"Harry, this is amazing."

"You like it?"

I nod as my eyes scan the area in front of me, complete marble lobby in a hotel on the beach of the island of Turks and Caicos. He planned this whole vacation without me, a surprise apparently. It wasn't a great idea to me at first, but now it seems like the best idea he's ever had. The island is so beautiful and this hotel...there's fountains and ponds everywhere and flamingos in the gardens and beautiful detailing on the floors and columns. I can just see the water from here and it's the clearest turquoise I've ever seen. This place is breathtaking.

"It's perfect," I tell him. He smiles and I kiss his cheek. "You did well."

"I'm glad. Let's go check in."

Sophie stays asleep in his arms while Harry talks to the man behind the front desk. My eyes wander shamelessly while he gets our room number and everything else. Soph fell asleep on the bus ride here after being an absolute nightmare on the plane. Even Harry lost his patience with her, which really never happens.

A man loads our suitcases onto a golf buggy which conveniently takes us through the resort to our room. We pass by a massive pool and hundreds of other rooms before we finally pull up to a small building right alone the beach. Once Harry's tipped him he takes off again.

"What is this?" I ask, looking up at the small place. I step through a gate and find a small private pool with a small hot tub on the far side with a bunch of patio furniture around it. Harry pulls our bags into the enclosed area and continues towards the doors. "Harry?"

"Come on," he says. "Let's go inside."

"Is this all for us?"

He nods. "It's got a kitchen and four bedrooms with a patio on the third floor."

"Three floors? Harry, there's three of us. We hardly need four bedrooms."

He smiles. "I think we might."

"What?"

"Just go inside."

My eyes narrow as I stare at him but he doesn't explain anything else. Instead of trying for an explanation I push the door open and I'm surprised to find that this house-type thing isn't empty.

"Surprise!" Anne shouts, running over to hug me. Her arms are around me before I can process it. Suddenly she pulls back and places her hands over my stomach. "Look at you!"

"Anne?" I choke out. I look past her and my mouth drops open when I see Gemma, Brad, Mason and Kylie. "Holy shit."

"You look incredible," Anne gushes, pulling my attention back to her and her hands that are on my baby bump. "How far along again?"

"Just over five months. What are you all doing here?"

"Harry planned it all," Mason says. He walks over and kisses my cheek. "How's baby number two doing?"

"Good." I hear the door shut behind me and turn to smile at Harry. "You're sneaky."

"Poor little thing," Anne coos, walking over to Harry. She takes Sophie's limp body out of his arms and kisses Harry's cheek. "I'll put her in the room with Jackson."

"Thanks, Mum." He walks up behind me and puts his arms around my waist. "Are you surprised?"

"Are you kidding, of course I am. This is amazing." He kisses my cheek and Gemma and Brad come towards us for hugs and greetings. Kylie is last and I'm basically crying by that point.

"I miss you," she says. I nod and try to keep the tears in. "How can we be best friends and sisters in law and not see each other?"

"Oh my gosh!" I squeal, pulling away and grabbing her left hand. "It's gorgeous!"

"I know," she beams. She smiles at Mason. "I can't even believe it."

"Who would have thought," I say, laughing and putting my arms around both of them. "I'm so glad you guys are all here."

"Savannah, you look incredible," Gemma says. She puts her hand on my stomach and Kylie does the same. "Have you even gained any weight?"

"Do you not feel the giant lump under your hand?"

"No, I mean anywhere else! When I was pregnant I ballooned everywhere," she says. "Feet, ass, hands, face, everything. You look phenomenal."

"Back off," Harry says playfully. I feel a little shudder in my stomach and Kylie squeals. "What?"

"She's kicking," I inform him.

"Or he."

"Or he," I laugh. He smiles and takes our bags, disappearing up the stairs where I assume there are bedrooms. "So, is everyone staying here?"

"No, Mason and I are staying a few villas down in a two bedroom," Kylie says. "This place only has four bedrooms. And we want Sophie to stay with us one night because she's the cutest and so..." She shrugs and smirks at me. "Well, you know."

"Know what?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. She looks at Gemma and they giggle. "Guys."

"You're parents. We all know how it is," she explains. Oh, so they think we have no sex life.

"I'll have you know that Harry and I don't need any help finding time to-"

"Okay!" Mason shouts, placing his hand over my mouth. I push it away and he wags his finger disapprovingly. "We don't need to hear that."

"Grow up," Kylie says to him. "We've all done it, it's not a big deal."

"My sister doesn't do that."

"You realize she's pregnant, right?"

Harry comes bouncing down the stairs again and everyone stares at him, my cheeks a little rosy. He stop between Kylie and Gemma and looks at everyone.

"What?" he asks. He looks at me and I shrug, placing my hands on my lower back.

"Is Jackson asleep still?" Gemma asks him. Harry nods. "Good. He was in a foul mood today."

"We were on a plane for nine hours, it makes sense," Brad says from the kitchen.

"Isn't it time you two had another?" I ask them both. They share a frightened look and both shake their heads. "What?"

"We like sleeping," Gemma says. "Plus, our kid is a nightmare. He causes trouble everywhere he goes. I love him to death but if we had two like him I would have a breakdown."

"You're so dramatic," Harry says to her. "It'd be fun, we could have one the same age."

"Jack and Sophie are the same age."

"Actually, Jack is two years older than Sophie."

"Whatever. You two aren't going to be sleeping for the next four years, so have fun with that."

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This is the kind of thing that makes me regret leaving California. Harry and I don't have any family in New York with us and most of the time it doesn't bother me all that much, but when I'm actually with our families I remember how much I love them and how much I wish we could be closer to someone. My mother is in New York a few months of the year, but she's way too busy to spend a lot of time with us most days.

And my brother. We were so inseparable growing up and in high school we were each other's sibling and parents. Now we barely ever see each other and I'm lucky if I get him on the phone once a week. Now he's getting married and I'm having a second baby..I just wish we could see each other more. Sophie absolutely adores him and whenever she hears his name she just goes on and on. Now that's exactly what she's doing, only she's sitting on his lap going on and on about something else. But he's listening like its the most interesting thing in world and I love that.

"She is not tired at all," Harry says behind me. We're sharing one lounge chair, my back leaning into his chest with his hand on my waist with his thumb making small circles on my hip.

"That makes one of us," I mutter, trying to keep my eyes open. I feel a low laugh rumble in his chest.

"You want to go to bed?"

"I can't let my two year old stay up later than me. That's just sad."

He laughs again. "It's getting late. She should go to bed anyway."

"I can put her to bed when she's tired," Anne offers. "She slept a few hours today so she'll probably be awake for a bit."

"No, we can stay up," I assure her.

"Nonsense. Go on up to your room, you've had a long day."

"Thanks, Mum," Harry says. He starts sitting me up, pushing me up with him. "Let's go."

"Fine," I huff, pushing myself up from the chair. This belly is getting more and more inconvenient for me and I'm not even at six months yet. We say goodnight to everyone and head up the stares of the villa to what is, apparently, the master bedroom. There's a large four poster bed with a white duvet and a small desk the the far corner. Doors line the opposite wall that lead out to a private balcony that looks onto the beach. Harry walks over and opens the doors, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore filling my ears. I venture into the ensuite bathroom, which has a large jacuzzi and separate shower, finishes almost as nice as the ones we have back in New York.

"What do you think?" Harry asks, reappearing behind me. He leans against the doorframe and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah?"

"It's so perfect, Harry. I can't believe you pulled this off."

"We need to spend time with our families." He kisses my forehead, lips staying against the skin there as he continues. "This is what we need right now."

"I love you," I tell him quietly. When I look up at him he leans his forehead against mine. "You're far too good to me."

"No. You deserve so much better."

"That doesn't exist."

Our embrace tightens when I kiss him. His mind seems connected to mine and before I can start pushing him backwards he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. Once I'm laying in the centre of the white sheets he stands up to remove his shirt.

"I'm surprised you can still do that," I mumble, staring at his newly exposed torso. He crawls over me and I grasp his necklaces in one hand.

"You're pregnant. You're not a cow."

"Same thing."

"Savannah," he laughs. "You need to stop that."

"Just admit that I'm way bigger than I was last time."

"Isn't that normal, though?"

"So you do admit it!" I exclaim, poking my finger at his chest. He rolls his eyes and dips his head down, lips softly attacking my neck. My eyes flutter closed, fingers automatically finding his hair. Slowly but surely the trail leads to my lips and when he kisses me a soft moan leaves my mouth.

"You're perfect," Harry says against my lips. "Trust me, you've never been sexier."

Well he knows just what to say, doesn't he? When he kisses me again there's no denying that he believes that, because before I know it he's removing my clothes and his own and I'm not even sure how he managed to do that. Granted I was just wearing a dress so it's not that hard, but I'm not kidding when I say the only thing I could concentrate on was the feeling of his lips on mine, of his tongue roaming my mouth.

Somehow I manage to flip us over, pulling Harry up with me into a sitting position. He gently kisses my collarbone, a low groan emitted when my fingers wrap around his length. His fingertips dig into my hips as I lower myself onto him, my bottom lip pinched between my teeth. Harry helps with my movements, slowly lifting me up and then back down. As the pace quickens we both struggle to stay quiet and make sure our families don't hear us. Harry falls back against the mattress and lifts his hips continuously to meet mine, my hands on his chest for support. Profanities slip from Harry's lips and as he spills out inside of my I reach my own high, collapsing beside him afterwards. Only the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, mixing with the gentle sounds of the ocean.

After a few minutes Harry rolls onto his side, leaning his head on his hand and looking down at me. I life my hand to his face, fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. He gets more handsome as he gets older. Is that supposed to happen? I don't know but I am definitely not complaining.

"I've been thinking about names," Harry says after a while.

"Weird time to talk about that, but okay." He laughs and I feel him start to trace patters on my stomach with his fingertips. "Let's hear them."

"I liked Peyton for a girl. Or maybe Ava."

"I love Ava, that's really pretty." He smiles proudly. "Any suggestions for boys?"

"Well I love the name Jackson, but Gemma stole it from me. I like simpler names, though. Like Ben."

"I don't like that."

"Fine. Adam?"

"No."

"Babe," he laughs. "You can't just say no to all my ideas."

"Those are too simple."

"Fine. What do you think?"

"Hmm," I hum, thinking of some names I could like. I hadn't thought about it much. "I like Nathan or maybe Aiden."

"I like those," he agrees. His palm lays flat against my stomach and I feel the baby start to move a little. "Aiden is a good name."

"She moves more when you talk," I tell him, putting one hand on my stomach. He raises his eyebrows. "I'm serious."

"Really?" he asks, his eyes light with excitement. He shifts down the bed so his face is right next to my belly. "Hi, baby."

"What are you doing?"

"Talking to him."

"Umm...why?" I ask, laughing a little bit.

"So I can feel him move around." He looks at my stomach. "Hey there, little guy. Or girl. But I'm secretly hoping there's a little man in there."

"Harry!"

"What?"

"What if she knows what you're saying?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows. He just stares at me for a minute and I roll my eyes, flopping back against the pillows again. "Fine."

"Mum is a little crazy, just so you know," he says, patting the bump. I give him the finger without looking and he laughs. "Okay, I don't know what else to say. I feel like I'm talking-"

He stops short when the baby starts moving around in there right under his hand. The grin on his face makes me smile and once again my fingers brush through his hair. For the next few minutes while this is happening all I can think is that I don't know how I got this lucky. This is not the way I thought my life would turn out, living in New York with my boyfriend that was formerly my teacher and having our second child. But it's all I could possibly want.

Notes

got her done. i feel like i always update when no on checks the sit anymore...its unfortuante. but for me this is wheni have time.

anyway i hope you guys liked that one :) nice little surprise there for them. and a special scene since I havent done that in a while and idk if you guys like that or not. aaanyway.

comment please :) thanks for reading ma story