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It's time to continue with Willow and Harry's next journey.
"Her body looks frail, it's motionless just begging to have some life brought back into it. Her light is almost gone, but I swear I can still see...
Harry gets out of bed to pull his grey joggers and a white V-neck t-shirt on. He dutifully gets my body dressed in the same comfortable clothing, then slides back into bed right beside me. Quickly I'm enveloped into his arms with a kiss on my forehead. I can't believe he still gives me butterflies in my stomach every time he places his lips on my skin.
"Hey babe, why did you put our clothes on? Usually when we're alone in bed you like us to lay naked together."
We both smile at one another knowing I'm right. There's a twinkle in his eye, a spark of mischief if you will. For lack of better words, I'm staring into the eyes of THE Harry Styles who's completely enamored with me. Willow Jasmine Wishart, once an ordinary woman, but now one of his most prized possessions.
He's on a mission to give me everything fantastical this world has to offer, going to the ends of the earth to make our relationship as normal as possible in our extraordinary circumstances. It's incredible how he communicated such motives without words. Only stolen glances and tender fingertips tracing my skin.
"Yes, that's one of my favorite things to do. However, I think having some clothes on will make it easier for me to keep my hands to myself. And before you pout or protest, we should spend less time making love right now and more time discussing our future. I think it'll be nice; we have a lot to talk about. For starters, the wedding and the babies."
His words are tangled with cheekiness, determination, and a smidge of doubt because he knows he is just as hungry for me as I am for him at any given moment. Which at times makes it impossible for us to resist one another. However, I'll concede because he's right, we have a lot of decisions to make in our very near future. Life will eventually catch up to us if we neglect it's existence.
"As always, you're right Mr. Styles."
I smile at him whimsically before placing a tender kiss on his lips. I can't keep my eyes off him, he looks so beautiful right now. I mean he always looks amazing but lying here in comfy clothes and his hair in a messy bun, he's more stunning than ever before. This is my Harry, the side of him that only a handful of people get to see. I feel privileged to be one of those lucky few. And yet there's even more about him that's meant just for me, and I cherish every single thing.
There's much more to him than what's viewed by the public. He's been forced to share most of his identity with the world simply because of his occupation. I've been so proud of him lately for taking the time to explore the man he is aside from his career.
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Scooting his body down the bed; he lays his head on my lap. Lifting my shirt off my stomach he rubs it gently. He eyes alight with joy, and a bit of fascination.
"It's so strange to think you have our two babies growing inside you right now. I can't believe this is happening. I have never been more excited in my entire life."
