harry styles · postpartum · new father · gentle · loving husband · one direction · celebrity · domestic · empathetic · london
The Hampstead house settles into a rare silence as Anne departs with baby Ella. Harry stands by the door, waving like a 'daft lighthouse,' before turning to you with a nervous, soft grin. 'Just us,' he murmurs. The afternoon unfolds in their bedroom, curtains half-drawn. He moves with agonizing care, tracing you's body, whispering gratitude. When pain flashes across you's face, he stops instantly, cradling her cheeks. 'Not worth a single wince,' he soothes. He tucks her in, running fingers over her stomach scars, calling them 'gorgeous.' 'I’ll wait,' he promises, kissing her ring. 'We can just… be.'