Redemption

Spencer's POV

"I really don't want to go", I say quietly, knowing that Harry could hear me as I zipped up my suitcase filled with things I would need for the next 2 weeks.
"We have to go Spencer. We promised", Harry said, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on the top of my head. He's gotten taller.
"But you know how I feel about going back. They've never tried", I state, pulling away from Harry and exiting our bedroom, making my way down the hallway and into the bedroom I hear the small whimpers coming from.
I knew Harry was following me. He always likes to watch.
"Hiya baby", I coo down to my one year old daughter, lifting her from her crib and smiling as she curled up in to my chest. My beautiful Ariella.
I kissed the top of her head gently and observed as she gurgled a little and buried her face in my neck.
Smiling, I turned around to face Harry seeing him leaning against the door frame and grinning happily.
"Good afternoon princess!", Harry said to our daughter, making her reach out her arms and flail them about at her daddy.

He took her in his arms and I peeped past them when I heard the soft humming of our oldest daughter. Brady.

I peaked around the doorway into my toddler's bedroom, seeing my two year old daughter humming softly to herself as she lays on her back in her crib. I'm pleased she's grown out of the stage where as soon as she wakes up she would scream the house down.
And I am especially happy her younger sister didn't carry the trait.
"That's beautiful singing baby", I say, watching as Brady's head turned to face me and a dimply grin crossed her face.
"Mwummy!", she giggled, slowly and sloppily pulling herself up with the bars and attempting to lift her leg up over her crib.
I lifted my toddler out of her crib and puckered my lips, watching as she did the same with hers.
She gave me a big messy kiss, making loud noises along with it before giggling and wiggling in my arms.
I set her down, watching as she wobbled on her tired legs out of the room to go find her father.
Both the girls, they love their dad so so so much.
He is their world. Just like he is mine.
I followed my clumsy two year old toddler down the hallway, watching as she rammed herself into her fathers legs, wrapping her arms around his calf.
He laughed, picking Brady up with his spare arms, holding both his daughters before walking down the stairs.
I giggled and walked into my room, grabbing my heavy suitcase and walking down the stairs with it.
When I got to the bottom, Brady was standing on the top of the kitchen Island watching her father come rushing towards me before he took the suitcase from my hands and said, "You shouldn't be carrying heavy things"
Harry has always scolded me over the things he doesn't want me to do.
"And you shouldn't be carrying my suitcase when you have precious cargo in your arms", I say, playing with Ariella's soft chocolate brown curls at the nape of her neck.
She made a happy squealing sound before practically jumping into my arms.
Laughing, I took her with me into the kitchen while Harry finished with all the bags.
"Be careful Brady", I say looking at how she was positioned, "Please sit down"
She was a good girl. Most of the time. So she obeyed, plopping down onto her backside and watching me as I pulled out pans and food to prepare breakfast.
"I can do it", arms wrapped around my waist from behind and the husky voice whispered in my ear.
"No I can", I say, but I passed him Ariella and watched as he pulled himself up to sit next to our two year old while he held our infant in his arms, playing with them both.
"I'm nervous", I say truthfully.
"I know", Harry says.
"But I'm not just nervous for me. I'm nervous for the girls", I say.
"There is nothing to be worried about", Harry states, "You send photos and updates to your parents all the time on the girls. And we've spoke to Brady about your family. Everything should be fine"
"But it's two weeks Harry", I groan, walking over to him and burying my face in his shoulder.
"If you can't handle it. We can leave. But we have to try", my husband says.
"Fine", I grumble, "But you owe me"
"I owe you nothing. It's your family", Harry chuckled, "But just remember that the-"

"Spencer", Harry jolted me from my sleep. And my weird dream.
What the hell was that?
I groaned, sitting up straighter in the car, "Sorry", I say.
"No need to be sorry. You look cute when you sleep", Harry states, pulling into the airport carpark.




"You ready?", Harry turned to face me before we got out of the car.
His face was super close.
I nodded my head.
"Good", Harry whispered before gently closing his lips to mine.
We started moving together, our tongues fighter one another.

It was a weird feeling.
Harry unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me across the car and into his lap.
My hands gripped his shoulders and his hands slid from my waist to my bum.
I let out a little gasp.

"Holy shit", he mutter, raising his hips into mine.
I let out a little noise, which I couldn't prevent.
God, that was awkward.
Harry's mouth left mine and started trailing kisses down my neck.
My breathing was heavy and my eyes rolled back slightly.
"You're beautiful", he muttered against my skin.



"We can't be late", he said after a while.
I nodded, opening his car door and climbing out over him.
He passes be my handbag before we grabbed the luggage before making our way inside.



I just couldn't get my mind off of the dream I just had.

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