Dark Song (Mature HS)

26

"Harry," I whisper, my inability to move making me overheated. His arms are wrapped around me completely, holding my stomach for security.

He hums and separates his fingers, setting his entire hand over my stomach.

"Shift over," I whisper, his head nuzzling in my neck. He kisses my skin before allowing me to roll on my back, his arm still running beneath my shoulders. He kisses my cheek and keeps his hand over my stomach, his eyes closing again.

"I really love this," he whispers, my hand coming to his cheek. I kiss his pouted lips and he smiles, my eyes watching him relax.

"You can't imagine how much I needed baby daddy," I whisper, his laugh absolutely beautiful.

"I like that better than bubby," he says, my thumb brushing the little hairs on his cheek.

"Will you please get me my sweater, sleepy boy?" I ask, his body getting out of bed. He shakes his hair and pushes it back, grabbing my sweater.

"Ready, pregnant lady?" he asks, my lips grinning. He grabs my hands and helps me up, my hand falling onto my stomach. I'm sore as hell in the morning and Harry has not left my side the four months he's been back home. Now seven months along, I can't see my toes and I find myself feeling the little feet kick me 24/7.

He helps me put my sweater on and he kisses my forehead, holding my hand as we walk to the kitchen. I feel my baby while he attempts to cook and I feel his eyes on me a lot. He's constantly looking over at me and I think the protection is perfect.

"Can I go out today?" I ask, his hand brushing my hair back when he comes closer to me.

"Where?" he asks, "because I don't want you to be too sore. Your body is changing and I can't see you hurt yourself."

I nod and he kisses my cheek, his hands moving to my stomach. He leans down and kisses the top, making me smile. I know that if we were to have a girl, Harry will never let her go. A boy may be the same, but a girl will only increase his protective side.

He and I shower and we go out for the day, his hand holding mine. He's showering me with affection today and I know he's happy.

But Harry takes me to the park and he and I sit on the bench, watching little kids play. "You ready for this?" he asks, my head nodding.

"I can't wait, if I'm being honest. Now more than ever, I want a baby," I explain, his lips curving.

"Then I guess this is in order," he whispers, his hand moving toward me. I look down and part my lips, his fingers holding out a ring.

"Marry me, Len," he whispers, my head nodding. He puts the ring on my finger and he hugs me, my eyes closing as he pulls me in for a kiss.

I smile at him and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheeks and neck. My heart is pounding and he brings me closer, his hand setting on my stomach.

"Let's go home, angel. Need some alone time, yeah?" he grins, my head nodding. We go to his car and drive home, his hand on my thigh the whole time.

"I don't want to rush a wedding. We have so much to do with the little one and everything. Just know that this is where I stand with you," he whispers, my head nodding. He kisses me and we sit on the couch, holding his hand that rests on my stomach.

"Will you promise me something?" I ask, his head nodding.

"Promise me, that when the baby comes, you won't ever hurt yourself again. Whether it's drinking or anything along those line, I want you to be as healthy as you can," I explain, his head nodding.