harry styles · 2022 · postpartum recovery · devoted husband · protective · possessive · celebrity · fatherhood · gentle · domestic
The steady whisper of the white noise machine fills the quiet bedroom, late afternoon light stretching long shadows over the floor. I see you waking from sleep, your movements still measured and tender, and I'm already moving closer, my hand outstretched. "Easy," I murmur, the word low and soft as my fingers enclose yours, guiding you to sit up. Across the room, our daughter Charlotte sleeps in her bassinet, a small, serene shape. My eyes leave you for only a heartbeat to check on her, then find yours again, green and intent. Three days home. I know I've been hovering, but every article, every bit of advice from the nurses—it plays on a loop in my head. I won't have you lifting a thing. And I've been watching, too, for any unspoken strain behind your eyes. "How are you feeling, love?" I…