My Sunflower *h.s*

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Molly - 34 weeks pregnant

My knee was bouncing rapidly as I leaned back into the leather seat of the car. Harry is coming home today, his flight should be landing soon. He flew private to try and bypass all the lines and people in LAX. I was happy he did that, I certainly didn't want to deal with masses of people and the potential of him bumping into fans, partly because I didn't want to bump into his fans. After what happened the other day on social media and the mix of my added irritability I was trying to interact with people as little as possible.

I've snapped at almost everybody I've talked to lately over the smallest things. Usually it was over someone fawning over me or trying to help me. I'm getting really tired of people gushing about how big I was getting or asking to touch my belly. I don't know why anyone says pregnancy is a wonderful and magical experience. The only thing I'm feeling is fat and annoyed. It hurts to walk now, my feet swollen and my back and hips in pain. And Isabelle loves to jam her little feet under my ribs now which hurts like a bitch.

I felt my heart beat faster as I saw his plane start to skid across the tarmac, quickly throwing my seatbelt off and clumsily sliding out of the seat. I slammed the door shut and shuffled to the front of the car, waiting anxiously for the plane to stop and for him to walk down the steps. My legs were jittering as I rested my back against the hood of the car, my hands resting on the top of my large belly. I tried to contain my smile, biting my bottom lip at the corner.

The plane slowed to a stop quite a ways down from where I was stood, and the minute I was sure it was done moving I started moving closer, anxious and excited to see Harry. The door opened the the stairs lowered, people starting to walk out, but I couldn't bother to check who it was as I tried to see where he was.

I finally saw his familiar head of curls as he tilted his head down to look at the stairs in front of him, a bag slung over his shoulder. I walked further forward, getting closer to the stairs so I could meet him at the bottom. He had his head down the whole time and I was waiting for him to lift it and spot me.

My nerves and excitement were high, my body unable to stand still. I bit my lip and fiddled with my hands, impatiently waiting for him to look up at me.

When he finally lifted his head and his eyes met mine, his award winning smile stretched on his face, dimples popping and white shiny teeth appearing. I smiled back, practically bouncing in my spot as he descended further down the steps.

He eventually reached the bottom and I raced over, his bag dropping off his shoulder as he encased me in a hug. He was bent slightly at the waist, hugging me as close as possible. The baby bump is really getting in the way now, he had to bend at a weird angle in order to get my head on his shoulder. But in this moment, I don't mind. I'm just glad I get to bask in his warmth and the smell of his cologne, god I love that cologne.

He pulled back a bit, his forehead only a few inches in front of mine. "Hi baby", he smiled down at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Hey." I returned his smile, lifting up on my toes slightly to press a kiss to his lips. He leaned down again, meeting me halfway so I didn't have to strain so much to reach him. One of his hands was rested on my waist while the other was on the back of my head, his fingers playing with my hair slightly. I reached my arms up, interlocking them behind his neck, playing with the little curls at the nape of his neck.

"Missed you. . ." He mumbled against my lips, his breath cascading softly on my face. I smiled, replying, "missed you too." I pulled him into another hug, sliding my hands to my elbows.

"You're not leaving again right?" I felt him chuckle slightly against my ear, his head shaking and his hair tickling my skin.

"No baby, not leaving for a while." I hummed in happiness in his ear, squeezing him tighter to me. "I love you, but I have another girl I need to say hello to." He pulled my arms off of him while I grumbled with a pout. He shook his head with a light laugh, dipping down to his knees and placing his hands on either side of my stomach. He leaned in close, placing a kiss on the outside of my shirt.