~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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// 23 weeks pregnant//
"Look how big he is now!" I gush, taking out my phone and finding the most recent picture I have of Mosi which was taken yesterday.
The day he turned seven months old.
When he turned six months old, I didn't feel like much had changed. But yesterday when I woke up to a seven-month-old baby laying beside me, I instantly burst into tears. I spent ages just watching him sleep in between Harry and me on the bed. Harry must have fallen back asleep but he had his arms carefully holding Mosi so he was safe.
I took a picture because the two of them looked almost identical in how they were lying on the bed with their cheeks squished into the mattress.
The older he gets, the more and more Mosi looks like Harry which I adore.
"I remember him being tiny," Paul comments with a small chuckle as he zooms in on the picture on my phone. Especially zooming into Mosi's squishy cheeks.
"I know, I need him to stop growing!" I agree with a laugh. "My little baby is getting too big!"
Paul fondly smiles at me, passing my phone back as I continue to rave about every little trick Mosi can do now.
"He is so close to crawling now as well. He can hold himself on all fours and kinda rocks back and forth and he moves his hand to go but then he sort of collapses in on himself," I hum with a small grin as I have loved watching him learn. "If me or Harry hold his hands, he stands on his legs and sort of pushes up and down like he is bouncing!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!" I answer excitedly. "He loves blueberries... if I get them out of the fridge and he sees them, he claps his hands and points at them."
Paul chuckles again, shaking his head with a gradual smile. "Just like his mom then?"
"Exactly!" I grin, swiping to another picture on my phone that I took about a week ago with Amos' face stained with the purple juices of quartered blueberries.
"And what about bump?" He questions with a laugh. "Have they got a name yet?"
"No," I reply, getting straight to the point. "We have a couple in mind for a boy but only there is a whole list of girl's names that we keep bickering over. I really like Luna but Harry isn't really sure."
"I like Luna," Paul comments.
I nod, "Me too but Harry thinks it sounds too similar to Nola and I guess it's not just up to me anymore. It's strange having to try and agree with someone else. With the twins, only I had to like their names, now I need to make sure Harry likes it too."
"That is very true, speaking of the twins, how are the other two gremlins? How're they doing now? You haven't bought them in here in ages," He asks, resting his arms on the countertop between the kitchen and the bar area.
