My eyes weren’t even open yet and I knew it was too early for anyone sane to be up and about. I knew I had roughly 4 hours before we had to leave but I also knew it was near impossible to fall back asleep now. At 5 months, our little fuzzy had decided she wanted to become a soccer player and that my bloated stomach was her ball. I stretched my toes, moaning and groaning and whimpering into the soft fabric of the pillow, silently pleading for my little girl to stop just for a few hours but she never did. She was probably going to turn out as stubborn as her father.
“Even in your sleep you’re trying to seduce me. Could’ve just woke me up, you know I’m always up for sex with you love.” My husband whispered in my ear, voice thick with sleep and it sent shivers down my spine.
“I wasn’t trying to turn you on, you asshole. Your child won’t stop kicking me.” I whined, reaching back to tug at his curls. He grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers to stop me.
“Funny how every time she does something to irritate you, she’s immediately mine and not ours.” Harry mused and I could almost feel his smirk behind me.
“Well I certainly did not fertilize my own eggs!” I argued, slowly turning over to glare at him.
“Darling, if you didn’t have any eggs, my swimmers would have nothing to fertilize therefore resulting in the non-existence of our child.” He replied smartly, lying flat on his back to stare at the ceiling.
“I hate you. I really, really do. And I hope you fall out of bed when you get out of it later.” I scowled at him, watching a slow grin spread across his face.
“Is that so you can tell everyone that I finally fell for you my love?”
“Bastard. What an asshole of a husband. I don’t even know why I married such a dick. Spawn of f*cking Satan.” I grumbled and he didn’t even seem fazed. Probably because he was used to my pregnant hormones and thought nothing of it.
“Charming. What lovely words are spilling out of my wife’s mouth today. I truly am flattered.” Harry gushed, finally turning on his side again to face me with a playful glint in his green eyes. He chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. I pouted at him, nibbling on the inside of my lower lip knowing he hated when I did so. His eyes darkened and suddenly my upper lip was pulled out from below my lower lip.
“Don’t do that.” He scolded, frowning at me.
“Don’t be such a d!ck to me in the morning and I won’t.” I argued back, poking my tongue out at him.
“Such a powerful comeback, no, I cannot argue with that.” He gasped, slapping a hand towards his chest for dramatic effect.
“Sarcastic bastard. Come here.” I begrudgingly stroked his soft cheek and kissed him fully on the lips. I felt him smile into the kiss, his large hands pulling me closer to him. 2 years and still his touch ignited sparks within my skin. His tongue stroked my lower lip, nibbling softly before I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. We were past caring about morning breath.
“My, my, always so eager Mr Styles.” I giggled into his mouth, letting my hand fall in between us to feel him against his boxers. He gripped my wrist, looking me straight in the eyes as a groan escaped his slightly swollen lips.
“I need you (Y/N).” He said voice barely above a whisper, eyes darkening with lust and breathing slowly turning erratic with every stroke of my palm.
“Have me.” I purred, feeling my head sway with dizziness from the intensity of his voice. Eyes never leaving mine, he slipped my silk nightgown upwards and bit his lip when he discovered I didn’t have any undies on.
