My Sunflower *h.s*

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Molly

"Should we have brought her with us?"

I finally voiced the thoughts that have been swimming in my head since we got here.

I peeked out at Harry laying on the bed, his eyes closed.

"Hmm, who?" He slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep before recognition swept across his face. "Oh, no baby, it's better she's home."

I sighed, turning back to the mirror to finish up my makeup. I heard the duvet rustle and then the soft padding of feet on carpeting before Harry appeared behind me.  He walked up and set his chin on my shoulder, looking at me through the mirror. 

"Are you okay?" His eyes were soft, his hands coming to rest on my stomach, tracing shapes with his fingers. 

I nodded, keeping myself busy with the makeup in my hands, swiping a brush through my blush pallet. "Yeah." 

"Are you feeling guilty again?" He kept his face and voice soft, like he wasn't judging me, but simply asking. I shrugged, setting my blush down and grabbing the highlighter. "Have you talked to your therapist about it?"

I nodded, "mhm, she said it was a normal feeling."

"That's good. What else did she say?" His chin was still resting on my shoulder, his eyes softly trained on mine as I continued to get myself ready for our day. 

"She said a lot of mom's feel that way, and that my PPD and PPA could be playing into it as well." I paused, looking for my eyelash curler and waiting to see if he was going to say anything. Once it was clear he was waiting for me to continue I spoke again, "She told me to just remind myself that she's safe, and happy. And that even if I'm busy outside of Belle, she's still happy."

He nodded, his lips curling into a small smile. "That's good advice." I hummed, working on my eyeshadow. "I'm gonna go get dressed." I finally met his eyes, giving him a nod as he pressed a kiss to my cheek and disappeared back into the bedroom. 

It wasn't much longer until Harry and I were in the car, being driven to the SNL studio. Harry was beyond excited; I was too to be honest. SNL is amazing, and it's even better when your boyfriend is the host and musical guest. 

After a little bit of traffic, we finally reached our destination, Harry being immediately rushed off to god knows what and I was shown the green room where I was told to relax and hangout until the show. 

I grabbed a water and made myself comfortable on a couch, pulling out my phone and finding the contacts. I debated calling Sarah, but I had called her not too long ago and she assured me Belle was fine. 

I don't want to annoy her with my constant calling. 

I decided to call Erica instead. We haven't spoken in a while, both of us being busy with life. 

"Long time no see, baby."

I laughed at her tone of voice, somewhere in between an attempt to be flirty and funny. 

"Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good! Just busy wrapping up school before thanksgiving." 

"Oh my god! I forgot to ask you! Do you have plans for thanksgiving?" I mentally face palmed, annoyed at myself for letting it slip my mind. 

"Not currently, my parents are going on a European cruise without me. Yes, I'm very upset about and yes they are aware of how upset I am." I laughed at the pout coming through the speaker on the phone, her voice sounding like a pissed off toddler.