One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

07 ~ Starting To Show

Harry ~ "Darling? Y/N?" You heard Harry call, and then the door slam shut.

"I'm in the bedroom!" You yelled, hoping that he could hear you. You continues to comb through your hair, which was knotted from walking around in the windy city streets this afternoon with Gemma. You were in your bathrobe, the shower running and steaming up the mirror.

"You in there, love?" Harry asked from the other side of the door as he lightly tapped his knuckles on the wood.

"Yeah, you can come in if you like." He opened the door and began to unbutton his shirt, smiling at you. "How was your day at the studio?"

"Great, I got a lot done." He spoke, watching as you repeatedly ran a comb through your hair.

"Thats good. Anything I can hear yet?"

"Not quite ready yet, but soon. I promise. Now give me a kiss." He turned your face towards his, and quickly pressed his lips to yours. You put the brush down on the counter, you lips staying connected, and turned so your body was pressed against his.

"I've missed you," you mumbled against his lips. You bit down on his bottom lip lightly, tugging at the plump skin then letting it snap back. Harry moaned at the feeling, his hands grabbing at your bum over your fluffy robe. He pouted as you pulled away from him, but you placed a kiss on his cheek to let him know this would be continued later.

"Why don't you take a shower, and I'll put something in the oven for dinner and get in after you're done?" You offered, starting to walk out of the bathroom. He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and making you laugh.

"Or..." he began, peppering your face with kisses, "you could jump in the shower, I could go get a drink, and then I join you. We can go out for dinner; I don't want you fussing tonight." He had managed to take control of the situation, and it was his turn to tease you. He placed slow, open mouthed kisses down your neck, making you weak in the knees. After almost two years of being married, he still had the ability to take control over your body, and you still had the power to make him unsteady with just the right touches. Nothing in your marriage had died down, not even a little bit.

People say there's a short honeymoon phase during the first few months, and then you get into the 'real' marriage. But with you and Harry, that spark people longed for never left.

"Can we go to my favorite place?" You managed to ask, your words trembling as he sucked lightly on the skin just below your ear.

"Of course, my beautiful girl," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. "Get in the shower. I'll be back in a minute."

He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You untied the string on your robe and let it drop to the floor. You stepped into the shower, the steam calming you, and shut the glass door behind you. The water hit your skin, the heat relieving some of the tension in your muscles. Any tension that the water couldn't relieve, Harry surely would.

You flinched when music began to play over the speakers: Fleetwood Mac, one of your's and Harry's all time favorite artists. He must've turned it on from the main sound system in the lounge. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself the enter a heavenly state. The music and the steam was so soothing. You heard the door open suddenly, but refused to open your eyes. You could hear Harry's clothing dropping to the floor, the button on his jeans hitting the tile floors with a clank.