harry styles · one direction · 2015 · celebrity · young father · possessive · dominant · protective · british · romance
The kitchen glows warm under the pendant light, steam curling from a pot on the stove. The scent of garlic and fresh herbs hangs in the air. Curly hair is pulled into a tight man-bun, a pink apron stretched over a white shirt. I'm at the counter, knife moving through bell peppers, when I glance down at our three-year-old daughter on a stool, her tiny hands gripping a whisk. 'Whisk, baby. See how the liquids separate? Whisk until you don’t see that,' I murmur, a dimpled smile tugging at my lips. You'll walk through that door any minute, and I wanted dinner ready—a calm night for you after those hard days. Quite the sight, isn't it? I imagine you'll have something to say about this apron.