Something Greater (Something Great 2)

Chapter 69

Jen's POV

Six weeks had passed, and Harry had gotten the all clear for his accident wounds. He was feeling better, he was a lot more active, and insisted he could start running around more often now, since my ability to do anything was getting weaker.

I was going on maternity leave this week, meaning I could spend more time with him. I didn't know how well this was going to work out, this was the first time we would be together for a long period of time, with neither of us having work. I guess it was a good test for our relationship to see how well we lived together.

I didn't know what he did during the day while I was at work. Some days Angus was home so they would do whatever it is they did, while other days Niall was over, since he had decided to stay in Melbourne with his family during their time off from the band.

They said they were working on the new album together, sending over demo's and doing what they could while they couldn't get in the studio, but I didn't know exactly how much work was being done before I got home each time, and saw them busy on the Xbox playing some soccer game.

I did love having him here with me, it was just going to take some getting use to having him around twenty four seven. We fought over little things like him leaving the toilet seat up, and leaving a dirty dish in the lounge after I asked him to put it in the sink. His little bad habits usually didn't bother me, but these hormones made it impossible for me to let things slide now.

Another thing that was playing on my mind lately was the lack of intimacy between us. Weeks ago he would try to initiate something, but I always forced him off, telling him it would hurt his recovery. He eventually stopped trying until last night I tried to get him to touch me, he did for a while until he suddenly pulled back.

He didn't give an explanation other than he was tired, and not in the mood to do anything that night. It was so sudden, and it surprised me because he always wanted me in that way, he'd never just stopped like that and declared he was tired. I didn't bring it up with him, but I was upset over the whole thing.

Maybe he didn't find me attractive anymore...I was quite large, everything was swollen, maybe my weight gain on top of the pregnancy was putting him off. Maybe he was falling out of love with me...I didn't know, but something wasn't right, but I didn't want to ask him what was wrong, because I didn't want to know the answer.

It was late, I was ready to head to bed and I was hoping he was too. Maybe if I tried something again he would respond better to it tonight, and all my paranoid thoughts would disappear. Maybe I was just so used to him complimenting me everyday, I was just missing our constant desire to be all over each other. Maybe the honey moon phase was over.

Still though, the flame between us was starting to fizzle out in the bedroom, so I had to try and keep it burning. Maybe I had to make the extra effort for once, I just hoped he didn't reject me.

"Babe, are you coming to bed?" I stood in the doorway of his little studio he had set up. He was sitting on the couch playing his guitar, humming along to a new tune I hadn't heard before. He stopped when he saw me, and placed his guitar down.

"Yeah, do you need anything? Tea or whatever?" He asked me like he did every night.

"No I'm fine, I just want you," I held my hand out to him, and he smiled taking my hand, leading us to our room.

We got ready and hopped into bed, and I wasted no time in trying to initiate something between us. He pulled back from my kiss, slightly pushing me away.

"Not tonight baby, I'm pretty drained. I had a big writing session today, my minds just all over the place," he declined my attempt at trying to keep our sex life alive...again.