Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

40.) Honesty

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"I'm here, pumpkin. Mumma's here," you cooed against Darcy's ear, rocking her gently around the nursery as she cried out in frustration. She'd been in the late stages of her teething, her first birthday around the corner. She had no other choice but to cry out in pain, her face buried in your neck as she babbled.

"I know, I know," you sighed softly, stroking her hair gently as you paced back and forth slowly. "Mumma's trying to make it go away, I promise." You pressed a kiss to the top of her head before making your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, reaching in the fridge to pull out her cold pacifier. You slipped it between her lips before she quickly began sucking, her body relaxing against your chest.

"That's better, yeah?" You looked over at the time on the stove, a sigh escaping your lips. '3:12," it read. The house was dark, the only light coming from the foyer as you made your way back upstairs to her nursery and settling down on the rocking chair. "Let's get you back to sleep, baby," you watched as she looked up at you, her eyes beginning to droop before she finally drifted off to sleep.

You were gentle with settling her back into her crib and kissing the top of her head before making your way out and back into the bedroom down the hall. Harry had been in the same spot you left him an hour ago; his face buried into the pillow as he laid on his stomach, his bare back exposed to you before you climbed in beside him. His arm took its usual place around your waist, pulling you towards him as he stirred.

"She okay?" His voice was raspy and his eyes were still closed, his head buried into your shoulder. You nodded, turning so your back was against his chest as you relaxed into him.

"Yeah," you yawned, closing your eyes as you pulled the duvet closer to your chest. He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear in a sweet gesture before the light snores began to fall from his lips, ultimately setting you back into slumber.

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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, your hands coming up to rub your face. The sun was just beginning to peek its rays into the bedroom before you found your husband strolling into the room with a grin on his face.

"Good morning," he climbed back into his spot, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close.

"Morning," you pressed your head against his chest. "Why're you up so early? It's not even seven." He cuddled down further, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

"Darce was being fussy so I soothed her back to sleep," his fingers began to trail up and down your arm softly. "That means we're good for about another hour," he leaned down, splaying kisses across your jaw and pecked your lips, a smirk on his face.

It'd been a couple of days since you'd both been intimate; between his work schedule and planning for Darcy's birthday, you hadn't been able to find the time. And as much as you wanted to, you'd felt so sleep deprived from being up with Darcy the past few nights.

"Mm, now?" You whispered, your eyes closed as he trailed his kisses down your neck.

"I don't see why not?" His eyes met yours in eagerness, excitement shining through them. You didn't have it in you to say no; all you could do was nod before he continued his trail down your neck. He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side and onto the floor before making his way down your bare chest.

It wasn't long until the both of you were naked, his lips on yours as his hands caressed every inch of your skin. He didn't waste anytime before pushing into you, a groan escaping his lips.

"Okay?" He whispered, his forehead pressed against yours before his eyes met yours. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continued to push deeper into you. A moan escaped your lips, your eyes closing in pleasure as he began to pick up the pace.