Even if it's 12 o' clock in the afternoon, or 3 o' clock in the morning, harry always seemed to please me with the way we slept.
We would walk up the stairs, hand in hand, and fall onto the bed - being extremely exhausted from taking care of our two children.
We would just lay there for a few minutes before getting ready for bed, which included getting into our pj's, brushing our teeth and going to the bathroom.
As soon as I got into the big bed with harry, he would wrap his strong, tattooed arms around my torso, my hands being on his chest.
"I love you, (y/n), you know that?" he always says, making me smile every single time.
"Of course I do, Haz," I always say back, "I mean, I married you for a reason. The reason being that I love you, and you love me."
"Correct," he says, kissing my forehead and starting to draw small, invisible designs on my back, making me yawn at his touch.
"Go to sleep, my beautiful wife. Until tomorrow, we shall sleep tonight," he always says, making me feel safe that he's with me.
We both doze off quickly, not even bothering to turn the TV on to help us fall asleep, as most couples do.
Because we had each other, and that's all that mattered and all that we really needed.
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