Sweet shimmery, sun kissed goodness. The Los Angeles sun shone down on your glowing skin as you cruised through the salt air-filled coast. With the convertible top off, the afternoon sun and the wind blew in your hair. Sitting next to you was Harry. In the past months of your pregnancy, Harry had been right there next to you. Every morning he would kiss you, then kiss your belly, saying hello to both his girls. He would insist on doing everything for you. He rubbed lotion on your growing belly every morning. He would even wash your body and hair in the shower. He did everything he could to make you be as comfortable and happy as you could be. Honestly, just seeing Harry's face light up every time you walked in the room and he saw your belly, your heart burst, being greater than anything anyone could ever do for you. Seeing the man you love and creating a family together was the best gift in the world.
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A new day started. Birds chirped as the sun kissed your body through the windows, exposed to the soft sheets under you. It was Sunday, your favorite day of the week. Sundays were a day for tea sandwiches and the beach, soft love making, swinging under a tree, watermelon and lemonade.
Sunday was the day of the week that Harry was always home. When you found out you were pregnant, he stopped the world for you wanting to be there for every kick and every movement. You assured him you'd call if anything was to happen and update him every thirty minutes when he left the house. You never found him annoying about his concern for you and the baby. It made your heart warm being reminded of how much he not only loved you, but wanted to care and provide for you. Throughout the week, Harry had interviews and had to go to the studio, but he never planned anything on Sundays. That was your day. Your special day when he would wake up early to make banana pancakes then sneak back into bed so you could wake up next to him, rather than by yourself.
Today, Harry had something different planned for you
Harry ran the pads of his fingers up your side and ran his hands over your belly thinking of how big the baby was. 23 weeks, almost six months, the size of a papaya.
You stirred in your sleep coming back to consciousness and felt Harry's touch. He moved his hands to your face and held his thumb at your cheek.
"Goodmorning beautiful" he kissed your nose
"goodmorning my love" you smiled sighing into his lean.
The breeze dragged the curtains into the middle of the room making your hair fly in your face. Harry brushed that hair out of your face to the back of your ear. He leaned in and kissed your head while hovering your body to reach the night stand next to you, to get the lotion.
He pulled the covers off of you and straddled your legs, pouring some cream into his unringed hands. He smothered them into his hands and brushed it onto your tummy. He smiled painting little designs into your belly. You swiped his cheek knowing this was his favorite time of day. There wasn't much spoken between you two, but you didn't have to. What made you so attracted to each other in the first place was the comfortable silence that overruled anything that needed to be said. You both loved touching and just holding each other.
"So.. I have a surprise for you today" his morning voice mixed with his accent was thick after he woke up
"really, what is it?" you played with your thumbs
"now sweetheart it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you would it?" you laughed before he tapped your belly three times and bent over.
"hello little one. your daddy is right here. remember to be nice to mummy today. i hope you slept alright babygirl" he kissed your belly three times. Three was the number he swore was the baby's magic number. She always kicked three times and the first time she kicked was at 3 pm. Harry loved playing with the three numbers and it gave him reason to do everything a little extra.
