You sit in bed, waiting for Harry's return. He'd gotten up to comfort a crying Amelia. He is taking longer than average, and you are getting anxious, worried that something is wrong. You slip your slippers on and quietly walk the short distance to the nursery. Harry is sitting in the rocking chair, his hair sticking out at odd angles.
"Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea. The words you whispered I will always believe. I want you to rock me. Rock me. Rock me. Ya. I want you to hit the petal, heavy metal show me you-" His voice was soothing and smooth.
You clear your throat, not believing your ears. He gently turns towards your position at the doorway.
"Are you singing our daughter a sex song?" You whispered to him, stepping closer to the two.
"Well yeah. She's quiet isn't she?"
Author's note.
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Harry Styles Imagines
FanfictionA variety of imagines about none other than the lovely Harry Styles. Hope you enjoy! Pregnancy, marriage, dating, and all stages of life included in these imagines.
