Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

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The next morning, I woke up before everyone and prepared every breakfast dish that Nonna had ever taught me. And it was a Saturday so no one would wake up before 11, which gave me more time to clean the house. Harry had done a pretty decent job, but his "technique" was throwing things into piles and shoving them into closets.

After the house gleamed with the shine of perfection-- at least the Styles family version of perfection-- I headed to my desk to write.

I hadn't picked up a pencil in ages and I nearly forgot how the gel grip felt as it fit snugly in the crease of my palm and fingers. I had forgotten what it felt like to let my mind wander beyond the parameters of four white walls. The walls of my room had caged me in these past few months and it felt exhilarating to be able to break them down and be myself again.

I didn't have any particular ideas, but I knew I wanted to write a romance since I was an emotional writer and quite descriptive, too.

"Momma," a soft voice gasped in awe.

I turned to see J.D., clad in his boxers, holding a blanket over his shoulders. His glasses were askew...Glasses?

J.D. ran into my arms and hugged the living life out of me. When had he gotten so strong?

"Momma, I missed you so much," he whispered loudly.

I smiled. My cheeks felt stretched out. I hadn't smiled in months...

J.D. kissed my cheek and I rubbed his back softly. He held on that much tighter, as if I might leave him again.

"Baby, I'm not going anywhere," I reminded him gently.

J.D. furrowed his face in my chest.

"You promise?" he asked; his voice rose at end.

"I promise."

"Mom?" a shrilly voice called. I looked over J.D.'s shoulder and saw Darcy. Her hair had grown longer and curlier (if that was possible) in the last few months. She smiled and ran into my arms as well. 

"Make room for me!" a raspy little voice warned. We all grinned at Des.

"Dessy," I sighed. He had grown much taller, even taller than Darcy. But his hair was just as unkempt as Harry's. 

"Momma, we really missed you," he nodded, hiding his face against Darcy's back so I didn't see some of his tears.

I scooped up J.D. and let him rest on my left thigh while Darcy sat on my other leg and Des climbed on top of my chair and looked down at me.

Harry walked in. He saw the mini circus that had formed around my body and he laughed lightly.

"Don't overwhelm Momma," Harry warned with a soft grin.

I smiled at him. It felt so damn good to smile again. Farah clapped her hands. I gasped as I realized just how much she had grown. Her belly was rounder and her arms and legs were fuller and stronger, too. She was much chubbier and sweeter than before. She could sit up and Harry held her baby bum in his palm as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Eh," she mumbled. 

I nearly choked on a tear. She was learning to speak.

Harry came over and nearly lifted up the entire chair in his attempt to hug us all. He kissed each of us over and over. Then he set us back down and casually rubbed his back. I raised a brow. He was still a show-off.

Darcy and Dessy climbed off me, but J.D. stayed. I kissed his cheeks and he loosened his grip. He realized I was really back for good and he let go.