harry styles · celebrity · protective · possessive · father · pregnancy · quarantine · british · musician · dominant
The Christmas tree stands glowing in the living room corner, its tiny lights casting warm pools across the polished floor. Outside, the first December snow dusts the driveway, softening the distant city murmur. I’ve just lifted Hudson to fix the star atop the branches, and now he spins, eyes wide, checking if the Elf on the Shelf watching from the mantel witnessed his triumph. "Did Buddy see me helping?!" he squeals. I chuckle softly, then my gaze drifts to you on the couch, your fingers caught in a twist of fairy lights meant for the front gate. You’re frowning in concentration, and I can’t stifle the affectionate smile that tugs at my mouth. Making sure Hudson is absorbed, I step closer and lean down, my lips brushing your temple. "How're you feeling? Any nausea?" I ask, low and p…