"Mummy!" Your 3 year old daughter chants as she marches through the house.
You groan and bury your head farther into your pillow. Her little voice gets louder as she approaches the room.
"MUMMY!" She shrieks.
You roll onto your back and swipe your hand across the empty canvas beside you. A king bed feels gigantic when there's only one person in it. Your husband, Harry Styles, left to go on his reunion tour with the boys 11 months ago, he missed Valentine's Day, Darcy's 3rd birthday, your 22nd birthday, your 4th anniversary, you didn't get to hug him on his 26th birthday. It's felt like forever.
"Mum, why are you crying?" Darcy's small voice asks.
You didn't even hear her stomp in, and definitely did not realize you were crying.
"Sorry, Baby." You mutter and wipe your face.
"It's okay, what's wrong?" She asks and hops up next to you.
You wave her concern away. "Nothing, I'm just tired." You chuckle and pull her into a hug. "Thank you." You whisper into her hair.
Darcy doesn't speak for a while. "I miss Daddy too, Mummy." She finally says and kisses your cheek.
You sigh and run your hand through her curly brown locks. Just then, a resounding shriek echoes through the small house. Your eyes widen and Darcy freezes in your arms. You let go and hold her shoulders, narrowing your eyes at her adorable, chubby face.
"Where's Tyler?" You ask, not waiting for an answer as you sprint through the house to the kitchen.
Tyler, your 11 month old son is lying on the floor on his back, screaming.
"DARCY!" You yell and scoop him up, rocking him in your tired arms.
Your daughter sheepishly smiles and walks toward you with her cat in her arms. "He was fussy in his cage."
You close your eyes and rest your forehead against Tyler's. "It's not a cage, D, it's a crib." You shake your head and step over the other cat between your ankles.
"It has bars." She says and puts Quibbles on the counter.
"Baby, please take him off the counter, and get dressed, we have to go shopping." You say and place Tyler on the counter in front of you as you pour coffee. "Darcy?" You sigh, frustrated, Darcy has turned and is scowling down the hallway and at the front door. Your face softens and you walk over, kneeling in front of her with Tyler on your hip again.
You hand her Tyler and put your hand on her dimpled cheek. "Baby-"
"DADDY!" She squeals.
"No, Baby, Daddy's on tour." Your voice chokes up at the end of the sentence and you can feel tears burning behind your eyes.
Sure he's called, but you miss having him here all the time, and being able to turn around and tell him a joke as soon as you think of it, share the little moments with him and the kids.
Darcy shakes her head and points behind you. You frown and turn on your heels, still crouching. Standing in the open door is Harry, hair disheveled, per usual, eyes sparkling with affection, his stance tall and protecting.
"Hey, Beautiful." He simply says, his face breaks into a grin, dimples appearing.
Your mouth slowly opens and a sob scratches your throat. You fall onto your bum and cover your mouth, just staring at him. The tears fall hard and fast, and soon you're crying.
Harry drops his bags and walks to you, he tries to lift you but you swat his hands away. He kneels, a frown twisting his handsome face. "Love, what's wrong?" He tries to hug you, but you push him off roughly. "I'm sorry, Baby."
You drop your hands and pull him back down to you when he tries to stand. Reaching a hand up to his face, he flinches slightly in his eyes, clearly thinking you'll slap him. You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his cheekbone. You can't believe he's really here, the last time you spoke on the phone was 4 days ago. Your hand slides down to his shoulder and you grip the lapels of his jacket in your fists.
You let out another sob as you pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Your fingers curl up, searching for something to grab, just in case some impossible force tries to rip him from your grasp. "I love you so much." You whisper as he kisses your head.
