Sweet Secrets

Important Decisions

Taylor's Pov:

Harry had drifted to sleep within the first few minutes after bringing me a cup of coffee. Mila was beginning to fuss and I didn't want Harry to wake up. I placed Mila onto the bed and I quickly change into a loose tank top. I release a breath and pull her back into my chest. She's been extremely clingy this past few days. Unless she's in mine or Harry's arms, she's crying. She curls up in my chest and makes a tiny noise. I walk across the room and close the door before walking to the nursery.

"Let's get you changed then we'll go downstairs, yeah?" I ask as I walk into the nursery and closing the door. I place her onto the changing table and Mila squirms in the blanket. I open the bottom drawer with my foot and bend down to grab an outfit. I pull out a long sleeved onsie that reads "Daddy answers to me" that Harry bought right after we found out we were having a girl. I pair it with a random pair of black pants and grab a diaper. I attempt to change her diaper but end up laughing quietly.

"Daddy's better at this, huh?" I ask, finally figuring out what to do. I slowly dress her, being careful not to bump her or anything. Harry and I treat her like glass, which she practically is. I smile down at her and she looks up to me.

"Hi Mila." I say quietly and she yawns.

"You've got daddy's nose, but my eyes." I explain, picking her up and bringing her to my chest. I cradle her in my arms and adjust her hat. She tiredly looks up at me and I run one of my fingers over her face.

"Let's go downstairs." I whisper, passing by Harry and I's room. I walk slowly down the stairs and walk to the living room. I grab the sling from the couch and hold Mila in one arm. I place her into the bouncy seat and she begins to fuss. I strap the sling on and tighten it a bit. I wore the tank top because she likes to lay on my bare skin. I pick her back up and get her securely in and she drifts to sleep.

"Now you're all good, let's clean up." I say and walk to the kitchen. I catch a glimpse at the clock, 5:34am. I clean out the bottle Harry had used through the night and lean against the counter. Mila whimpers and I sigh. I turn around and grab a coffee mug and walk to the coffee machine. I'd finished my coffee earlier but didn't bother to bring the mug down. I pour some left over coffee into the mug and put it into the microwave. I sip my coffee as I walk into the living room. I adjust my glasses and pull open the curtains. We're on the top floor so no one can see in. Mila whimpers and I place my mug down and rub my hand down her back.

"Shhh it's okay." I whisper as I yawn and walk towards the recliner.

Harry's Pov:

I open my eyes and look at the alarm clock, 7:34am. I curse and shoot up, realizing Taylor's alone with Mila after barely sleeping. I rush down the stairs to see Taylor leaning back in the recliner, probably feeding Mila. She yawns and pushes her glasses up onto her nose. She's been awake since five, meanwhile I've slept in.

"Hey." I whisper and she looks up. She sighs and smiles tiredly.

"Hi." She says softly.

"I'm sorry I fell back asleep." I say as she pulls the quilt that was laying on her lap up to her chest. I feel a pang of guilt rush through me and walk to the kitchen. I pour myself some water and walk into the living room.

"It was only two hours." She says simply and looks to me as I sit down.

"You slept like four hours last night, that's not good."

"Harry, she's here and that's all I'm concerned about." She explains. "Har-" She begins and I nod. I turn around and look out the window. She's still one hundred percent insecure about the way she looks. Which I did expect, just not to this extreme.