Marigold and Daisies (H.S.)

Forty

Marigold's POV

As I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the coldness of the room. The sheets that had been warm and cozy just a few hours ago were now frigid against my skin. I shuddered, pulling the blankets closer to my body, hoping to find some semblance of comfort. I turned to Harry's side of the bed and reached out, patting the empty space blindly, hoping to feel the reassuring presence of his body. The bed was empty.

I rolled out of bed, pulling Harry's discarded shirt over my head and dragged myself to the restroom. My eyes widened when I looked into the mirror. The faint marks on my collarbone from Harry's kisses made me blush, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I was his and he was mine, and there was nothing that could change that. Flashes of last night played through my head. I bit back a smile as my fingers grazed the marks on my skin.

Normally, I'd be upset with Harry for leaving visible evidence. I wasn't though. After being apart for so long I want him to have his way with me.

Harry wasn't in the kitchen when I was done in the bathroom. The strong smell of coffee filled my nose, the coffee pot halfway full. I poured myself a cup, picking it up and heading towards Daisy's room.

Seated on the floor with his back resting against Daisy's dresser, Harry held a mug of steaming coffee in his hand as he gazed at her sleeping form. The room was dimly lit by the feeble rays of sunlight that managed to seep through the curtains.

As I tiptoed into the room, I made sure to close the door as silently as possible. Taking a seat beside Harry, I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body.

Together, we sat in silence, watching Daisy sleep peacefully. The only sounds were the gentle breathing of the sleeping toddler and the occasional sips of coffee from Harry's mug.

In this moment, there was a deep sense of peace and contentment that enveloped us. It was as if time stood still, and all that mattered was the two of us and the sleeping girl in front of us. As I sat there with Harry, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of calm and tranquility. It was a rare moment of respite in our busy lives, and it was moments like these that I really cherished.

"Good morning." He whispered, his hand falling onto my thighs immediately.

"Good morning," I sighed. "What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"I promised her I'd be here when she woke up." He said simply. "I don't want her to think I lied. Even if it's just for a second."

I knew that Harry and Daisy had a special bond, and seeing him so devoted to her only made me love him more. It wasn't just about us as a couple; it was about the way he cared for the people in his life. The way he cared for my daughter.

"Should I get started on some breakfast then?" I lifted my head. Harry shook his head.

"Let's cook breakfast together."

As if timed perfectly, Daisy began to stir in her bed, causing both of us to freeze in our spots, unsure of what to do. We held our breath, waiting to see if she would turn over and drift back to sleep. I was clear that Daisy was awake the moment she raised her hands to her eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness.

Daisy stretched her arms above her head, waking up completely before sitting up and looking over at me and Harry.

"Mommy?"

Harry and I shifted in our spots, placing our mugs on her dresser before crawling over to her bed.

"Harry." She smiled, raising her arms out in front of her for Harry. He chuckled, scooping her into his arms and pulling her out of the bed.