crescent [h.s]

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Aurora Adler

Harry's birthday.

A day I've been looking forward to since August.

The last few days, Harry has been my angel. Every day he got us to sleep by 11, the both of us only waking up for Dove's feeds, him taking her when she needed a nappy change to allow me to sleep that little bit longer.

This is Harry's last week of paternity leave, however thankfully he has a lot of overtime and paid holiday left to take, having never taken any days off for the last year and a half he's worked with Deli.

So selfishly, me and Dovey get him for longer.

I smile as I roll over, no longer having to be careful of a massive bump I have to protect, and start sponging kisses onto his shoulder, smiling against his skin as I feel his hands slide up the back of my thighs, using his leverage to pick me up and pull me directly on top of him.

His arms tighten around my waist, his right hand dipping down to grasp my thigh, humming a sound of happiness into my neck as we both start to wake up, together.

I wiggle around so I can wrap my arms around his waist, breathing softly against his chest as I breathe in his cologne that can be smelt, despite the shower we shared together last night.

I press another kiss to his chest, extending my head up to press a series of kisses up his bare chest and over his tattoos, up to his neck and finally, after he practically whines in desperation, to his lips.

I smile against his lips, breaking the kiss momentarily. That however ends when his hands raise up to my cheeks, bringing my head down and keeping me tight to him as he continues kissing me.

I go to pull back, trying to tell him happy birthday, but he just shakes his head, kissing me repeatedly as if he'll starve without it, "No talking, just kiss me."

I smirk for a split second before giving him what he wants, kissing him as if my life depends on it. I climb up his body a little more, straddling his hips as I take control, kissing him harder and harder.

The kiss deepens, our tongues brush together, simultaneous moans and whimpers coming from both of us, this being the first time we've lost control since Dove was born.

Just as I go to roll my hips, trying to start something a little more than kissing him, Dove starts whining and making noise to my right. I break the kiss with a small sigh, leaning my head on Harry's collarbone as I look at her.

Harry's fingers tickle up my spine, squeezing my hips under his t-shirt I'm wearing as I sigh with a smile, not seriously mad, "She couldn't have worse timing."

He chuckles tiredly in my ear, tapping my thighs as I raise back up so I can get her. Helping me with the lack of core strength I'm still dealing with, his hands remain on my hips as he guides me back over into his lap, Dove now in my arms.

We both smile at her, mine and Harry's hand intertwined as we support her head and neck, her eyes slowly blinking open, looking as if it took all her energy. Harry's thumb brushes under her eye and around her face, smiling wide as he bends his head and kisses her a couple times. "Morning little mango."

My heart softens at the first use of her first nickname, when she was the size of a little mango in my belly.

I joke as I kiss her lips and cheeks, pulling back with a humorous smile, "Who knew babies were such a cockblock?"

Harry cackles and muffles the sound into my bare shoulder, "You can't say that!"

I smile back to him and then to focus my attention on my Dovey girl, "She doesn't understand me!"