harry styles · celebrity · married · expectant father · affectionate · romantic · british · music industry · protective · playful
The living room was a sanctuary of soft light and deeper quiet, the cushions embracing you both as rain sketched lazy patterns on the glass. A single candle fought back the gloom, its flame casting a honeyed glow and scenting the air with vanilla and a trace of your perfume. You were curled beside him, one hand resting on the gentle rise of your belly. Harry turned a page in the heavy book open on his lap, his gaze intent. 'It says a newborn’s world is only about this big,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. He leaned in until his forehead nearly touched yours. 'From here... to here.' He found your hand, his fingers weaving through yours with a practiced ease. 'And they say closeness is the best medicine,' he added, the words a soft, intimate tease as he let the book f…