We lay in our bed, Melie fast asleep in her nursery. Our little girl over 6 months old now. We treasured each day, making beautiful memories as a family. She was a little jet setter. We had taken a trip to New Zealand to see Mum in August and she had flown all that way like a champ. Harry and I were worried that her sleep patterns and routine would be upset but she adapted really well. She was a little star and was so good, not causing any problems. She did unfortunately catch a little cold when we got home to London and we had some grizzly restless nights with a scratchy bubba who just wanted her Mummy and Daddy to cuddle her. Harry was so patient with her and she loved her Daddy to bits. I couldn't wait to have more children with him, my beautiful man.
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We'd come to LA for business. Harry had been approached by some new talent and they were pretty good. Julian had been writing for them and H had been co-opted if you will to write also and produce. It was our first trip as a family to LA and it was going really well. We'd brought Gemmy with us as well basically company for me and Melie whilst Daddy did his thing. I loved LA the vibrancy and eclectic mix of people. LA had special memories for me as it was at Ysabel he had asked me to become "Mrs Harry Styles". "What are you thinking about Minxy" he'd asked me. "Just thinking how lucky I am to be married to Harry Styles and be the Mummy to his little princess". "Ahh, but I'm the lucky one baby" he'd replied back. "You, my beautiful wife and our little Melie, I'm the luckiest guy in the world angel". "Why do you do that Harry"? "Do what baby"? "Render me completely speechless and take my breath away". "Well I do try" his cheeky smirk then his lips on me. "Come on baby, let's get the mischief maker up and head out for the day aye, maybe a picnic, what do you say hmm?" "Sounds good Styles, I'll go and sort your daughter out and we'll make some tracks".
I headed into the nursery to see my smiley little girl looking up at me. "Good morning my little one, you ready for a fun day"? I got her dressed in a little pair of white and pink leggings with butterflies on them, a pink t-shirt, a little pink hoodie and mini pink Chuck Taylor's. H had seen them online and had damn near ordered her a pair in every colour. She had Pink, White, Black and Magenta (just like her Daddy's) He spoiled her so much. There would often be random deliveries of things at Spaniards Rd. I'd hear the buzz off the gates then "Package for Styles". So far in the last week we'd had a Trampoline delivered, a mini drum kit, a ball pit, and a swing and slide set, nothing was too much for Harry's little princess. I didn't mind him spending the money but I didn't want Melie to grow up being spoiled. I knew though that I was fighting a loosing battle as H would just laugh and say "we can afford it baby, we're in a position to give Melie everything and I want to, please let me".
I should have known that once we had children they would have everything they wanted as H spoiled me too. Whatever I wanted, whenever, shoes, clothing, spa days, the latest gadgets, jewellery. I'd spoil him too, buying him little treats here and there, leaving notes round the house which led to our sexy escapades and naughty fun. It was true that since Melie was born things had died down a little in the romance department and we did need to find time for each other.
