in which...

...harry really wants a baby

In which Harry really wants a baby

Harry doesn't think there's anything he's ever wanted more. It's something he's thought about probably more than anything in his entire life. He fantasized about it, had dreams about it and sometimes zoned out thinking about it. He's sure of it; he just needs to know if Y/N is sure of it too.

He's always had a soft spot for children and especially for pregnant women. Ever since he was young he's wanted to one day have kids; two or maybe even three. Couldn't wait to have a family. His aunts and his mum's friends always looked so glowy and pretty when they were pregnant, it's an image he's always carried in his mind throughout the years. He just couldn't help himself but want to see Y/N look the same.

He's thought about it early in their relationship, truly believed that she's the one, the one that he could start a family with, the one that would finally make him happy and give him a baby. He wants it so bad; he would take such good care of her, promised himself he'd be there to watch her every step. Just needs to bring it up to her and see if she'd like that too.

They talked about it a lot after being in a relationship for a while, Harry would bring it up almost every night while they were cuddling in bed. "You want it though, right? Like, you think 'bout it sometimes?" His voice always got awfully quiet and soft in those kinds of moments compared to his usual tone. "Course I do, Harry. Sounds nice, but...just not right now." And he'd nod, because he knew as well it wasn't the right time just yet. "But one day, right? You'll give me a baby one day, won't you?" He whispered quietly in the darkness of the room and could feel her mouth curling into a smile from where it was brushing over his chest. "One day."

But that one day was never really brought up again and Harry was on edge. He thought that maybe after they got married she'd be the one to bring it up first, he didn't want to seem too desperate about it (although he was); but she never did. Harry tried to plan everything out in his head. Tour was gonna end in July, he had a break between two of the dates in the States and could sneak in a couple days to spend with her. After that, it was all going to be calm for a while; nothing but staying home and wasting time together. It would be the perfect timing.

He was so conflicted about it that it started to show; he would mess up simple stuff like forgetting to stop his alarm in the morning because he wanted to dream about it some more, just for a little while, or messing up his coffee order because he saw a pregnant lady walking out of the shop, wearing a yellow summer dress and all he could think about was what Y/N would look like pregnant and wearing a yellow summer dress.

It reached its peak though when she came to see one of the shows in the Australian leg of the tour, skipping over to Harry with the brightest of smiles on her face and the loveliest spark in her eyes, getting on her tip toes to kiss his cheeks and brush away his sweaty curls after the show. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen her look that pretty before. Her hand clutched in his, wedding band feeling cold to the touch in comparison to the warmth of her palm. His heart skipped a beat.

That night when they made it to his hotel room, there was just no way he could keep his hands off of her. Kissed all over her face and neck, gripped each part of her body he possibly could and dug his fingertips into her plushy skin. "Fucking beautiful and fucking mine, aren't you?" He whispered, the way she was squirming underneath him making the sheets get tangled and almost slide off the bed. "Make me so happy, peach. Happiest man on earth."

And he truly didn't mean to let it slip, but he couldn't help himself. Not when she was so slick, so tight and so warm around him. Not when her gasps and whimpers were echoing in his ear with the sound of wetness in between, his fingers gripping tight onto the sheets, making his knuckles turn white. There was just no way he could stop himself. "Tell me to stop." He choked out, the vein running down the side of his neck looking prominent.