From This Moment On

I begin to stir and slowly open my eyes. As I turn, my lips curve up into a big smile as I look to see Harry asleep beside me, his arm resting on my growing stomach atop the loose shirt I wore along with a comfy pair of sweat pants. He was snoring away with his face buried into the pillow beside mine. I smile and lean over best I could and push some of the hair out of his eyes and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t stir or make a sound as I begin to sit up in our bed.

“Don’t get up babe,” he finally grumbles his voice thick with sleep as I feel him pull me back so I was lying beside him. “Lay with me,” he mutters burying his face into the pillow he had a tight grip on.

“I will, just let me go pee first,” I tell him with a small chuckle and slowly stand up from where I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Fine,” he groans pulling the duvet along with the covers over his face to block the light.

I laugh a bit and continue my way to the bathroom. Once I walk inside, I shut the door quietly so I wouldn’t wake Harry but I knew he was already passed back out so I wouldn’t bug him at all. One of the things I hated about being pregnant, especially as far along as I am now, was the fact that I had to go pee all the time.

After I was done, I go to the sink and wash my hands and lather them up with some peach smelling soap that smelled really good. I rinse them and dry my hands off with the nearest hand towel I could reach. I slowly begin to make my way back into the room more like waddle practically since I was so big.

“C’mere love, want to cuddle with my beautiful wife,” he mutters in his deep morning voice and pulls me down beside him. I can’t help but chuckle at his words.

“Beautiful? I don’t feel like it, you try being the one who has to carry a baby with so much weight on my bladder, I look like a whale,” I tell him and roll my eyes at him. He just laughs and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him as he could.

“You’re not a whale, you’re pregnant, love, my gorgeous pregnant wife that is carrying our son,” he tells me with a laugh, his hands resting on my waist, bringing one of them up to rest on my big belly. I let out a laugh as he comes closer to my growing round stomach and begins mumbling some random nonsense. He was talking to my baby, our baby boy.

“Speaking of our son,” I begin with a smile and move my hand so it was resting on top of my husband’s on my huge baby bump. Harry continued to smile at me lovingly and nods his head for me to continue on. I do just that, “We haven’t started coming up with names, Haz, he’ll be coming soon before we know it,” I finish with a sigh and lie down fully on my back, my head resting against the pillow. One of his hands stayed on my bump and the other on my waist as he continued to look up at me, his green eyes shimmering from the sunlight.

“We should but right now I want to lie here with you, babe,” he finishes and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. I smile and wrap my arms around him much as I could. A content sigh slips from my lips as I shut my eyes and relax a bit more. Just as I was about to fall back asleep alongside my husband, a phone starts to go off loudly.

I let out a frustrated groan as does Harry and grab my pillow to block the loud noise. It takes me a few minutes but I finally push Harry off of me so he could see who it was. He doesn’t respond so I just try and push him again.

“Stop, babe, can’t you get it, it’s on your side, I’m in a comfortable position,” Harry mumbles into the pillow before moving closer and burying his face in the crook of my neck, pressing soft pecks there. I groan as I sit up and glance to the table on my side to find it empty.

“It’s not there, why do I have to get it? If you get up and shut that damn thing off, I may go make some breakfast for the both of us. Please?” I question with a smile as I look at Harry, who was still in the same spot he was in. I could barely make out his reply that was muffled and made my neck tickle. “I want breakfast,” was what I got out of it. It was silent and both of us let out a sigh of relief when it stopped. Finally. A few minutes later, it begins to go off again, this time louder.

“You get up to get it,” he mumbles as he raises his head to look at me, his hair a mess as he stared at me, eyes closed.

“Breakfast,” I remind him and kick him again to try and get him off me. He soon complies and begins to look around for the annoying device that wouldn’t stop going off loudly. A few minutes later, the sound finally ceases and I let out a sigh.

“Who was that?” I ask my eyes still closed as I hear him place it on the dresser so I could easily find it. Next thing I know, I feel the bed shift and lower a bit.

“Hannah calling you but I might or might not have rejected it,” Harry says before coming forward and pressing light kisses over my neck, resting his hand on my stomach rubbing it lightly with his fingertips. “Now get up and make me breakfast, woman,” he whispers, his voice raspy and thick in my ear.

“Fine, I’ll get up if you get off me first,” I tell him with a slight laugh and try to push him off me.

“You’re mean when you’re hungry,” I mutter as I slowly yet carefully rise up from the bed, holding my stomach and stare over at my husband once I finally stand up. “And we did plan to get together soon since it’s been a while, I miss her,” I tell him and cross my arms over my chest. He had leant up on his elbows to look over at me, a cheesy smile on his face.

“You’re mean every day, but I still love you even if you eat weird things and get mad at me for no reason,” he tells me with a laugh before getting up to his feet and walking over to me.

“Love you too, Haz,” I tell him as he grabs me by the waist and drags me behind him toward the closed door of our bedroom. “And that’s why they’re called cravings,” I finish with a smile. I slowly follow behind him, my hand resting on my belly. We soon make it down the stairs which took a bit longer than usual seeing as I was bigger now. I lace my fingers through Harry’s as we walk into the kitchen, a content smile on my lips.

There was a note lying on the counter. It was from my mom. She told us she was headed off to work and that she was going to run to the store to get a few things on her way back home. she signed the note with an I love you all, be safe, Mom

“What do you want, babe?” I ask as I slowly make my way over to the pantry and look over at him. Harry stood in the entryway that led into the small kitchen, a smile on his lips. It was really small, especially coming from the mind of a soon-to-be mom. We really should start looking for a new place soon.

“I love you, Sam,” Harry says and walks over to where I stood. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer best he could. I smile and wrap my arms around his torso best I could and stare into his eyes.

“I love you too, Harry, so much,” I reply and lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips. He kisses me back and pulls away slowly, staring at me, a smile on his lips.

“And I love you too, little man,” Harry says toward my stomach and moves his hand to rest on my baby bump. As he spoke, Harry’s face lit up and broke out in a wide smile as he felt him kick against his hand. I couldn’t help but smile at that and move my hand to rest on top of his.

“He loves his daddy already, but I have a feeling he’ll love me more since I’ll be his mother,” I tell him with a smile.

“You go lay down babe, I’ll fix us something and call you when it’s ready,” Harry tells me and lightly pushes me toward the door. I groan and cross my arms over my chest and look over at him, my eyebrows furrowed together. He smiles a bit and comes closer, hovering over my lips like he was going to kiss me.

“Love you,” he whispers and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Love you too,” I tell him and peck his lips once more before I slowly make my way out of the room and comply with his suggestion. I wanted to rest my feet anyway. After I make my way into the living room, I find a notepad sitting on the coffee table as I sit down on the couch. I wonder where it came from, because this is the first time I’ve ever seen it. It would be a good thing to use when Harry and I come up with baby names that we still haven’t come up with yet.

There wasn’t anything written on the front and that made me wonder even more if there was anything on the inside. As I flip it open, I notice there were lyrics written.My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships, drifting weightless, waves try to break it, I’d do anything to save it… I stare at the words for a few minutes before I hear Harry call out for me, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Sam…you alright, babe?” I look over to see Harry staring over at me, a smile on his face. “It’s ready, love, want to come and eat?” he asks and begins to come over to where I was. He takes a seat beside me and takes my hand in his and stares down at the notepad I held in my other hand.

“You know, that’s my favorite part from our new song Strong, from our new album, and made me think of us,” he tells me and takes the notepad from my hands.

“That’s sweet, babe. Love you,” I tell him and lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.

“After we eat, we can start to come up with names for our little man if you want,” he tells me, putting a hand on my cheek and running his thumb over my skin and mouths an ‘I love you’ to me.

I nod and smile at him. He helps me up and we slowly begin to make our way to the kitchen so we could eat. After Harry and I eat the really good breakfast he made, an omelet with some veggies and some cheese, we go back into the living room so we could start coming up with names for our baby boy. After an hour and a half of coming up with names, we finally come up with one: Michael Edward Styles.

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