crescent [h.s]

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Aurora Styles

The last two weeks of August went by within a blink, and suddenly it's now the second week of September, and Dove has already completed her final first week of preschool, as next September she'll be going off to big girl school.

Something she hasn't stopped reminding me of all week.

We're currently getting ready for her first ever parent-teacher meeting, to understand how much progress she has been making over the last academic year, and if we have any areas which need extra special attention from us, and at home.

Dove is staying after school with Lacey until we arrive, at a zumba class they were interested in attending this week.

Harry is running around the bedroom like a headless chicken, trying to find an outfit for tonight. You would think he's been asked on a first date again.

"Aurora, beautiful, I don't have anything to wear!" I start to laugh as I drop my towel and step into a fresh matching underwear set, sliding my arms into my bra straps as I walk over to him in the closet, "Baby, calm down, your favourite jeans are just in front of you so put those on first."

I look down at my chest as I try to hack this front clasping bra, which has detachable straps I plan on removing as soon as I've clasped it up.

Harry puts his jeans on as I'm still trying to understand how this works, it not being the standard clasps I'm used to. He tilts my chin up with his forefinger, and waves his hands in front of mine, non verbally telling me to let go as he does the new bra up for me in one attempt.

He grins as soon as the clasp clicks together, but I get a surge of pain as soon as he removes his hands from supporting my underboobs and squeezes my shoulders instead, "What should I put on next?"

I walk over to his side of the closet, rifling through his shirts and sweaters, side eyeing him as my hand pauses on a forest green and pink Gucci cardigan, "When the fuck did you buy this?"

His arms wrap around my middle from behind as he studies the item I've paused on, a smile crossing his face, "Don't think I did? I bought the pink blazer, but that must've been one of the items in the mystery bags they gave us ages ago."

At the reminder of the blazer he bought spontaneously one evening, I pull the cardigan off the hanger and immediately do the same to the blazer jacket, "This and this, you'll look smart but not pretentious. We don't need to look fancy or anything."

He's smiling at me as he covers his tattooed chest with the cardigan, his long fingers covered in gold rings doing up each button before twisting his shoulders slightly to slide the jacket over the top.

I check him out, very obviously looking him up and down, a soft smile crossing my lips as I nod, "There you go, styled by yours truly."

He leans towards me and kisses my cheek, tapping the side of my outer thigh, "Thank you my beautiful girl, your turn before I'm getting naked again and fucking you on the chest of drawers."

My eyes widen, "S-sorry what?"

He passes me the green cargos I was planning on wearing today, his brows raising, "Get dressed."

I'm speechless as I jump into my trousers, doing the button up as I watch him comb through his hair and add his curly hair moose he only adds when he can really be bothered. I haven't seen him using it much over the last 2 or 3 months.

I go back into the bedroom to find the small pink crop top I bought a few weeks ago, watching myself in the mirror as I check my bra is fully covered. It shows more boob than I was expecting, but I don't pay much mind to it and remove the straps from the detachable bra.