2--just noticing

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Chapter two

The past week, harry stays with me at what used to be our house. It was nice to have him back...he moved out when he found out Eleanor was pregnant.

I walk in the living room, and see harry bottle feeding Lucas . He didn't even notice I walked in. Harry is to focussed on lil Lou. I smile and lean on the back of the couch near the two.

Harry looks up at me, shocked that he didn't see me before. Our eyes lock, and It seems his green eyes are brighter....and more....beautiful....Harry smiles and says;

"You wanna feed 'em Lou?" I nod.

"Yes, please..." I walk around the couch and sit down, harry hands me Lucas and I get him in my arms, then Harry hands me the half empty bottle. I start to feed with and look down at my beautiful baby boy. He had my eyes that's for sure, but Eleanor's nose. He was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Harry wraps his arms around my shoulders and I lean a little into him. This....feels.....right.

Me feeding Lucas, him really quiet for once, and harry holding me....this feels....great.

I look up at Harry, to see if I could tell if he feels it too. From the smile on his face, and how his green eyes instantly lock with mine, meaning he was already looking at me, answers my question clearly.....he feels it too.

My eyes go down to his lips...they look so kissable-the sound of that little click of the nipple, meaning the bottle was empty made me look down at Lucas. I took the bottle away, and began to burp him. I pat him on the back 'till he burps.

Harry graves Lucas and perfectly holds him in his arms. I smile at how cute they was...how cute harry was....I don't know why I didn't notice before....but harry.....was.....adorable.

Harry rocks Lucas, until he falls asleep in his arms. I lay my head on harrys shoulder and shut my eyes

"Go to sleep Boo...you need it..." I smile and whisper a small

'Ok'

.....Whats with me noticing all these things about harry today? ......I must.be loosing it....

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