Harry Styles Imagines

#17 Our Masterpiece

Painting a bedroom was a heck of a lot of work. It hasn't even been two hours yet, but I've already managed to grow a bit sticky. I'm willing to do anything for Gabriel, though. And to think that around this time next week we'll be welcoming him into this crazy world.

While I'm squatting down to dip the roller in the pastel yellow paint, someone places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I know that touch anywhere. Y/N. Carefully, I set the tool down and stand to my full height. The carpet guard (paper) crackles underneath my feet as I turn around.

When I look into her sea-green eyes, I can't help but get lost in them. They were practically the sea; so blue and seemingly deep. And she denies it all the time, but I think they're absolutely beautiful just like her. I guess beauty really was in the eye of the beholder.

It's not long before I'm cupping her face and softly pressing my lips to hers. Still, fireworks ignite in my stomach. Before I have time to prepare myself, she's running her tongue along the roof of my mouth and I'm uncontrollably shuddering.

I pull away after that. "What the hell was that, baby girl?" The words bubble out. "Shi- Excuse my language." I mentally slap myself. I never used un father-like words, she just completely caught me off guard. This girl woman will be the death of me.

She smiles innocently and shrugs. "I don't know. I mean, you liked it right?" She answers me with a question.

For a few moments I stare at her. I take in her white blouse, sweat pants and the way her long, wavy hair falls freely over her shoulders. There was even a smear of yellow paint on her face from my fingers.

"I take that as a yes?" She gently pokes my chest, drawing me from my trance. I hum in agreement. "Good. That's all you need to know then." Her usual sass returns. I roll my eyes as does she.

"Why'd you come in here anyways?" I raise a brow.

I told her to take it easy for the next few days. Not only could she end up hurting herself and baby, but the doctors due dates could've been wrong. There was a possibility Gabriel could come early. Yes, she hated being limited, but it was for her own good. Or maybe I was just an overprotective husband, almost dad.

She scoffs. "What? I can't check up on my handsome husband? Maybe help him if he's ok with that."

I was ok with the handsome part, not the helping.

"Handsome, huh?" Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "Oh, would you look at that. Handsome Harry made Y/N blush," I tease, chuckling.

She tries to contain her amusement, but fails. Before long, she's leaning into my chest, cutely giggling. I surely wasn't complaining. I love the sound of her laugh. Careful not to squeeze too tight, I wrap my arms around her, her giggles subsiding. I then kiss the top of her head.

"Love you, Harry," she murmurs.

"I love you, Y/N," I tell her.

She looks up at me with those eyes of hers. "So do I get to help?"

I shake my head in denial. The last thing we needed was for something bad to happen.

"Harry, please. I'm pregnant, not crippled," she protests, stepping away from me.

"Ba-"

"Don't 'baby' me. Please, Harry?"

I let out a defeated sigh. She knew I hated when she begged. It made me feel as if I was keeping her from something she really wanted to do. I technically was, but there was a valid reason in my opinion.

"Fine, kitten. You can help."

Her entire face lights up. "Really? Yay!" She excitedly squeals.

After spending thirty minutes painting together, we decide to take a well deserved break. We end up cuddling longer than intended, so we have to put off painting until the next day. The final product of Gabriel's room was bound to be a masterpiece. Our masterpiece.

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