Harry's POV

"Stop squirming around, baby." Sophie tries taking her arm out of my grasp and I lift her to sit on my knee. "Just your face left, okay?"

"Daddy," she whines.

"I know. Just don't move, okay? If it gets in your eyes it'll hurt," I explain, squirting a little sunscreen on my hand. She closes her eyes and scrunches her nose up in the cutest way ever while I rub it over her face. This is the third time I've had to do this; Sophie might be half fish. She's spent all of her time since we got here either sleep, eating or swimming. Mostly swimming. We've been at the beach or the big pool mostly, but today Savannah is exhausted and feeling a little morning sickness, so we're just hanging around our own little private pool at the villa.

"Just wait a few minutes," I tell her. She runs over to the steps and drops onto the first one. "Soph."

"Me want swim," she says innocently.

"Just wait a minute."

Her shoulders slump and she stares down at the water while my mother laughs quietly beside me. Sophie normally listens pretty well but she is clearly playing the cute card now when she stares at me like that. I shake my head and she sits down on the step, her hands cupping her face.

"She's so adorable," Kylie says. "How can you not give into that face?"

"I do all the time," Mum says. "Harry and Savannah have become immune, I think."

"Not immune," I defend. How do you get used to that? "But if we gave in every time we'd have a spoiled brat on our hands."

"Who's spoiled?" Savannah asks, walking out of the villa. She sits on the end of my chair, piling her hair on top of her head. "Are we talking about Harry?"

She smiles at me and I shake my head. This is the one I can't say no to. She pats my leg and turns to look at Sophie. Sophie is now dipping her finger in the pool and slowly twirling it around.

"Why isn't she swimming?" she asks.

"I just put sunscreen on her."

"Oh. But she looks so sad."

"Babe," I laugh. "I was just telling them that we don't give into the cute face."

"Harry, look at her!" she turns and makes a dramatic pouty face. "Come on, let her swim."

"She can in a few minutes."

"You're so mean."

"And you're so hormonal," I tell her, sitting up and rubbing my hand against her back. She sighs. "How are you feeling?"

"I just threw up," she says, scrunching up her nose. That's where Sophie gets it; they look exactly the same when they do that.

"I thought you were feeling better?" Kylie asks.

"I was. Sometimes it comes back, though. Where's Mason?"

"He went with Gemma and Brad to get food. Jackson is his new favourite person," Kylie says, laying back down on her chair. Mum starts talking to her about something and I look at Savannah again.

"You need anything?" I ask. She shrugs. "Did you have some water or something?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"The kitchen is huge, I couldn't find any cups," she whines, leaning sideways against me. She nuzzles against my neck and my arms wrap around her. She's almost as adorable as the two year old.

"Go ahead, Soph," I call to her. She smiles and walks down into the water. The water wings make my life so much easier. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Okay. Maybe some pizza, too."

"Pizza," I repeat, laughing a little. She nods. "Okay, I can get you some."

"I already told Mason to bring a bunch back," Kylie says. "Pizza is always your go-to."

"Wouldn't peanut butter be so good on pizza?" Savannah asks.

"No," we all say in unison.

"That would be the pregnancy talking," Mum says. "When I was pregnant with Harry I put pickles in my ice-cream."

"That sounds so good!" Savannah says. "Harry, can we have that?"

"That's not a thing," I tell her. "That's disgusting."

She shrugs and sits up. Even though she just puked and her hair is a knotted mess on top of her head, she's still beautiful. That's so cliche and corny, I know, but it's really true.

"Daddy!" Sophie shouts from the pool. "Come in de pool!"

"Yeah, get in the pool," Savannah says. "I want this chair."

"Love you too," I laugh, standing up from my spot. She moves back to where I just was while I pull my tshirt over my head. "Take these."

She takes my sunglasses and slides them over her eyes. In these semi see-through dresses she's been wearing I can see her stomach so much better and I love that. It's weird but...her being pregnant is a turn on. Something about it makes her more beautiful, if that was possible.

"Stop staring at me and swim with your daughter," she says, kicking my leg. Mum places her hand on Savannah's belly for the zillionth time in the last few days. She doesn't care, though; everyone's been fondling our baby without pause but it honestly doesn't seem to bother her. Sophie is laughing when I turn around and head for the pool.

"Watch out," I call to her. She laughs harder and waves her hands around a bit. I turn around and look at the girls, then take off for the pool. I land far enough from Sophie but close enough to them to get everyone wet. When I come up for air they're all complaining but Sophie is laughing. Savannah is too, but she's trying to hide it.

"Did I get you?" I ask Soph, swimming towards her. She nods her head. "Oh man."

When I get close enough she grasps onto my shoulder and just like every other time her nails dig into my skin. When we 'swim' together she just hangs off me while I swim around. Mum and Savannah have both taken a thousand pictures. Apparently it's adorable.

I don't know why we didn't do something like this sooner. Spending all this time without having to worry about my fucking father or the imminent addition to our family or anything else. We've had so many issues I've forgotten how amazing our life is. Me and Savannah being together finally, having our amazing daughter and us being able to just...be. For now, maybe. But while we have it I'm going to enjoy it.

Savannah's POV

"Okay," I tell Kylie as soon as Anne goes inside, "I have a problem."

"What?"

"Have you seen Harry?"

"Yeah.."

A large sigh passes my lips and I watch Harry lift Sophie out of the water to toss her up. First of all, he's topless. Tattoos and abs and everything on full display. Second, he's got that goofy grin on his face with the dimples and the little crinkles around his eyes. And then there's the way he's playing with Sophie; seeing him be so amazing with her makes me so much more attracted to him. Plus, there's the short yellow bathing suit.

"Your boner is showing," Kylie says, leaning in closer to me. I reach over and hit her arm and she laughs quite loudly at me, drawing Harry's attention. I wiggle my fingers and he winks at me, sinking back into the water and bring Sophie with him.

"He gets better looking as he gets older," I continue. "How is that fair? And with him working at the gym he actually gets paid to work out so his abs look like sections of a hershey bar."

"I noticed. I'm glad he got over the whole growing his hair out thing. But without my own fiance to gawk at I did notice the body."

"Kylie!" I hit her harder this time and she laughs. "You're not supposed to-"

"You're being loud!" she says over me. She glances at Harry. "Anyway. The point is you're pregnant so it's probably just your hormones talking."

"Probably." I sit back again and go back to watching Harry. "That doesn't make it any less annoying."

"Why is being attracted to your boyfriend annoying?"

"It's not just being attracted to him. I'm not kidding when I say I'm literally always turned on." She giggles and I adjust Harry's sunglasses on my nose. "Always. It's almost painful."

"So do something about it."

"But I'm so tired," I whine. She laughs again. "Plus, it's weird. His mother and sister are staying with us. If we go upstairs in the middle of the day everyone is going to know what we're doing and that's weird. Plus, I don't know if the walls are very soundproof."

"Here you go," Anne sings, sitting back down on her lounge chair. She hands me a glass of water and Kylie bites back a smile. "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing," I say quickly.

---

"Baby, wake up."

"Hmm?" I strectch my arms over my head and smile lazily up at Harry. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah," he says. His hand slides over my stomach. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Finally."

"That's good." He takes my hands and pulls me up. "Come swimming with me."

"Now?" He nods. "Where's Sophie?"

"She's with Mum. They're all over at Mason and Kylie's."

"Everyone?" He nods, sexy half smile creeping over his lips. "Oh gosh, what did Kylie say to you?"

"Nothing." Our fingers lace together and he pulls me a little closer. "Nothing at all."

"You're a terrible liar."

He laughs and we step outside. "I'm not going to tell you what she said, but we are going to go swimming."

He reaches for the bottom of my top and starts to pull it up. "Harry, I don't have my bathing suit on."

"I know," he says simply. He pulls his own shirt off and then reaches for mine.

"Harry, we're outside," I whisper. "People can see us."

"You can't see in here. The trees and bushes and stuff are too high. Plus, no one is around right now." He manages to get my shirt off and stops a foot or two away from the edge of the pool.

"I don't know," I mutter, my heart already pounding. Harry leaves a heavy kiss on my lips and steps back from me, letting his shorts fall to the ground.

"Your loss," he says. He smirks at me and turns to jump into the pool. This isn't a good idea. I'm a mother and why do I want strangers to see me with my boyfriend?

What the hell.

My skirt drops easily and I sit on the edge of the pool. Harry wades over to me and sets his hands on the tile on either side of me, my hands sliding over his arms and up to rest on either side of his face. His hair is all wet and slicked back and it's adorable.

"Tell me what she said," I whisper against his lips. He laughs and I bring my face a little further away from him.

"She didn't say a lot. Something about you not having to worry about soundproof walls."

"It's not my fault! It's the damn baby."

"Trust me, it's not a bad thing."

He pulls me into the water, my arms wrapping tight around his neck so I don't fall. I can't really wrap my legs around him too effectively. As soon as our lips touch I whimper a little and I feel Harry undo the clasp of my bra. In my mind I'm thanking Kylie for this because it is definitely exactly what I needed.