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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January
"What do you mean you're already a year old?" Catalina teared up for, possibly, the hundredth time in the past few hours. Arlo sat in her lap facing her, his hand gripping her pointer finger as they sat on the bed in the master bedroom.
"Catalina," Harry walked in with a sigh, "Again?" Harry shook his head, fighting the laughter that wanted to come out as he watched his wife. "This is probably the twentieth time you've cried this past hour," he pointed out making her glare at him.
"Piss off, Harry. I'm allowed to be emotional," she sniffled.
"Not every second of the day," he murmured under his breath as he walked into the en-suite.
"What was that?" Catalina perked up. Harry widened his eyes at the fact that she heard him when he thought she didn't. When he didn't say anything, he heard her say, "Thought so."
Catalina had been acting a bit crazy lately, not only because it was her son's birthday, but because they were having a small party at their house. It wasn't a thing big, but she had to triple check everything, she cooked most of the food, though, Harry helped her cook. Plus, she also baked a cake and decorated it herself.
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A while later, the house was lively and full of people who were enjoying the food and the music that quietly played in the background. Most them were their closest friends and relatives, but Catalina had invited three mums from the mummy and me class she attended with Arlo once a week.
"Do you ever wear your own clothing line?"
Currently, Harry was in the kitchen, mingling with one of the husbands while Catalina was chatting with Gemma and Eleanor, Arlo glued to her hip.
"Mate, of course," Harry laughed. "What kind of designer would I be if I didn't wear my designs?"
"Fair enough," answered Andre as he took a sip of his beer. "When my wife found out that Catalina was married to you, she wouldn't shut up for a week, she's a huge fan of yours."
"Sick," Harry beamed, "Which one is she?"
"You see the woman with the really colorful cardigan force feeding the kid who's on the verge of bursting into tears?" He pointed them out and Harry followed his gaze towards the backyard. Sure enough, he was met with the sight of a semi short woman in a long dress wearing the colorful cardigan Andre mentioned trying to feed the child sat in her lap. "That's Lisa and her kid, Frank."
