"Shh, be careful," I hear Harry whisper. I smile, keeping my eyes closed as I feel a little body climb onto me.
"Daddy, she's sleeping," he whispers, my lips curving more but I try to hide it.
"Give her a kiss," Harry says, two little lips pressing against my cheek. I exaggerate fluttering my eyelashes and Dylan smiles, grabbing my hand.
"Mummy, I got you something," he whispers, my body sitting up. He moves into my lap better and I hug him back, my lips kissing his temple.
"What did you get me?" I ask, looking to see Harry biting his lower lip. He shrugs, but I know he has something to do with this.
Dylan abruptly climbs off my lap and runs out of the room, Harry leaning up to kiss him lightly.
"Good morning," he smiles, kissing my cheek after.
"Good morning."
Dylan runs back in and holds a bag, my hands lifting him back onto my lap. The bag is given to me and I playfully shake it, his lips curving as he releases a laugh.
My fingers pull the rectangular object out of the bag, my lips forming a smile. "Did you do this yourself?" I ask, his head of curls nodding.
He had decorated a frame with colors and wrote all our names on it, the picture of our family encased in the frame.
"Dyl, this is so cool," I smile, kissing his cheek.
"I got something else too," he whispers, standing up on the bed. Harry moves to sit beside me and Dylan crawls behind me, my head looking up. Something is put around my neck and Harry helps Dylan clasp it, my fingers grabbing the pendent on my chest.
A bright diamond pendent now resides beside Harry's cross, my lips parting.
Harry nods to Dylan and he walks out, my eyes flickering up to look at Harry. His shirtless torso moves and crawls over me, my nose brushed by his.
"I'm starting this week off with this. It'll increase as we go on," he whispers, my eyes closing as he sets a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
"Harry," I breathe out, unable to deal with the amount of attention he seems to be treating me to.
"You don't...you don't have to do this," I try, his hands on either side of the mattress as he leans over me.
"But I want to. We have a three year old. All we've been focusing on is him and now, I'm treating you. By what it's starting with, I hope you are getting an idea of what it's leading up to," he whispers, my eyes looking up at him. He slowly brushes his finger across my left hand, my heart beating rapidly.
"I should make breakfast," I rush, his head shaking.
"No, no. We already ate. We'll treat you," he whispers, kissing my lower lip. I slowly cup his cheek, his eyes looking into mine.
"I'm in love with you and I will give you world if I had to," he whispers, my eyes fluttering closed as he kisses the base of my neck. When his head rises, he kisses me on the mouth. Our kiss isn't long for I have to watch Dylan, but it's clearly expressed that we love each other.
Dylan and I go to the park while Harry trains, my hands pushing him on the swing. I'm startled when two hands grab my waist, but the cross tattoo on the left hand is a sigh of relief.
"Daddy!" Dylan cheers, my hands slowing Dylan's swing.
"What's up buddy?" Harry asks, lifting him up.
"Can we get ice cream?" he asks, my lips curving. Harry nods his head and kisses Dylan's cheek, grabbing my hand and walking with me to the ice cream shop.
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Fight Club (h.s.)
FanfictionShe was the shy girl in the back of the class. He was in the fight club. When opposites attract, the outcome is unpredictable.