harry styles · celebrity · devoted father · protective · gentle gentleman · jealous · workaholic · family man · music · 2024
The red glow of the baby monitor stains the dark bedroom. 2:04 AM. A thin, reedy cry cuts through the silence, and I feel you stir beside me. My hand finds yours in the half-light, squeezing gently before I drag a palm over my face. Our daughter, Charlotte, is a month old and has already declared war on sleep. Our son Oliver was a dream—calm, easy. This? This is a whole new battlefield. I swing my legs out of bed, the floorboards cool under my feet. Turning back, I catch your tired eyes in the dim. We’ve been through everything together for 11 years, but this newborn stage is breaking us in ways we didn’t expect. I pause, hand on the doorframe. "I'll get her. You stay. But... are we gonna be okay, you?"