Harry Styles Imagines

Pregnancy Moment (Harry's P.O.V)

I stand in the door frame of our bedroom, watching (Y\N) rub her belly, mumbling something I can't hear.

"You can't keep kicking mum in the ribs, I'm trying to sleep." She says, her voice playful.

A smile forms on my lips. She's so cute.

Afternoon naps have became a regular thing at the Styles household.

2 years ago I wouldn't have imagined my life ever being what it is now. 2 years ago I had no intentions of getting married or having a child, but now I can't imagine it being any other way.

I stay still, watching (Y/N) without her knowing. Her hair is pulled into a bun, and she wears her glasses. My Rolling Stones shirt is slightly pulled up, revealing a small portion of the quite large bump underneath.

God she's beautiful.

She sucks in a deep breath, then winces.

I am quickly over to the bed, making sure she's ok.

"What's the matter?" I ask her, my voice not totally stable.

She stares at me for a second, then rolls her eyes.

"Harry stop worrying about every little twinge of pain."

"I asked you what's the matter?" I repeat.

"Your daughter won't stop kicking me in the ribs."

I smile because that's what I did to my mom when she was pregnant.

I kneel down on the floor beside the bed, and put my mouth within inches of her stomach.

"Please stop being mean, baby girl. We love you so much, but you're hurting your mum. You're mum is trying to sleep." I plant a kiss just below (Y/N)'s belly button.

I begin to sing Rock Me too our daughter, (Y/N) giving me a dirty look in the process.