muse. | h.s. one-shots

the deal. - part four

sooooo apparently i can't say goodbye to these two lol so here we go AGAINNNNN

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"Harry." Claire smiled as she sat up against the headboard.

He walked in with a shirt and checkered pajama pants on, his hair a little disheveled and his eyes tired, "Hm?" He closed the door and fell face first on the bed with a groan.

Claire giggled at the sight and held her palms on her bump, "She's kicking again?"

Harry immediately lifted his head, wide awake, as he clambered closer to Claire. His hands hovered over her skin as he glanced at her, "Can I?"

"Of course." She dreamily smiled, "You don't have to ask. She's yours."

"Yeah, but it's your body." He shrugged, biting his lip before carefully placing his palms down. Claire exhaled in comfort at the warmth of his hands and held still, a small smile spreading on her lips when she felt movement. Her eyes flicked up to Harry's - who was mirroring her happy expression.

"You feel that?" Claire whispered. Harry chuckled as he eagerly nodded, moving his hands around gently, "Mhm. Wow - she's strong."

"Yeah." Claire breathed, "Just wish she could... calm down. Does she not know it's late and that I need to sleep?" She joked.

Harry smiled again, getting a bit more comfortable. He reached for the bottle of lotion on Claire's bedside table, quickly spreading some on her skin as he used his hands to gently rub it in, "I can't wait to meet her." He murmured.

Claire felt the lump in her throat as she nodded, "Me neither." She affectionately cupped Harry's jaw, "I hope she looks like you."

"You think I'd make a pretty girl?" Harry teased and Claire threw her head back in a giggle before gasping slightly at how roughly their baby was moving around in her tummy. She tensed slightly and Harry frowned, "Shh, squish. 'S all fine. Don't hurt mummy, yeah?" He softly spoke.

It had to be one of Claire's favorite things, the way Harry spoke to her bump. He did it often - every chance he got, really. He had done it since they found out they were pregnant, and he did it more and more as her bump grew and their little squish developed.

Claire should've known he'd be incredible. She witnessed it with Finn and Atlas, of course, but also she witnessed it before their baby girl was even born. Harry was an amazing father. He was born for the part and he was so caring, so gentle and so present the entire time.

"Did the boys go to bed alright?" Claire asked. Harry hummed, "Yeah. They asked me to give you another kiss." He straightened up a bit and Claire giggled when he bumped his nose into hers. He kissed her cheekbone on the left, "That one's from Finn." He whispered before moving onto the other side and kissing her other cheek, "And that one's from Atlas."

"Thank you." Claire grinned with tired eyes. Harry smiled slightly and then pressed his lips on hers, lingering on the touch, "And that's from me." He spoke against her mouth.

"Hmm." Claire hummed, "You can give me more of that."

Harry playfully smiled as his stomach swirled with butterflies, staring into Claire's eyes, "Yeah? You want another one?" He softly pecked her top lip and Claire chased him, pulling him down slightly, "Yes. I want a lot more actually."

He chuckled, "One of those moods again?"

"Always." She breathed, "I swear, I don't know what this kid is doing to me but..."