Right From The Start -H.S. AU

8

The twins are three weeks old, and I've never been more exhausted in my life.

I think I'm healing up well, and my mental health hasn't tanked as badly as I expected. I think a big part of that is due to Harry's attentiveness. Not only of the babies, but also me.

Niall is covering the hotel effortlessly while Harry is on leave...as far as I know. I swear sometimes I hear him on a tense phone call after the kids are asleep, but he always assures me everything is fine.
Phoebe hasn't been by as much as she wants to be, because she's so busy managing the girls and making sure Victoria is doing alright in my place for now.

The first time she and Cam came over to meet them, we all were a puddle of tears. I was fine until Harry told him Elyas' full name. As soon as those two men got tears in their eyes, we were all goners. They hugged, Ly borderline squished between them in Cam's arm, and I was able to make out Harry quietly thanking his best friend for something as they embraced.

Our parents have been a godsend. They rotate coming to see us and the kids- I think Anne made them a schedule. Angela and my dad just left for the airport, so Harry and I have the house to ourselves for the week.

Harry just put the kids down for the night, and I'm laying on our bed. He left the bathroom door cracked, a new habit of ours to listen for the babies, but I'm not sure if he realizes I can see him step into the shower.

I angle my head a little to get a full view of the back of him as he steps under the water. The muscles in his back flex as he runs his hands through his wet hair and I watch the stream flow down his skin to his round ass and strong thighs. Heat spreads through me and I squeeze my legs together.

I'm not completely healed, and I haven't been cleared by my doctor yet, since the standard time is six weeks. I'm also not fucking dead. My husband is the sexiest man on the planet and I want a goddamn bite.

He turns to the side a little and I can see that he's hard as a rock. We haven't been able to have sex in just over two months, and I know he's been missing it just like I have. I fly off the bed and tip toe over to the door. I crack it a little more to poke my head in and my mouth falls open when he wraps his hand around himself, squeezing gently before he lets go. Of course I know that he relieves himself every once in awhile, since I'm exhausted all the time and still in some pain, but it's different seeing it.
It makes me want him so bad.

I quietly slip into the bathroom and strip off my clothes to join him in the shower. With his head under the water, he doesn't notice me until I wrap my arms around his torso. He jumps slightly in surprise before his hands cover mine.

"You scared me." He chuckles.

"Doing something you weren't supposed to?" I say playfully as my hands slide down his tense stomach muscles.

"Vi-" he cuts himself off by exhaling a soft moan when I wrap my fingers around the base of him, stroking lightly. "Vi, you don't have to."

"I miss you, Harry." I say softly as I place kisses on his shoulder.

He turns to face me and looks back and forth between my eyes. He hasn't once looked at me like I'm fragile, but I know that he worries about pushing me too far. If anything I want him to push more, but until I'm completely healed, I'm grateful he lets me take the lead.

"Kiss me." I say breathlessly, taking him in my hand again. He immediately leans down and presses his lips to mine. I push my tongue into his mouth and he moans softly as his hand grips the back of my neck.

The need for him grows between my legs, and it's pissing me off that I can't have him just lift me up and fuck me against the shower wall.
I plant my free hand on the tile and slowly lower myself down to my knees, kissing along his abs as I go. His breathing is erratic and the wild look in his eyes has me pressing my thighs together.