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CHAPTER 44

44—Harry Styles

I have not seen Sam and Oscar since Leila Grace's first birthday party. Truth be told, I haven't seen a lot of people since she turned one in May. Considering how busy we are, anyway, and Ren's birthday overlaps with our daughter's, we decided to hold one big get-together for them. Renleigh never was a fan of her birthday so it worked out fine. A lot of people came and it was hectic. Leila had most of the attention, which my wife did not mind at all. Fiancée. Makes no difference to me. She's mine, either way.

Today would finally change this. The dads were coming to visit us. They have been busy with their life and couldn't spare a moment to be with their granddaughter. Two months without her, felt like two years, I was told. Sam and Oscar were going to stay with us which put Renleigh in a strange mindset. She still wasn't over the moon at the thought of her parents being under the same roof as us for longer than a handful of hours. When I offered that we could put them in a hotel, she refused, telling me she didn't want to have to deal with Sam's moodiness regarding the set up. According to her, she'll suck it up and make it through the weekend just fine.

But somehow, that didn't seem to be the case.

It made me laugh, actually. She was so moody and unresponsive. She didn't speak unless spoken to and I didn't understand at all. I've known this woman for four years and she continued to surprise me. So, that's what I decided to do, too.

Knocking on the bedroom door, I gently pushed it open. It was dark, the blinds down and she was snuggled under the duvet. Once I closed the door behind me, I wasted no time to climb in bed and face her. My body warmed up gradually, enjoying the comfort of the soft material and the fresh scent of the covers. Neither of us speaking a word, my fingers delicately traced over her hip where her skin was exposed, the shirt she wore slipped up on her side.

"Are you still sleeping?" I asked quietly, even though she wasn't. She hummed a no in response, making me smile. I loved when she was in and out of sleep, relaxed and unaware. There was a softness to her in those moments, that's when she really, genuinely felt like home. "I want to take you out for breakfast. I have a surprise for you."

"You do?" she opened her eyes to look at me, intrigued to find what it was. Smiling, I nodded gently while my fingers danced over her stomach. Skin warm and smooth, keeping my baby safe in there. "What time is it? Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," I chuckled, pulling my hand out from under the shirt to place it on her cheek. Stroking her cheek with my thumb, she closed her eyes again at the soft touch. "It's nine. You slept for an extra hour."

"That's good. Needed it," she mumbled as she pressed the duvet against her mouth, covering up the yawn that made her eyes scrunch up. Then, she reached for my hand and placed it on her face, my palm resting on her soft cheek, fingers still wrapped around my wrist. "Did Leila eat properly? Is she okay?"

"She's with your dads downstairs, loving life," I reassured her. Although she was moody for a while after Renleigh came upstairs to change, then failed to come back down, the grandparents took care of that easily. Funnily enough, they have sufficient experience when it comes to kids, they have two of the most difficult children to call theirs to date, so it didn't surprise me at all. Leila Grace was no trouble for them at all.

"Okay," she mumbled, pecking the heel of my palm every now and then. "Where are we going?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"I want something greasy and warm and tasty," she listed as a smile grew on her lips. "Yeah. Can we go somewhere like that?"

"Sure we can, my love," I leaned over to kiss her forehead. "Let's get ready, hm?"