Harry Styles and Catalina Flores have been in a relationship for almost three years. They barely fight, they adore each other, even their friends often describe them as the "perfect couple."
But how will they react when everything becomes a bit comp...
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June
Three months later...
"Harry, make sure he has enough sun lotion."
"I think he has more than enough, babe," he pointed out, noticing his son's skin was paler than usual due to all the lotion Catalina rubbed on him.
"Better safe than sorry," Catalina said to him, adjusting her black two piece swimsuit before taking Arlo out of the his father's arms.
"If we lived by that rule, Arlo wouldn't be here right now," Harry reciprocated, making his wife send a glare his way as she walked toward the ocean, Arlo glued to her hip.
"You think you're so funny."
"I'm hilarious, actually," he corrected her, catching up to her, feeling the breeze on his face.
The couple went back to Italy to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. It seemed fitting to do it in the country they both love so much and have so many wonderful memories, one of them being their wedding and not-so-official honeymoon.
Arlo was already a little over six months old. He'd begun teething, the first two bottom front teeth had come out. In the span of six months, he also began to change physically. His hair was a dirty blonde while his eyes leaned more towards being green with blue specks. Even though Catalina's skin tone was more olive-like, her son was as pale as her husband.
It was their second day under the Italian sun. Both of them decided that they would stay for a week, at the most. The day before was spent getting settled in, doing a bit of grocery shopping for the days ahead and then spending the rest of the afternoon at the beach to watch and enjoy the sunset.
"Look, Arlo," Catalina gasped at her son in excitement, "The ocean! It's so pretty, isn't it?" She was thigh deep in the water, Arlo squealing as the water touched his toes, the waves crashing into them.
Harry watched his two favorite people with a smile on his face as he entered the water with them. While Catalina was wearing a two piece black swimsuit, Harry only had dark green trunks on that went up mid-thigh and Arlo was dressed in cute, white swimming shorts with little, colorful fishies printed on them with a matching swimming shirt and a blue hat on his small head.
"Can you say mumma? Say muh-mma," Catalina enunciated the words for him. At six months old, he was babbling all kinds of nonsense. And since babies could start speaking as early as that age, Catalina made it her daily routine to teach him a couple of small words, one of them being mumma.
"No, his first word should be daddy," Harry disagreed with her.
Catalina scoffed at him."He's a mummy's boy, not a daddy's boy." She turned her attention back to her son, "Right, baby? You love mummy, not daddy." As if on cue, Arlo breaks out a grin at her, giggling softly. "See?" Catalina proudly grinned at her husband, feeling Arlo's hand gently hit her chest, letting out another squeal.
