etc. // hs

flashback!!!

yay I'm putting off writing the final chapter bc of exams and emotions ((::

so this is on their honeymoon lol

*Norah's POV*

Harry's voice rumbling in his torso woke me up, and his wide grin was the first thing I saw.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed, rolling his eyes as he gestured to the phone pressed to his ear. "Work."

I laughed and snuggled into his side, my cheek pressing to his expensive suit shirt while his hand stroked my arm.

"Ugh, Jesus," he groaned once he finally hung up. "I'm sorry baby, work is crazy right now."

"It's okay," I smiled. "As long as you're here, I'm happy."

He leaned down and cupped my face with his hand, his lips pressing sweetly to mine as the nice flight attendant brought us some wine.

"I'll drink for the both of you," Harry chuckled as one of his strong hands cupped my little baby bump. "How's the baby? Feeling alright?"

"The baby's fine," I rolled my eyes. "But mommy is feeling a little sore."

"Really? Where?"

"My back."

"Hm, we'll have to fix that."

"You know I read online that they have the best masseuses in the world here. The reviews said they had 'healing touches'."

"Healing touches?" Harry pouted, tightening his grip on me. "But-but..."

"Is there a problem?"

"I want to be the only one that touches your belly," he furrowed his eyebrows. "That's my little bun in the oven."

"Aw, that's so adorable," I giggled as I moved to sit on his lap. "I want to hear you say that every single day."

"What? My little bun in the oven?"

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Yes."

"Well I can say it as much as you like," he laughed, pressing light kisses on my shoulder. "Alright babe, hop off and put on your seatbelt. We're almost there."

"How long have we been on this damn plane?" I groaned as I obeyed him and clicked my seat belt into place. "I hate flying."

"I'm sorry, darling," he chuckled. "Next time I'll rent us a cruise ship, yeah?"

I pinched his arm. "Stop being a smartass."

"Only if you stop being so darn cute."

I couldn't help but giggle and he grinned as our hands intertwined, his fingers squeezing mine tightly when the plane began to descend and my discomfort became apparent on my features.

The plane landed smoothly and Harry grabbed our luggage while I stepped into the fresh air. But my happiness at feeling the warm sea breeze on my skin was cut short when I saw a familiar figure, incredibly familiar actually, standing not three feet in front of me.

"H-Harry," I called, my shaky voice seeming to disappear in the loud wind. "What is the president of the United States doing here?"

"Mrs. Norah, it's so nice to finally meet you," he greeted me in his rich deep voice. "Harry has told me so many wonderful things about you."

"R-Right back at you," I laughed nervously. "Um, let me talk to Harry for just a second, is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine," he chuckled deeply. "This is your honeymoon, after all."