Simon cowells daughter

*one year later*

"Molie say muma" Harry cooed. The little brunette child stated at him, and then continued gargling away.

"Say dada" Harry said once again.

"Dada" she giggled.

"IT'S HER FIRST WORD! YAY!" Harry jumped around happily. "good girl mollie moo." I squeezed her cheeks and grabbed her baby book to write down her first word.

"Hey harry, maybe we should reward her with something?" I called from the living room.

He strode up next to me, all of a sudden I felt incredibly small.

"Like what babe?"

"I think a kitten!" I said hopefully.

"Sure" Harry agreed.

"Now? Pleeease?" I begged. Harry sighed and nodded in agreement.

I strapped mollie into her car seat and Harry drove us down to the local pet shop.

"So how about this one?" I asked, pointing to a little grey tabby.

I set mollie down on the floor so she could crawl around while Harry and I looked.

"This one!" He pointed to a little orange one.

"How about we let mollie choose between the two of them?" I asked.

He nodded and walked around the shop trying to find mollie.

"Mollie!" I called once I realised Harry couldn't see her.

"She's in here" the shop owner called out from a little room. Harry and I followed his voice to see mollie sitting down in a little playpen, she was crawling around with two little kittens. "Wow their so cute" Harry bent down and patted the little grey cat.

"Are these ones for sale?" I asked.

"Yeah. But their not allowed to be separated, if you buy one you buy the other" he informed. I looked over at harry, he was completely in love with the little kitten. "Sure. How much?"

"Five hundred for both"

I pulled out five one hundred dollar notes from my hand bag and handed it to the man. He carefully put the two cats in a carry cage and sent us back out to the main shop.

"Do you want a bed or food?" He asked.

"Yeah sure, just grab us two beds, a bag of food and an eating dish."

I pointed out the things I wanted, he bagged them and sent us on our way.

Harry and I didn't want the risk of me being caught by the man that had been stalking me, so we moved to Detroit. And it's beautiful.

***

"So is that everything" I asked harry. He inspected the corner of toys and beds I had set up in the living room for the kittens, he nodded approvingly.

"What are their names?"

"Snuffles for the grey one, and the brown tabby can be called moo."

"Okay mr cutiepoo." He gave me a sweet kiss before instructing me onto his lap.

The sweet kiss turned into something rough and passionate, his hands weaves under my top and under my bra. I moaned into the kiss as he squeezed gently. "I still have the same affect on you" he chuckled.

His hands pressed my body against his, our lips meeting once again. His fingers trailed up my hips, hitching my top higher as he did. He threw my top off and my bra soon followed, strewn in a pile across the room.

I did the same to him, tracing my fingers along his bare chest, his tanned muscles flexed at my touch. We kissed roughly for a while, his hands wandering over my chest, squeezing and gripping lightly. His head dipped down, sucking and biting at my neck, his lips trailed down my neck, licking at my nipple.

I groaned into Harry's curls, he gently lifted me onto my feet, pulling down my jeans and knickers. He laid me down on the couch, massaging at my hips.

He unzipped his jeans, releasing his throbbing length.

I rubbed at his size a few times before he entered me. He was thrusting hard and fast, I groaned and thrived with each thrust.

It didnt take long before I had reached my climax, my liquids oozing over his length.

"I love you" he whispered as he nibbled at my ear.

"I love you too"