You lived in a rather large house with your husband; Harry and your daughter; Mary, you were turning 27 in 3 days, exactly 3 years and 5 months younger than your Mr. Styles, who turned 31 almost 5 months ago, obviously.
Mary turned 3 in April, on the 23rd, she's an angel, with your blonde hair, unruly with Harry's curls, not to mention your blue eyes matched with Harry's dimples, she would sweep a guy off his feet when she got older. She was born 2 years after you got married, marking this October, your 5th anniversary.
You were currently folding laundry on the couch, and sneaking glances at the program that was on, you had no idea what was really going on though. The front door opened with a click and you sighed, snatching the remote up and turning of the set as Mary sprinted through the house, Harry had taken her to the park for the better part of an hour, bless his heart, he knew you weren't feeling well. You did get to video call your sister and clean up a bit. Mary found you and scrambled over from the hall, giggling all the way. Harry hadn't greeted you yet, but you stood up and squeezed Mary in your arms anyways, he better be cleaning something if he's not saying hello.
Mary smiled and poked your nose. "Mommy, I want a little sister." She blurted.
Harry walked in and you see him avert his eyes away from you. You rolled your eyes and look back at Mary. You smiled at her and kissed her dimples, eyeing Harry once more and then answering her. "Who's idea was this, Sweetie?" You cooed and smirk.
"Daddy's." She squealed and wriggled in your hands, you scoffed and let her down. She raced away, looking for your cats.
You narrowed your eyes at Harry and shake your hips on your way over to him. He is smiling cheekily. "You must be Daddy." You smirked and hooked your fingers in the belt loops of his pants.
He caught on immediately and pulled your waist quickly to his. "That I am." He bit his lip and surveyed yours.
"Well, let's go." You grabbed his hand and lead him to the spare bedroom downstairs, he closed and locked the door, pushing you onto the bed while he yelled at Mary to round up the 3 cats.
He took a deep breath and leaned over you. "That should keep her busy." He mumbled and that time, when he bit his lip and looked at yours, you grabbed the back of his neck and placed them together.
He slipped your pyjama shorts off quickly, you shook them off your ankles and whimper as he slid his hands around your legs freely. He gripped the insides of your thighs and pushed them apart, you thanked your flexibility and raised your head and shoulders off the bed so you could press your lips to his harder, he pulled back from you slightly, smiling when you groan in affection laced with frustration.
You gripped his curls in your fists and tug, he bit your lip and raised your shirt up as his hands expanded over your torso. You toyed with the waistband of his shorts, he fidgeted and allowed you to undo them, sliding them down his legs and chucking them on the floor also. He pulled your shirt off and you removed your underwear. You sat up with him and took off his shirt while he kissed your neck, leaving love bites. You giggled when he slid you under him.
"Oooo-oooo." You began in a teasing tone, but when he pushed into you, it turned into a moan quickly. "Such a Big-Boy." You finished the sentence and bit your lip, Harry, above you, chuckled humourlessly, you peered a look at him and met his gaze.
"Shut up." He mumbled and kissed you, you craned up to meet his mouth and inhaled the feeling of him, as he picked a pace and stuck with it. You obliged and raised your hips to meet his, the sound was exhilarating and you tucked your arms around his neck, reaching them around his back and gripping.
You kissed him with meaning and when you pause to take a breath, you both let out noises of appreciation. Your foot found his and you tangled your legs, sharing his heat and shivers all the same. He didn't stop until you both finished together. You mumbled incoherent praises, and he kissed you, everywhere.
"Harry, Mary can't have a sister-"
"I know, it's okay, Mary's my Angel, and so are you, I don't need anyone else." He said and sat up, pulling you up too and into a hug.
"No, you don't understand, she can't have sister yet because I'm already pregnant with a boy." You rambled out. Harry froze in your arms, you released him and studied his face, it was slowly turning into a smile, his jaw open and his dimples growing.
"BABY, THAT'S AMAZING!" He shouted and crushed you into another hug.
You choked on a laugh and creased your eye brows in an awkward expression. "Don't call me 'Baby." You chided and kissed his neck.
He released you and nodded seriously. "Sorry, MAMA!" He did some sort of weird dance and yelled, you watched him get up and open the door, running out.
Your eyes widened and you jumped up, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over your own nude body. "HARRY! STOP IT, THE CHILD!" You screamed and raced after him.
