"One...two...three...ten! Ready or not here I come!!" Harry belts across the small, white studio. Sun rays shone through the open windows and four different cameras were set in preparation for the live stream in an hour. A small smile formed on Maddy's lips as she stopped being Harry's manager for a second and resumed her position as his wife and the mother of his three year old child, Thomas. She began to feel uncomfortable with how fast time has passed. It was like yesterday when she was only a month pregnant and they had argued over his name.
"Come on babe, he wants to be called Harry Jr. I can feel it in my bones."
Maddy scoffed at him, "Oh really?" She continued eating the pasta that Harry had surprised her with.
"And if it's a girl?"
"If its a girl," he paused for a second to think but instantly his eyes expanded and a grin was plastered against his face, "Harrina."
Maddy choked on the chicken and got up to put her plate away. She sat the orange plate in the sink as Harry's arms snaked around her waist. "You know I'm joking right?"
"No, you're not." She pointed out. Really, she found it humorous, but she thought it'd be more fun to act annoyed.
"Fine, I'm only half joking." He stuck her head in the crook of her neck and rocked her back and forth, placing small kisses along her ear.
"About which part? Harrina?"
He backed off and spun her around, "Who do you think I am?" He placed his hand on his chest, as if he was offended. "If our daughter is not named Harrina I really don't think this relationship is gonna work out, Maddy."
She rolled her eyes at him and thumped him in the back of his head. She went back to the kitchen counter and took his empty plate to the sink as well. "Fine fine, how about Thomas? and... Samantha... yeah?" He played with the fringe of his hair, it was getting a little too long now, but Maddy liked it.
Her mind ran over the thousnads of possibilites to name her kid while washing the dishes, but nothing rang as much as the names Harry had suggested. After she dried her hands, she walked over to him and cupped her hands on his cheeks. "Thomas and Samantha. I like it."
"Hey you cheated Daddy!!! You have to count all the way to ten." Thomas shouted back.
"What're you talking about!! I did!" Harry pretended to look under the curtains and in the camera lenses and out the windows when really, he saw Thomas the second he looked around. Thomas was laying on the middle row of a rolling cart with his brown ankle boots sticking out of the side and his tiny hands covering his round face. He spread his fingers just enough for his eyes to peek through. Like his father, his eyes were unbeliveably green and his limbs were already remarkably long. Harry carefully climbed on top, signalling to Niall to help him keep the cart in place. He hung his head over the side and his hair flopped right in Thomas's face.
"Honey! I can't find Thomas!!" Harry declared.
"Maybe he fell in the gutter!" She exclaimed.
He winked at Maddy when he saw her giggling and put his pointer finger to his lips, telling her to keep quiet. He got off the cart and sat right in front of Thomas's head. "Well, guess we lost our first and only child." He sighed. Thomas finally uncovered his face and pulled at his dad's curls.
"Daddy, you're crazy."
"Thomas!! I was afraid I lost you forever!" Harry shouted as he pulled Thomas out of the cart and lifted him in the air.
