Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXIX

Harry's POV

I'm anxious to get home, seeing as though I've been on the road for almost a month for football. I miss my wife so fucking much. Talking to her does not fill in the void, especially because she's now eight months pregnant. And I miss Kayden. Hell, the boy is thirteen now and he's following in my footsteps. He's so good to Emma and he will respect everyone. He will not be a fuckboy, or whatever douche-bags are called now.

I park my car in the garage and get out, not worrying about my bags. When I get into the house, I hear multiple male voices and I walk into the kitchen. Kayden is with his friends and the entire room stops and stares at me, except Kayden who smiles and comes over to hug me.

"Hey guys," I say, their jaws dropping. I've never met Kayden's friends before, but I take it they're Packers fans.

"Can I have your autograph?" One says, Kay glaring.

"Dude," he says, my hand patting his shoulder.

"Sure, kid. What's your name?" I ask, all of them bombarding me with autograph questions and names.

"Kayden, bud, you be quiet. Mum needs her rest," I say, his laugh making me smile. I pat his back and walk upstairs, heart pounding as I move to see my beautiful wife.

I walk into our room and towards the bathroom, where my wife is admiring her pregnant stomach in the mirror. She runs her hands over her stomach, smoothing moisturizer on. Even though she didn't want a baby, I think she's excited.

"You're glowing," I say, her body turning to look at me. A big smile covers her face and she nearly runs to me, her arms slinging around my neck. I hug her close, her warmth needed.

"I've missed you," she whispers, her hand holding onto the back of my neck. I hold the sides of her stomach, feeling the little baby move.

"Trust me, I missed you more," I say, her hands holding onto me.

"Let's get you back to bed," I tell her, always so worried about her health. We need the baby to be okay because we have reached an age where pregnancy is more unlikely. We have to keep little one safe.

"I have to go make dinner for six boys. I don't think so," she laughs, my forehead leaning on hers.

"You don't think I could do it?" I ask, her lips curving.

"I don't know," she smiles, her eyes looking straight into mine.

I press my lips to hers and she stays in my arms, her lips so soft. But she moves away from me, walking to the door with a smile on her lips.

Of course I follow, helping her with whatever she needs in the kitchen, and we feed Kayden and his friends. My eyes are on Emma the entire time, making sure none of the boys do something to get in her way.

"So does the baby like move?" one asks, my head turning to look at them.

"It's so weird," Kayden nods, Emma smiling at them.

"Do you want to feel?" she asks, the boy looking shocked but I smirk. This is fun to watch.

"Sure," he says, my elbows leaning against the counter. The boy puts a hand on Emma's stomach, her eyes looking down. The boy's eyes go wide and he looks shocked, Emma laughing.

"Mum, go and lay down. You look like you're tired," Kay says, my hand grabbing Emma's.

"Let's go," I say, her head nodding. I take her upstairs and she lays down, her hands pressed to her stomach.

"I will be back up later. I need you in my arms," I tell her, her eyes bright as she looks at me. I kiss her lips and let her go, walking downstairs to be with Kayden and his friends for a while.