On Tour [HS]

Thirty

Love On Tour

Waking up in the warmth of my childhood bedroom is a feeling I'll never quite get over. The way it feels so blissfully different to being a child, the childlike energy seems to forever remain behind the walls. Almost as if the small girl that grew up here never actually left, that a part of me was splintered off and just decided to reside in the room in the hopes of clinging to the innocent ways of being a child.

I was constantly tucked up in here, I spent all my time either huddled up in bed reading a book or doing homework with Harry's help. He was always the intelligent one out of us both and considering we shared practically every class he was always ready to give me a hand so we'd both pass any tests and continue to be in the same lessons together. The mental image of the two of us sitting across from each other on this very bed sharing notes as we revised for exams together, listening to soft music and relishing in the other's quiet company.

This small bedroom holds so many memories that I'm surprised the walls are bursting ready to explode. It's impressive how much joy a simple space brings my soul and that just being encased with its warmth brings it. I don't know how it's managed to keep such a homey feeling after ten years of being practically unused, it's impressive for my little room.

With a gentle exhale, I roll from my back onto my side to find two beautiful sleeping faces. A smile curls up onto my lips instantly, the warmth in my heart intensifying as my two favourite boys lay fast asleep cuddled up together beside me.

Romeo must have snuck in here because he wanted to sleep in Auntie Lou's bedroom last night, tucking him up under her floral sheets while the same strong scent of lavender filled the space that comforted me to no end. Harry and I read him a book and stayed until he drifted off, kissing his little forehead before heading over to my childhood bedroom.

He must've gotten lonely in the night and crept in here to be with us, I didn't feel him climbing into our bed and wiggling between our bodies. It has a bigger smile on my face seeing the way Harry snuggled up to him, tattooed arms curled around our little boy and both their heads of curls are wild and messy with sleep.

My eyes search for similarities in their faces even though biologically there won't be something to satisfy my need, I hate being reminded that Romeo and Mabel aren't biologically his children and I keep finding myself desperate to see something the same.

Their curls.

I have always had straight hair my entire life, Eloise's was fairly curly and so is my mother's but I took a lot more genetics from my father, I clearly have the genes for curly hair patterns but neither I nor Lucas had them yet I gave birth to two curly haired babies.

Harry has curls, I always admired the prettiness of his full head of hair. Both our children, especially Romeo who has such thick blonde curls, could technically have inherited Harry's hair even if biologically there's zero way of that happening. I'll believe it for peace of mind.