𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Settle Down

Tensions are on the rise between you and James as you near the end of your pregnancy, and insecurity begins to get the best of your husband — dad!farmer!james x mom!reader fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: reader is heavily pregnant, jealousy, insecurity, end is pretty suggestive

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Harry ran as quickly as his little legs could take him through the field, over to his dad and the new farmhand so he could invite them in for lemonade you had just made with the kids.

You watched the adorable sight from inside while holding your 18 month-old against your chest. It was hard to manoeuvre while heavily pregnant but Ivy loves being held, and it's so hard saying no to your little girl.

Harry ran inside first, sporting a proud grin and announcing that he had done as you asked. Since you couldn't bend down to kiss him, you patted your son on his head and poured him a glass of the lemonade you promised him for calling over the men inside.

Your son happily gulped down the drink and held out his glass, asking for a refill. You smiled and obliged his request. As you poured once again, James strode in while making an exaggerated expression of disappointment.

"You're supposed to be resting." He reminded you, as if you could forget.

"I didn't strain myself making the lemonade, and I got a helper to pass on the message to you boys outside."

James tousled Harry's hair, letting him know he was proud. "Good boy, helping your mama."

"I made the lemonade too!" Harry beamed, liquid rimming his mouth from his forceful downing of the drink.

"Yes, you did!" You turned to James, smiling smugly. "See, it's basically rest."

He frowned, disapproving of your decision to keep up with small tasks when your doctor has recommended that you spend most of your time resting until the new baby comes.

"I'm not worried, Jamie."

"Well, I am." He told you, gently taking Ivy from your arms and holding her with significantly less effort than it takes you to do the same thing. "I'm your husband, so it's my job to worry about you. Please go relax upstairs. I can't relax if you don't."

"I can't see the barn or the field when I'm in bed. I get sad without that view."

Flattery would not work on James in this scenario, but you could see that it was definitely helping. His face softened and hints of a smile were almost peeking out.

Interrupting your little moment, Jack, the new farmhand walked through the front door.

You turned away from James so you could pour the younger man some lemonade, but he interjected.

"I can get that, Miss Potter. I'm the one working for you, no need to put yourself out in your condition." Jack said, reaching for the lemonade and an empty glass on the counter.

You heard James muttering an angry "Missus" under his breath, but you chose to ignore it.

Other than the title, Jack was right. He was preaching exactly what you had been upset with James for bothering you about. But you could only be mad at James, since he was your husband and his lectures were constant.

"Isn't it good, Dad?" Harry asked happily, looking up at his father.

"It's amazing, Haz." He said, really to both you and Harry.