~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...
for those observing ramadan, there is smut in this chapter but I have put an asterisk (*) at the start and end of the smut so you can skip it and read the cute fluffiness instead <3
December 24th
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//10 weeks pregnant//
"Are you nervous?"
Harry nods stiffly while his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. "Absolutely crapping myself, Sunshine? You?"
"Yeah," I agree. "I'm a bit scared."
He laughs, the sort of laugh that drips with sarcasm and disbelief. "Why the fuck are we scared of two five year olds? What are they realistically going to do?"
"Cry?" I state bluntly. "Throw a tantrum? Think that we will love baby Sunshine more? Anything really..."
"Shit!" I watch as his green eyes widen. "Do you really think they're going to think we love baby sunshine more than them?"
I shrug, fiddling with the golden necklace that hangs around my neck proudly. I drag the 'R' and 'N' initials back and forth along the chain as Harry watches with a far-off glint in his eye.
"They may do. I don't really know. I haven't had to do this before. I mean with Amos, I became his mom gradually, it wasn't planned or intentional it just... happened."
Harry nods, rolling his lips in on themself as his eyes flick down to where my hand rests against the tiny, minuscule bump that is starting to grow. "Right, so what is our plan?"
"I don't know?" I frown. "You think of a plan!"
"Me think of a plan? Sun, I'm about as useful as a chocolate teapot, I can't think of a plan!"
"Do you think it is too much today? They have the excitement of Christmas tomorrow and Santa coming tonight. Mosi is four months old today and now we are going to tell them about baby Sunshine?"
"We can just say Father Christmas bought baby Sunshine..."
The two of us stand in the hallway outside of the living room where the three of our kids are watching a Christmas movie while snuggling under a million and one blankets before we start getting everything ready for Santa to visit later. Amos, of course, is probably already passed out asleep but the twins are awake because we can hear them chattering.
Suddenly, there is a high-pitched crying that has the two of us swiftly starting to bolt into the living room.
"Momma! Daddy!" Nola yells while jumping up from her spot and running to where Amos is lying in his baby bouncer. "Mosi is sad!"
"Coming Nolee!" Harry calls back, moving quicker than me to find out that Amos is just crying because he dropped his pacifier. "Is that it?" Harry grunts. "All of that over you dropping your dummy? You're a dramatic little darling, huh?"
