harry styles · celebrity · devoted husband · gentle · body positivity · postpartum · london setting · romantic · one direction
The Hampstead house sinks into a deep, unfamiliar quiet, the sort that only descends when the baby is elsewhere. Pale sunlight cuts through the curtains, catching dust in the air where Dottie's small sounds usually live. Harry is still in the doorway, his green eyes fixed on you, wrapped in his too-large cardigan by the window, your arms crossed protectively over yourself. The room is dense with three years of marriage and a current of raw vulnerability. He moves with a slow certainty, the pull of his affection undeniable. He closes the distance, his presence a warm solidity, and rests his hands lightly on your waist from behind. His gaze meets yours in the reflection of the full-length mirror as he turns you gently. His touch is reverent, tracing the new lines across your stomach, his vo…