Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

37.) Milk machine

Harry looked quizzically at the instructions, flipping them over in his hands, looking back at the pieces of the breast pump laid out on a blanket on the floor. His eyebrows furrowing together.

"It can't be this hard," Harry muttered, picking up a couple of the tubes that were somehow supposed to connect to the pump. You were sitting in the rocking chair across from him, Darcy managing to stay asleep in her crib, despite her father's grumbling.

You bit your lip, at the feeling of your heavy, sore breasts, but Harry had insisted he put the pump together, that you needed to rest and relax, but at this point, you were so much discomfort that a part of you was considering pushing him out of the way hastily with a good shove to his shoulder and doing it yourself.

He finally figured out how the tubing connected to the pump, but then came the task of putting together the actual bottle pieces with the suction valves.

"Come on, now," he muttered, snapping a few pieces in place. "Don't they consider that people using this are sleep deprived? And can't process this much."

You laughed, the motion making your chest hurt. Maybe you shouldn't have picked right now to try out the pump for the first time.

Harry looked up at you, with an empathetic grimace. "I'm sorry babe, hold on, I've almost got it. What the hell is...?" he trailed off, holding up another piece, looking unsure.

Once he was confident in his assembly, he then had to plug it in and make sure it worked. Still holding onto the instructions for a casual glance every now and then, he flicked a few switches, jumping back a little as the machine whirred to life.

"Oh!" he mumbled, quickly as the machine began to suction. "This thing is relentless."

"Worse than Darcy," you added with a laugh.

He brought it over to you, and you gratefully slid off your shirt, being careful so your boobs didn't knock together.

Even though it was a little uncomfortable, once you got it to latch on, you sighed in relief, the soreness gradually starting to lessen, your face scrunching up a little at the sucking feeling.

Harry laughed quietly, and you couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Look at it go," Harry said, a little dryly, eyes going wide, with a playful smile. "It's really going at it."

"Shut up, don't make me laugh," you said quickly, trying to contain your laughter. "I feel like a cow."

Harry nodded. "It's hungry," Harry joked.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I feel like it's going to pull my boobs right off."

Harry's eyes widened. "Well, we can't have that," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Cheeky," you scolded playfully, tossing a nearby pillow at him.

"Should I try next?" he teased, watching the milk stream into the bottles.

You grinned, eyeing him. "Sure, should we try all four?"

Harry laughed, throwing his head back.

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