~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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"Is he down?" I ask, looking at Harry through the mirror as he slips into the en-suite bathroom behind me and closes the door quietly.
He's shirtless, only in the shorts that he slept in last night. After going for a run this morning, he peeled off the sweaty shirt and tossed it in the wash basket and then proceeded to walk around shirtless.
Which has not been good for my sanity.
"Yeah," He whispers. "Just about. I had to sing to get him off but I think we have about an hour or so until he wakes up."
His hands land on my hips over the top of the silk robe that is tied around my middle. Leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder, he meets my eyes in the mirror with a tired grin.
Rubbing in the last of the moisturiser I had on my fingertips, I lift my hand from my cheeks to Harry's hair, combing my fingers back through his curly locks and away from his face.
"You look sleepy."
He nods, turning his head slightly to feather a kiss against my pulse point.
"Singing to him makes me tired as well for some reason."
Grinning larger, I tuck a strand of hair behind Harry's ear and then rest my hands on the surface of the countertop by the his and her's basins. "Can I make a confession about that?"
His hands slip further around my middle, tying around my waist to pin me against his chest as he nuzzled closer. His throat vibrates when he hums in response, his green glowing morning eyes still captured by mine in the mirror.
"I find you singing to him very attractive..."
A lazy smirk stretches onto his lips, pulling the corner up as he glances up at me through his thick lashes. His reflection is a picture of smugness but he plays along with my timid nature for a little longer.
"You do?" I nod. "Why?"
I shrug, sliding my hands over his as he presses another kiss on the side of my neck. This one, however, lingers compared to the first one.
"I'm not sure. I think maybe your voice and just seeing you be a dad makes me feel something."
Kissing me again, his lips sponge more kisses that trail down the side of my neck, lingering over certain sweet spots that he knows will make me sign in gratification.
"Yeah?" He mutters against my skin.
His hot breath fans over my neck, causing a litter of goosebumps to scrub across my skin.
I nod breathlessly, having a slight inkling I know where this is going. Pinching at my hips, Harry awaits my response.
