Hunger

December (part 4)

On Christmas morning, Harry woke Frankie by pulling her into his arms and kissing her neck. 

"Merry Christmas," he whispered as he rested his hand on the lower part of her stomach. 

"Merry Christmas, my love," she whispered back. 

Harry kissed her shoulder and let his hand slowly wander up her torso, landing on her breast. Frankie drew in her breath sharply when he cupped her breast in his hand, her nipple tender. "Does it hurt?" Harry lifted his hand immediately.

She shook her head and looked back at him. "No, it's just a little tender." 

He carefully put his hand back and leaned closer to kiss her lips. His excitement was obvious, so Frankie put her hand on top of his boxers, and stroked him gently. His breathing changed immediately, as he pressed himself against her hand. Frankie smiled against his lips, and upped her tempo, as he kissed her hungrily, his tongue soft against hers. He let his hand glide down between her legs, and slipped under her panties, finding her sensitive spot. She let out a moan of pleasure, as he matched the movements of her hand. 

"Pause, love." He whispered when he was just about to come. She didn't want to stop, but he slid under the covers, and pulled down her panties. Then he finished what he had started using his tongue. She came undone so quickly, he hardly had to touch her. Harry chuckled under the covers, and popped his head out. "That was quick!" 

Frankie covered her eyes and laughed, embarrassed by how quickly she had climaxed. She gestured for him to come out from the covers. 

He slowly and gently moved up on top of her. "Is this okay?" He whispered. She nodded, and locked her legs around him, making his thrusts deep. He didn't last long either, making it the perfect Christmas morning quickie. It was the fear of missing out on something like that, that had made Frankie skip her pill break and continue straight into the next cycle.

They showered together and decided to wear the ridiculous, matching Christmas pyjamas that Anne had bought them. Frankie was thankful that Anne had known what size to get her. She suspected that Harry might have told her.

Their Christmas tree was decorated with care and attention to detail. Strings of twinkling lights adorned the branches, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the room. Tinsel and garlands added a touch of sparkle, and a shining star graced the top. Underneath the tree, carefully wrapped gifts were nestled. There were a lot of gifts. They spilled out from beneath the tree. Some gifts were large and elaborately wrapped, while others were small and neatly tucked into colorful gift bags. Frankie felt silly, because very few of them were from her. She bought Harry a couple of things, but they were small, sentimental gifts, and judging from the spillage of gifts under the tree, he had bought her many things. There were gifts from their families and friends as well. 

Harry prepared a nice brunch for them to enjoy as they opened gifts. In the meantime Frankie snuck off to pee on a pregnancy test and wrote a card to Harry. She felt nervous as she sat on the toilet and waited for the test to show the result. She had used one of the digital ones, and as she waited for it to show the result, she suddenly felt nervous it might not be true at all. What if the test she had taken at Abi's flat had been a fake positive? She held her breath as she waited for the test to stop flashing to show what she hoped it would say. She heard Harry call for her, but at the same time the test flashed the result. 'Pregnant 2-3'. She felt so relieved she almost cried,  she hadn't known she wanted to be pregnant so badly. Harry called for her again, and she hurriedly packed the test into a gift bag, and went downstairs to eat brunch and open gifts. 

He had bought so many things for her. He smiled shyly every time she opened something, and it was clear to her that he had put a lot of thought into things. He had bought her books she had spoken of, albums she wanted to listen to, paintings and photos by her favourite artists. He had bought her funny little sentimental things, like t-shirts with funny quotes. Frankie laughed loudly when she opened a gift with a t-shirt that said "Don't talk to me unless you're Niall Horan". She shook her head at him, and kissed him.