Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 134

Part 134

My eyes slowly open to see the sun showing brightly into our completely white painted bedroom, Harry's hand still pressed to my chest. He starts to run his hand along my arm again, his thumb rubbing mine as he grabs my hand again. I grab his hand tightly and he starts to rub his other hand along my right arm.

"Good morning blue eyes," he whispers, kissing the top of my head.

"Morning," I smile, his fingers playing with mine.

My cheeks warm at the feeling, my body so sore from the actions of last night. I slowly turn to face Harry, his arms coming to wrap tightly around my body.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks, my head nodding.

"A little sore but it's bearable. Just last night was...interesting," I say, his lips smiling. His fingers run through my hair and he rests his hand on my cheek, kissing my forehead.

"I didn't mean to hurt you...if I did. I, just, last night was insane."

He hugs me close to his body and his chin is felt on my forehead. He kisses my hair and he rolls me onto his stomach, my legs so tired and pained. I guess nine months without sex doesn't really benefit in the long run, but I have my baby. And I love the little boy so much.

"Are you going to pick Ben up from Gemma's?" I ask, his head nodding.

"Baby mama still has her moves; that's for sure," he whispers, my lips smiling as a blush creeps on my cheeks.

"You know it," I say, his lips releasing a chuckle.

I lean up and press a kiss to his puffy lips, my hands grabbing his. He smiles as we kiss and I pull away, continually pecking his lips.

"Beth," he groans, my lips in a smile.

"I love you," I say between kisses, his hands trying to become free from mine. I tighten my grip and push down, his laugh ringing through my ears.

"I love you too," he mumbles through my kisses, his hands breaking free and grabbing my cheeks. He fully kisses me and I smile. He pulls away and smiles, his dimples popping out.

"I'm going to make you breakfast," he says, my lips smiling at him. I nod and thank him, rolling off his body. He climbs out of bed and pulls his boxers up, walking out of the room. I sit up and put my underwear on, walking to the bathroom. I put my hair into a bun on the top of my head and grab my athletic shorts, pulling them up my legs. I grab my white running hoodie and pull it over my head, letting the tight material fit to my body. I hear the doorbell ring and I walk out, telling Harry I got it. I run down the stairs, tossing Harry a pair of joggers and answering the door.

"Hi Beth. I didn't know if you were going to pick him up or not," Anne says, holding the baby carrier with my sleeping baby.

"Oh no, you're fine. Please come in," I offer, her feet walking into the house. She smiles and hands me the baby carrier, my hand leading her into the kitchen. She follows me into the kitchen and says hello to Harry, smiling at him. He stops what he's doing to give her a hug and he goes back to cooking. I lift Ben into my arms and he smiles, his eyes wide open.

"How was dinner?" Anne asks, my head nodding.

"It was nice."

She smiles and says she should probably get going, walking towards me and hugging me. She says goodbye to Harry and he kisses her cheek, saying goodbye. She leaves the house and I sit at the counter, playing with Ben's fingers.

"You are probably hungry," I tell him, standing up and grabbing a bottle from the fridge. I warm it up and start feeding him, Harry watching me closely.