Anna || HS

Anna 2- CHAPTER 46

*** A/N: Reminder!! There is NO PANDEMIC according to this story. So, the Love On Tour dates for The Fine Line album are the originally planned dates. This also means I had to take some liberties with photos 'pretending' outfits were from a location that they obviously were not. Just roll with it :)

~May to June 2020~

Harry- 26
Anna- 26 (26-31 weeks pregnant)
August- 3.5
Robin- 2.5
Florence- 11-12 Months!

~May 1st, 2020: Love on Tour- Oslo~

Anna POV:

I want to be able to spend time in Norway before the twins arrive. My aunt Heidi is throwing me a baby 'sprinkle' next week as an excuse to gather all our friends and family from Norway to celebrate the new additions. So, the Oslo show tonight is actually the last show that I plan to attend before the babies arrive, which makes me really sad. The timing is just off for me to go to any of the other shows before my doctor imposed travel ban goes into place.

To make matters worse, we were advised that, at the rapidly-approaching twenty-eight week mark, not only do they want me to stop traveling, but they would like us to stop having sex, as well. First, multiple births are more complicated, in general, but baby A's placenta (our little girl) is laying somewhat low, which hopefully will continue to be a non-issue, but they don't want me to do anything that will increase the risk of bleeding at the end of pregnancy. That means no sex and no strenuous exercise.

Poor Harry. I just started feeling better, nausea-wise. After months of an already slim sex life, compared to our usual volume and frequency, we get back in a groove and then this. Thankfully, for me, I'm not yet experiencing the same 'urges' I usually do at the end of my pregnancies, so taking sex away is not going to wreck the next few months for me like it undoubtably will for him. Though, to be fair, we have to be in the same country to have sex and unfortunately that's not going to happen much before the twins arrive, either.

"Good morning, darling," Harry says, peppering kisses up the back of my neck, moving my messy ponytail to the side. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," I hum, stretching my body against his, feeling his hands rake over my skin. Marit and Viv have a few days off, being that we are in their home country, so we are staying in the guest at Heidi and Erik's house. Oma, Mom and Heidi have been more than happy to take on watching the kids while Harry and I lose ourselves in each other, needing this extra time together to get us through the next couple months. "Once you finally let me go to sleep."

His smirking lips are plump against mine. "Can you blame me? You finally get your 'appetite' back, just in time to leave me," he whines. "Not to mention I'm being cut off soon."

"I am not the one cutting you off," I clarify before adding, "and your cock got us into this whole situation, so..." I say and he starts to attack my body with kisses and wandering hands. I laugh at his assault and try to slip out from underneath him, but I have a feeling that he has no intention of letting me out if his this bed anytime soon.

"My cock would like to get in more trouble," he teases, slipping my underwear off, so that we are both back to completely naked. He kisses a trail down my spine, his hands wrapping around my frontside caress my breasts until his kisses reach my lower back. Then, his hands move to my clit as his body returns to flush against my backside. "Is this good?" he asks, questioning the position. A twin belly has been interesting to work around, but this is one of my current favorites. I nod and he kisses my shoulders as he easily slides inside, pleasuring me through two orgasms before the alarm on his phone forces us to get out of bed.

"No," I whine and he smiles, leaning down to kiss me as he stands up, still partially erect.

"And here I thought I was the one who couldn't get enough." He walks into the bathroom to turn the shower on. I sit up in the bed, pulling the blanket up to hold over my breasts, pouting. "We can continue this later, love," he says, leaning over and crawling up the bed just long enough to kiss away my pouty face, "but, I really do have to get ready unless you want to deal with Jeff?" He doesn't wait for my response because he already knows my answer.