birds // hs

11. Rolling in the Sheep *

"Come on, darling. The petting zoo won't be open forever."

I shoved a few more diapers into James' cute little bag and tried to smooth my hair back into its ponytail. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, sweetheart," Harry grinned as he bounced James gently on his hip. "Give me the bag and I'll put this big guy in the car. Just come out when you're ready."

"Okay, thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. See you in a minute."

He took James' bag and I quickly got into some leggings and a T-shirt, the best I could do after I had been feeling sick for the last week.

The doctor had given me some muscle relaxants for my achy back and decongestants for my nose and throat but I still felt like crap. But since it was a beautiful Saturday morning and the February air was crisp and cool, Harry and I set our alarms for seven o'clock so we could wake up early and take James to a petting zoo.

"Ready?"

I kissed Harry on his plump lips and smiled. "Yes."

He put the car in drive and backed out smoothly. "Is it weird that I'm kind of excited for this?" I asked as the red and yellow trees whizzed past the window. "I haven't been to a petting zoo since I was like thirteen."

"That's only eight years ago," he chuckled, kissing my knuckles softly as I scowled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But it's a fact."

"I wish you would stop bringing up my age," I huffed in annoyance. "I don't talk about yours."

"Yes you do! You just called me old last night."

"Your hip popped out of place while we were having sex!"

He glared at me. "That was the first time that has ever happened to me, and I thought we promised never to speak of it again."

"Okay, okay. My lips are sealed."

He opened my door and I smacked his cute little butt as I passed him to get James, which just made him roll his eyes. He was such a buzzkill sometimes but I still loved him, very very much actually.

"God, it's cold," he grumbled as I held our tightly bundled little James close to my own body. "Are you cold?"

"A little bit, yeah. But I'm okay."

He shrugged off his outermost jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "Here."

The leathery black material smelled like him so I clung to it even tighter; and even though the sleeves were about four inches too long for my arms, I still wore it with pride.

Harry was dressed in a flannel and some dark jeans, with a beanie covering his dirty curls and sunglasses over his tired eyes. Since I had been so sick and Harry was the type of partner to sympathize, he had been awake every minute I was.

I begged him to sleep, I even gave him as many sexual favors as I possibly could right before bed so maybe he would fall asleep. But it never worked. As soon as I was at the toilet he was right behind me, holding my hair and rubbing my back while whispering comforting words in my ear.

"Look- goats!" I exclaimed excitedly as James squealed and kicked his chubby little legs. "Do you want to see the goats, little James? You love goats don't you? Just like your momma, yes you do."

"You're crazy," Harry laughed deeply. "Our child is going to grow up thinking his mother loves goats more than him."

"Well it's true, isn't it?" I cooed, pinching James' adorable little muffin top. "Mommy loves the goats, doesn't she?"