My Sunflower *h.s*

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Ngl I started writing this chapter with nothing in mind and then it turned a little spicy but whatever. This also turned out to be a bit of a long chapter for me, hope you enjoy!

Also. . . Uhm 40k. What? Who? When?

Thank you all so much for the constant support! I wish I could thank all of you individually.

Song: love you for a long time by Maggie Rogers

Molly - 30 weeks pregnant

"Baby. . . It's time to get up. We have a flight to catch." I groaned, his hand lightly pushing hair off my face. If it weren't for my giant stomach, I would flip over and ignore him, but sadly, I can hardly flip over anymore. I feel like a whale constantly, and the worst part is, I still have two more months left.

"Don't wanna. . ." I whined out, pinching my eyes shut and pushing my head further into my pillow.

"C'mon baby, we need to go home." I whined again, not wanting to get up. The bed was warm and comfy and all I wanted to do is sleep. Why he chose a morning flight, I'll never know, but I severely dislike him for it. I felt his fingers press lightly against the skin of my face, moving my hair back. His fingers reached up to my scalp, lightly scratching. I sighed, melting into the feeling of his touch. "Hey now, don't fall back asleep. I'm gonna go turn on the shower and you better be up when I get back." His fingers left my hair and I felt him press his lips to my forehead before the bed shifted and his weight left, along with his warmth and his scent.

I whined at the cool air hitting my skin, forcing myself to open my eyes. I blinked a few times, getting my eyes to adjust to the light. I heard the shower turn on in this distance and not long after Harry came back into the room, a white shirt on and grey track pants low on his hips, his hair messy from sleep. He sent me a bright smile and I pushed myself up on the bed, throwing my legs over the side.

"Good morning."

"Mmm, mornin'" I tilted my head up as he reached me, closing my eyes and puckering my lips. I heard him chuckle lightly and then his lips pressed to mine, giving me a quick kiss.

"C'mon now, time to shower." I groaned as he grabbed my hands, lifting me off the bed and onto my feet.

"Why did you book a flight so early?"

"I told you, I've got things to do baby. I gotta write songs, make a new album." I sighed, following him to the bathroom.

"Still annoying. . ."

"Oh you'll be fine. Sarah is gonna pick us up from the airport and then we're gonna go home and rest. We'll do whatever you want." We walked into the bathroom, already warm from the steam of the water. I sat down on the closed toilet seat and watched as he closed the door and locked it, turning back to me. He took his shirt off, setting it on the counter next to the sink.

"Whatever I want?" He hummed in agreement, slipping off his pants and walking over to me, holding out his hands. I grabbed them and he hoisted me to my feet, grabbing the hem of his shirt that I stole and pulled it over my head, my hair falling onto my bare back.

"Whatever you want." He leaned forward, whispering it against my lips before quickly kissing me.

"Alright." I sighed but had a small smile on my face, letting him help me get fully undressed. He got in the shower first, holding his hand out for me to take. I grabbed it and carefully stepped in, sighing as the warm water hit my back. Harry's hands rested on my hips and I lightly gripped his biceps, letting my head rest on his chest. His thumb rubbed circles into my skin, his cheek coming to rest on the top of my head.