meet his, they're now opened, well he was squinting but hey, same thing. He grunts making you giggle, diverting your attention from the cruel back ache you had and the feeling of your ribs basically getting crushed by your baby.
"What's wrong love? Is it time?" Harry asked, accent thick and voice deep, if you weren't in pain you'd jump his bones right then and there. He looked sexy with his flushed cheeks and messy bed head.
You could tell the man was still half asleep as you still had a month left till you were due to give birth. "I've been trying to sleep for a while now but I-I just can't" you reply, voice now cracking indicating that you were going to cry. Hormones. They're crazy. One minute you're laughing and the next you want to curl into a ball and cry but then you remember you can't really curl into a ball due to your belly and that just makes you want to cry even harder.
"Hey hey hey, I'm sorry. You should've woke me up before" he comforted, his large hand going to your back to pull you into him as close as he could get you. You sobbed into his chest as now guilt overtook, you haven't even given birth yet but already started feeling like a shitty mother.
"Come on love, speak to me. What's wrong? I want to help you" he begged, rubbing your back, his own heart breaking at seeing you so uncomfortable. This was definitely not something he wanted to wake up to, he felt horrible because technically you were in this position because of him.
"I don't know Harry. I r-really don't know. I feel like a shitty mum and my whole body is in pain meaning I can't sleep. I'm already so miserable, what's going to happen when the bub finally arrives?" You questioned, your hand clenching down on Harry's shirt as you sobbed. Not being able to help the tears that slid down your face.
"Come on love, you're not a shitty mum. Look at you, carrying our baby. You're amazing for that and this little bugger would be so grateful and happy that he has a strong mama like you yeah?" Harry spoke gently, pressing kisses to your hair after a few words. He wanted you to know that you're amazing and strong and everything a good mum is.
"Now stop your crying and turn around. I'll massage your back for you" he suggested making you nod and smile through the tears. Harry wiped at your eyes gently and then helped you turn around on the bed before sitting up himself.
His hands quickly positioned at the sore spots of your back and he started kneading away, instantly taking away the horrible pain you were in whilst leaving soft kisses at your neck.
Once you were satisfied with the massage he gave you, Harry got back underneath the covers and you let him spoon you. He pulled up the blanket over you to get you all warm and snuggled up besides him but his hands unintentionally brushed passed your sore breasts making you moan out loudly, but not the good kind.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry! I forgot about sore boobs" Harry mumbled, peppering the parts of your back that was exposed with kisses as he repeatedly said sorry, not wanting you to get emotional again.
However seeing him panic made you chuckle instead, "it's ok babe. Chill" you say, and Harry rolls his eyes because he should've seen this coming, you've been having intense mood swings lately.
"Oh darling, you're going to be the death of me" he said, voice gentle as his hands travelled down to rest atop of your belly, you place your own hand ontop of his and turn your head back so your lips could meet his in a breathless kiss.
You couldn't believe how lucky you got to not only have Harry as your husband but as your baby daddy aswell, he was so amazing and taking your mood swings, hormones and everything else that changed once you got pregnant like a champ!
"Wait till the baby comes then" you joke, leaning into Harry's embrace as you closed your eyes. Finally feeling somewhat sleepy again.
"Talking about that little bugger, I've got something to say to him" you husband said, voice in a teasing tone as he lifted himself up from behind you so he could see your belly more clearly. You don't know what he was about to say but you were already a giggling mess, knowing it was going to probably be something stupid.
"Ok, hey you little bugger. I am once again asking you to stop making mama have these pains. Especially the boob ache, you gotta stop with that otherwise you'll have to go in timeout and I don't want to be that dad but I'd have to. Sorry but I still need my fun with mommies boobies before you show up and steal them away. Anyways, hope you're doing well in there. Love you" Harry ended the whole speech with a soft tap to you belly making you chuckle.
"Oh Harry, I think I've kept you up too long" you whisper, starting to question your husbands sanity and he only chuckles before getting back into bed and holding you as tight as he could.
"Let's sleep now before I say some next shit you'll most likely bring up in ten years time"
"Yeah, good idea"
