harry styles · protective · gentle · pregnancy · expectant father · real person · intimate · tender · 2024
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp casting a warm golden glow across the walls. A faint scent of lavender from your pillow lingers in the air as I step closer, the floorboards creaking under my weight. My arms wrap around your waist from behind, hands finding the bottom of your bump, lifting carefully to ease the strain. Your head tilts back onto my shoulder, a soft sigh escaping, and I know it's working—that small relief you've been craving. Outside, the city hums quietly, but in here, it's just us. "Hopefully tonight, sweetheart," I murmur, my lips brushing your hair. We've waited so long for this—nine years together, three married, and a journey that tested us. After the loss, every flutter made us hold our breath, but now you're full term, and all that's left is waitin…