Ruffled ~ H.S

Sixty-Two

A/N: Another chapter out for this book!! So sorry for the wait – I've been really busy plus I had Writer's Block on this for quite some time :( Oh, but there is one thing I need to warn you about though:

**SMUT**

It doesn't go all the way – but it's still too much to be considered as inexplicit smut ;)

By the time the twins were six weeks old, Harry & I finally started to notice more of a regular sleeping pattern with them. They both slept for most of the day, and whenever they woke up, it was usually just for a feed, a diaper change, or a cuddle before they'd drift back to sleep again. And when night-time came, they'd nod off between 8 and 9PM – sleeping for a few hours before at least one of them (usually Hazel) woke up again at two or three o'clock in the morning for the same type of care they'd wake up for during the day. One difference was, though, that they actually seemed more active at night than they were during the day, but both Dr Janssen and the internet already assured us that that's a normal thing to see in babies.

As my six-week postpartum appointment with Dr Janssen came closer, I actually found myself eager to get it done. I just really wanted the assurance that I'd recovered (or am recovering) from my C-section just fine...and, I'm not gonna lie – I also really want Dr Janssen to just give me the all-clear for having sex again.

I know that for most new mothers, sex is literally the last thing on their mind after having a baby – but for me, it was the complete opposite. My recovery is throwing my hormones all over the place – and once I hit four weeks postpartum, my body practically started crying out for Harry every fucking day.

But of course, with Harry being so careful and cautious around me since I gave birth, he is right-out refusing to give me anything. Every time I try something, he always shuts me down by saying the exact same things:

"No, baby. Not until Dr Janssen gives you the all-clear."

"It's too early, darling. We can't."

"I don't want to hurt you."

Don't get me wrong – I was touched by how thoughtful he was being. Really, I was. But that doesn't mean I don't get frustrated whenever he shuts me down. And I swear to God – once I get the all-clear from Dr Janssen, I'm gonna jump Harry's bones while he sleeps if I have to.

Harry came out of the en suite that night blowing his nose into a tissue – causing me to giggle before I pressed a finger to my lips and playfully shushed him.

"Not so loud," I giggled again, "you might wake them up."

I shifted my eyes towards the twins – who were sleeping soundly in their bassinets in the corner of the room. Harry followed my gaze and bit his lip before wiping his nose one last time and dropping his tissue in the bin.

"Thanks for the reminder," he chuckled quietly, "I'd hate to wake them up early."

"I know, right?" I said, "Before they were born, a blissful moment for us was something like spending a quiet night in together – cuddling on the couch and watching TV. But now, we consider any time they aren't crying as a blissful moment."

Harry laughed. "Tell me about it. Thank God they're starting to settle into a sleeping pattern now – because it's giving us our blissful moments back."

"We'd better get some shuteye too – before they wake up again," I said, "you ready for bed?" I asked him with a smile.

"So fucking ready," Harry eagerly dropped down on his side of the bed and let out a long, satisfied sigh, "I never realized how much I'd miss being able to sleep through the whole night until now."