Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXVIII

There comes a time where I feel like my life has perfection in it. Now is one of those moments.

My eyes are locked on the sight of my now husband, cradling his son in the middle of the night, softly singing to him to calm down. Harry's hair has been pulled back and his thumb is brushing against Kayden's cheek, clearly in love with the little baby. He insisted to take care of him tonight, but I wanted to watch. Seeing a big guy like Harry holding a baby is a sight that melts my heart.

I walk back to bed and fall asleep, loving my life. But I'm woken up when Harry pulls me into him tightly. His strength has peaked and it's extreme; his ability to lift me at a second's notice unbelievable.

"I want to talk with you," he whispers, my body turning. I set my hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, my lips touching his forehead.

"What's on your mind, Curly?" I ask, his body lingering the scent of baby soap. It's kind of cute.

"Will you be okay? On your own for two days? I'm very hesitant to leave you with the baby," he says, my body held tightly in his arms as I retract the band from his hair.

"I will be just fine. I have Leah so everything will be just fine. At anything, we will come and visit you in Chicago," I say, kissing between his eyebrows.

"It's just...since Kayden was born...I feel the need to be around both of you. I'm trying to be a good dad and husband but my job," he stresses, my hand brushing his cheek.

"You are an amazing husband," I start, looking in his eyes. "And Kayden is two months. You are just starting your season and will the reason he'll want to play football as well. He'll look up to you and I know you'll keep us together. It's who you are," I remind him.

"I love you," he says, my lips curving. "Please, don't ever forget that. It's only you."

"I won't, Harry. You're my love."

He keeps me curled in his arms for the rest of the night, my eyes closed as he hums me to sleep. In the morning, I'm woken up by the sound of Kayden, my body climbing out of bed. Harry rolls over in the pillows and I walk to my baby, lifting him up and carrying him out of the room.

He soon calms down and I sit on the couch, watching TV as I nurse him. When I'm done, I lay back with Kayden on my chest, his fingers grabbing my tee. His eyes close and I kiss the top of his head, my hands holding him to ensure he doesn't fall.

I press my lips to the top of his head and I relax, enjoying the feeling of finally having my own baby. He's a cutie, and it took a ton of reassurance from Harry to help me through the pregnancy.

After a while, I hear Harry come downstairs and he walks towards us.

"How are you?" he asks, my lips curving as he kisses my forehead.

"Good. You?" I ask, his hands grabbing my feet so they're in his lap.

"I'm alright. Still...trying to deal with everything," he says, my head nodding.

"It'll all work out. Don't worry too much, Curly."

His hands hold my feet, his eyes trained on Kayden as he sleeps on me. The little baby is a sleeper, not much of a crier. If he cries, it's in the middle of the night or he's hungry.

"I'll go make us breakfast," Harry says, my head nodding. He's frustrated, his thought getting the best of him. It must worry him that he won't always be there for us because of football, but it's his job; what he's good at. I understand.

Lifting Kayden up, I set him in the cradle in the kitchen before I walk over to Harry. My arms wrap around his waist and I start to kiss his back, the muscles soft against my skin.