birds // hs

6. Scary Harry *

smuttttttttt yes

but on another hand this chapter contains some violence :((  I am very sorry in advance

"I just don't understand."

"Here, you have to distract him with a cookie, see?"

Harry huffed in frustration as I easily slid the pants over James' fat legs and then put his shirt on, all without a single fussy noise or kick.

"He just likes you more," he informed me with a sad look. "I'm second best to Miss Tittįes."

"I told you to stop calling me that," I rolled my eyes. "Now come on, we're going to be late if you don't hurry up and help me put our suitcases in the car."

"Alright, alright."

He left to get the bags and I picked up our growing James, who just turned four months yesterday.

In celebration of Harry's pay raise and my high grade in one of my really hard classes, we decided to visit my mom in Washington over Spring Break. Unfortunately, the trip would be a two-day drive by car so we had to fly.

"How am I supposed to breastfeed on the plane?"

Harry looked at me with a panicked expression. "You have to have the window seat."

"What? Why?" I laughed, strapping James into his little car seat as Harry sat waiting behind the wheel. "You love the window seat."

"Yeah but I don't want guys looking at your tįts. They're perverted and-and just gross."

"What are you even talking about?" I sighed as we finally pulled out of the driveway.

"Look, I used to see your boobs and get like painfully hard. And trust me, that still happens, but now I have a different appreciation for them so I can control myself. Other guys don't have that yet. They will see your boobs and think of sèx."

I hadn't even thought of that. But Harry was right, he did seem to have a new appreciation for my chest since James came into the picture. And I guess he was right about the window seat too.

"Fine, I'll take the window seat. I don't mind."

He kissed my knuckles. "Thank you, darling."

I sat back and listened to James make noises in the backseat the whole way to the airport, which was only ten or fifteen minutes away.

After another hour and countless searches of James' clothes and bags, we were finally able to board the plane. But of course after all that poking and prodding, he was crying. I would be too, honestly.

"That sounds like his tired cry," Harry stated with pursed lips. "Here, hand me that blanket and I'll see if he'll sleep on me."

I did as he asked and eventually James settled down enough to suck on a pacifier while other passengers filled in around us. Surprisingly enough, the seat next to us was left empty so there was little chance of a peeping Tom looking in on any nursing that might happen. I think that made Harry pretty happy.

*

"Dear god, longest flight of my life," Harry groaned as I yawned for the millionth time today. "That lady behind us sneezed nonstop for the entire six hours, I swear to god."

My mom patted my back sympathetically as my dad brought the last of the bags in, his hair still dripping wet from the pouring rain outside.

"I need a nap," I mumbled, leaning into Harry's warm side. "Come take a nap with me."

"I can handle this little guy until you're rested," my mom beamed as James began to giggle in her arms. "Has he eaten recently?"

"Yes, and there's spare milk in the fridge if he wants it."