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It's been a few weeks since we've been moved in, and as much as I love this house, it doesn't feel like home. I don't know if things feel off because of all of the new in my life, or simply because I keep overthinking things. For weeks, Harry hasn't touched me. Still. I told him how I felt and why I felt that way, and he was very reassuring but has yet do anything to help.

Listen, it's nobody responsibility to make me feel a certain way. Nobody should have to go out of their way for someone else, and as far as Harry and I go, I know I shouldn't be so co-dependent on him for making sure I'm okay and making sure I'm happy at all times. After all, I am human, and I am going to have moments where I feel like absolutely shit, and that's okay.

After spending weeks by myself basically, cooped up in this house, all alone, I have become more and more prone to overthinking.

Harry wakes up around six or seven in the morning and rushes to one of the warehouses and, as much as I hate it and have a bad feeling about all of this; he's been meeting up with his father. His father has agreed that he will make sure Liz doesn't touch a hair on my body. His father knows I'm pregnant, and I've said I don't want much information to be let out to where Liz can get it, but he does know we are excepting and does know the genders. Harry hasn't told me how he feels about any of this, he has barley talked to me really.

During our conversation during our house warming dinner, we barley spoke a single word after I agreed to do this. To follow behind them all in their plan. Once the boys left, Harry stayed up and cleaned up the place, which I was thankful for because my anxiety was high and my stress levels weren't good for the babies.

When I finished washing up in the shower and laid down, Harry still hadn't came to bed. I waited for a good hour or so, switching between watching the new season of YOU and scrolling through my phone. That was until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and ended up falling asleep while I was in the middle of editing a photo from the gender reveal party.

The morning after, I felt him next to me and checked the time. It was around five-thirty, and we had plenty of time before he had to get up to go to the warehouse. I nudged my butt against him, and let out a soft hum to get his attention. He didn't give into my needs, however, he did promise that once he got home, he'd take care of me and '"Fuck you so hard, your worst enemy will feel the pleasure.'"

But...when he had gotten home, it was around eleven p.m, and I made sure to put on some cute lingerie, a set that I wouldn't be able to fit into soon; but as he crawled into bed, his eyes were heavy and he looked exhausted. I thought maybe he would be up for sex, because it's never stopped him before. Though, I didn't want to come off as needy or annoying, so I didn't push him. I didn't ask for it or try to insinuate it. I thought maybe he'd take the matter into his hands, but, he never did. He never even commented on the lingerie.

As Monday rolled around, it was the same thing. Up at six or seven-thirty, I'd sleep in or wake up early so I could make him breakfast, and he'd never stay to eat, he'd take the food with him, thank me and leave. He never texted me throughout the day, but he did call me. He called me a few times, just to check in and ask me how I was doing and how the kids were doing, as if I would know. Assuming their well, I told him they were good.

Tuesday came, and we took a shower together when he got home. It was pretty late, it was around one in the morning, and when he asked me to join him, I was so excited, you'd think I was a kid going to Disneyland. But as we entered the shower, he kept his hands to himself and he barley looked at me. He said a few words, but that was pretty much it.