The bed feels colder than usual. When I stir in my sleep trying to find warmth I'm not greeted with Harry's usual soft, delicate touch pulling me tighter to his strong chest. The pillow beside mine, which is usually covered by Harry's unruly long curls, lays untouched and Harry's half of the bed is vacant of his lean body. Soft traces of Harry's cologne still lingers on his pillow, symboling he mustn't been out of bed for too long. I smile contently when I retrieve his phone to check the time and see a picture of use three as his lock screen.
"Holy shit, it's 10am?" I shoot up out of bed at the realization I had slept so late and trip over the blanket in my haste to get to the nursery.
I bolt through our son's door, expecting to find a fussy baby, but find his crib empty.
Faint whispers of Harry's voice is heard from downstairs and I happily make my way down there eager to see what my two boys were up to this morning.
"There you two are." I say, entering the kitchen to a happy baby and and very happy Harry.
"There's your mommy!" Harry coos to our son, making the baby giggle and kick his little legs in Harry's arms. "You kicking your daddy?" Harry pinches the baby chub on his thigh making him squeal in excitement. Both Harry and I laugh in unison. "I made you breakfast, baby. Its on the stove." Harry steps forward to plant a quick kiss on my lips before returning his attention back to our son.
"You and the breakfast both smell amazing." I place my hand on Harry's stomach letting it drag across to his back while I walk behind him to examine the small buffet Harry had prepared. "Harry, this is all for me?" I gape at the amount of food steaming on the stove.
"Yep," he pops the 'p'. "I wasn't sure what you wanted so I kinda made everything." He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks blushing the lightest of pinks.
"You could have woken me up, babe." I get a plate from the cupboard and start piling it high with food.
"But I wanted you to get as much sleep as you wanted, that's why I got up early with him and turned the baby monitor off so you wouldn't be disturbed by either of us." Harry sits down beside me at the table with our son still in his protective grasps. "Say we didn't want to wake mommy up, did we?" Harry playfully bounces the baby in his arms before diving down and attacking the kid's chubby neck with kisses and raspberries. I throw my head back laughing in a perfect state of bliss.
Watching Harry with our son is simply indescribable, literally. There isn't words to capture the way Harry peers down to him when he is nestled into his daddy's strong and loving arms, Harry's smile wide and dimples prominent. They way Harry sounds when he softly sings him to sleep. The face Harry pulls to get our little honey bun to smile and giggle. How gentle Harry is with him when he is fusing and crying, never once losing his temper. The glances I steal of Harry watching me interact with our son, his face so serious but relaxed at the same time, as if life couldn't possibly get any better than this. And it couldn't.
The day I gave birth to our son was the best day of my life. Our life. Having our little human pressed against my bare chest, Harry's forehead resting against my head and his arms wrapped around me while he quietly whispered I love you repeatedly in my ear, telling me he was holding his whole world in his arms and that he would always protect us to his dying day, sealed our love for each other even more. The way Harry's warm hands felt cupping my face while his lips pressed against mine and silent tears slipped down his face will never erase from my skin. How Harry continuously thanked me for making him the happiest man on the earth will never escape my memory. My life is literally like a fairy tale that I never want to end, and as long as I have Harry and our son by my side I know it will be everlasting.
"You're an amazing husband. You're an amazing father." I stare at Harry so intently as he stares just as hard back at me.
I lean over to press our lips together, too happy to be able to control my actions. I put every ounce of love I have in my body into the kiss, wanting Harry to feel my love down to his bones like I feel his.
Our kiss is cut short by a chubby hand slapping at Harry's arm.
"Not in front of the baby, baby." Harry jokingly scolds me getting up to fetch a bottle. He was the one who just had his tongue in my mouth! "Remember that's how it all started then nine months later we got him." He winks.
I scoff, taking a bit of pancakes. As if I could forget sex with Harry. Cheeky bastard.
