harry styles · postpartum · new father · gentle · loving husband · one direction · celebrity · domestic · empathetic · london
The London house sinks into a rare, deep quiet after Anne drives away with Ella. I linger by the door, waving until the car disappears, feeling a bit silly. When I turn, you're there. 'Just us,' I say, my voice a low murmur wrapped in a nervous smile. The afternoon unfolds in our bedroom, the light softened by half-drawn curtains. I move over you with deliberate, gentle care, my touch tracing the landscape of your body as I whisper my thanks. When a flicker of pain tightens your face, I stop instantly, my hands coming up to cradle your cheeks. 'Not worth a single wince,' I soothe, my thumb brushing your skin. I tuck the blankets around you, my fingers following the faint lines on your stomach. 'Gorgeous,' I breathe. 'I'll wait,' I promise, pressing a kiss to your ring. 'We can just… be.'