Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXVII

Harry's POV

I have never felt so whole in my entire life. Having Emma back...it's unexplainable. Emma's soft skin is felt against mine, her bare skin warm. There are no doubts in my mind that I will have her for the rest of my life. She wears my chain, having it on her body at all times just as I had. But this time, the action is different.

But what I had realized this morning as we lay here, is since we've reunited, I haven't protected her against me. As in, I didn't use protection when we had sex. It's fucking with my mind to think that she might get pregnant but I honestly don't care. I love kids, even more so if I have my own. It's what Emma will think that scares me.

Subconsciously, I pull her closer and grab her hands, refusing to let her go. She stays asleep and I kiss her neck, unwilling to move. I move one of my hands to her bare stomach and I close my eyes, thinking about what we could have if she were to have a baby.

First, she'll be terrified. I know my Emma and this will scare her to no end. Second, I won't be home sometimes because of football. If Emma is pregnant, she deserves my undivided attention because there is another human with her. I don't care if I'm overthinking something that might not even be happening, but I want to prepare myself.

But I can't live with the thought she wants to wait a while before we further our commitment. I wasn't joking when I had offered to buy her a promise ring, but if we were to go there, it would have been an engagement right away. Fuck a promise ring when I know Emma is the only one for me. When I got to New York the week before Massachusetts, I looked at engagement rings. I have one for her, sitting in my suitcase for whenever I need to propose to her. I love her, and if we happen to be pregnant, she may want that commitment.

A cough leaves Emma's lips and I look at her concerned, her eyebrows furrowed as she continues to sleep. I unwrap my arm from her and grab my shirt from the floor, bringing it close in-case she gets up. But she doesn't. Instead, she rolls over and buries her head in my neck. I sigh in contentment.

It's not even an hour until Emma wakes up, her blue eyes so bright in the morning. Her fingers cup my cheek, the small fingers warm. She looks at me softly, her love clearly expressed as she gazes upon my face. I'm in love with her; in love with the way she looks at me. She's so beautiful and even more so when she's completely natural as we are now.

She doesn't say anything when she starts to get up, putting on my shirt. "What's going on, baby?" I ask, sitting up and covering below my waist.

"I-I don't...I'm not feeling very good," she explains, my hand moving to her forehead. My suspicions are high as I feel her normal temperature, nothing like a fever.

"Em, I have to tell you something," I say, her eyes flickering to look at me. My hand grabs hers and I wrap my arm around her, her nose brushing mine. It makes the nerves lessen and I kiss her lightly, knowing she's probably not sick.

"I haven't used a condom," I rush, her head pulling away. "Since...we reunited."

My eyes meet her wide ones and before I can wrap her in my arms, she off the bed and dressing herself.

"Emma, don't," I say, getting out and pulling my boxers on. She shoves me off of her when I try to get her to look at me, her tears shattering my heart.

"Emma," I demand, grabbing her arms tightly and turning her into me.

"I'm will not leave you. Ever. Especially not now," I state firmly, her eyes shocked and horrified as she looks at me.

"There is no one in my life but you for me, so I will take care of anything and everything you need to know I'm here. Please," I sigh out, wanting her to understand what I want for her.