After 4

Part 1

Rolling onto his back, Harry stares up at the blank, textured ceiling. His mind can't help but to wander as his fingers trace delicate circles on Tessa's stomach. Thinking of everything they've been through, and everything he knows he'll put her through, he can't help but beat himself up. He's made countless mistakes, ones that most people would consider unforgivable, but Tessa has always been too kind to give up on him, and he is well aware of this.
"Babe?," he's drawn out of his disappointing thoughts at the sound of her heavenly voice. Harry grunts, acknowledging her question as she asks where his mind has gone to.
"My mind isn't anywhere but here with the rest of me... with you. I'll always be with you." And with that he wrapped her tender body in his arms and placed a fervent kiss on her forehead.

Tessa's POV
Harry is distracted again. I can see him watching the ceiling as if he's expecting it to move. Sometimes I wonder what he thinks about. I wonder if he knows what I think about. If he knows how much I love him, how I never stopped loving him, even when I should have. That thought makes me feel guilty so I quit thinking and look down at the sparkling diamond of my engagement ring. I twist my wedding band like I've done for the past few years, whenever I'm nervous or feel guilt. Hopefully Harry doesn't notice, I really don't want to talk about heavy stuff right now. I don't think he did though because now I feel his rough hands on my belly and he starts to draw circles with his finger. He always does this when he's thinking, it's strangely become a habit.
I whisper softly to him: "Where's your mind right now?," and he tells me, as usual, that his mind hasn't gone anywhere and never will and then he hugs me and presses his lips against my forehead and everything is good again. Everything is good again. For all of us.
He starts to kiss my neck and as he presses against me I can feel how excited he is. His kisses are sloppy and demanding, hungry. He rolls on top of me and looks into my eyes like a wolf preparing to pounce on it's prey. I know this look and my cheeks turn rosey. A sweat breaks on my forehead as the tension builds; my throat is dry, and I'm breathing heavier than normal.
Harry's curls brush my cheek as he leans in and whispers: "I can't help but want you when you look so beautiful all the fucking time." And with that, I lose all control as a moan slips through my trembling lips. My husband grins slyly, knowing he has total control over me now. His fingers continued to trace my stomach and then venture further resulting in small trembles from my legs and soft movement from my hips. Our lips clash together and then we are one. We are one being with one purpose and one love. One being with intertwined limbs and interlocked hearts.
Harry's POV
Finally at about nine, I manage to roll myself out of bed and pull my thin sweats on. Tessa whines as I do this, and as much as I'd like to jump back in bed with her and fucking kiss her, I know we have a lot to do today. I head into the kitchen to make her some breakfast, like I do most days now that she's doing so much work on her own. I know she must be exhausted, even though she acts like she isn't.
I yell into the bedroom, asking "Sexy, what do you want in your omelette?" After a series of hums and mumbled suggestions, she gives me her order and I start to whisk the eggs. I crack three eggs because I know she'll be hungry. She's always hungry nowadays, which is understandable. I have to say my wife is the most peculiar creature, and I'm not sure how I find her eating like a horse attractive, but everything she does is sexy as fuck.