"That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

I shrug and look down at my baby boy. Harry insisted that I go back to help Madison since she's been really stressed out with taking over for me in New York; it's still my job, but she's running things over there right now. My mother wanted me to go back to check on things and apparently traveling is part of the job so I should just 'get used to it.' That's a lot easier said than done when I've got the two most adorable children on the planet and a husband that I'll never get enough of.

"He missed you," Harry says, coming over to the chair. He took the chair he picked out in New York with us when we moved over here. It was important to him for some reason and I'm so glad that it was because it's the best chair ever. "He was awake a lot last night."

"Maybe he doesn't like the formula," I suggest, running the side of my finger over his cheek. Baby's skin is the best because it's so damn soft. And Miloh has the giantest cheeks and I just want to pinch them all the time. But I don't.

"So I'm not the only one that missed your boobs," Harry says. I whack his chest and he laughs quietly at himself. "Just saying."

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going," I mumble, refusing to take my eyes off Miles for too long. He's so adorable. And I love him and he's brand new and he's my miracle baby. I cried the whole flight back to New York.

"I regret it too, trust me."

"Do you?"

"It's a lot harder to sleep when I'm doing this on my own." He sighs and the intensity of his stare draws my eyes to his. "I can't imagine doing this without you. If something had happened...well, I wouldn't be able to do this."

"You don't have to worry about it anymore," I remind him quietly. He smiles and closes his eyes as I brush my fingers through his hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"Go back to bed. I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

"Do you need anything?"

I shake my head and he stands up, pressing his lips to my forehead and then to Miloh's before he heads back to our room. I'm so lucky. I could have lost all of this and I didn't. It's a miracle and I don't know what I did to deserve it, any of it.

I don't remember what happened the night I had Miloh, and I don't really remember what happened when I first woke up. The first thing I remember after I finally did, which was three days after I had Miloh, was hearing Madison and Niall talk about how to tell Harry they'd slept together. It was hilarious.

Then Harry came into the room and his smile was so bright...I'll never forget that. Everything was blurry but he definitely wasn't. He cried so many times over those few days and I hate myself for putting him through all of that. When he brought Sophie in I was a complete mess and then I got to see my baby for the first time...it was such an overwhelming day in the best way possible.

Moving to England was a bit of a random decision, but the thought of being close to Harry's family was too good to ignore. So we just picked up and left, leaving behind every bad memory New York held for us. This is our fresh start and I think we deserve it.

It takes another twenty minutes before I'm willing to put Miloh back in his crib, and another five of staring at him before I can leave the room. It's an extremely unsettling feeling being across the world from your family, especially a newborn. It was the worst. It was good to see Madison and Niall, who are so happy and in love it's ridiculous, and it was nice to have some closure with everything that happened there. Now it's time to start my life with my family.

"Don't put your feet in my face, m'kay?" Harry mumbles, pulling me against him when I finally get in bed.

"What?" I laugh, tracing his bottom lip. He smiles slightly and his eyes open halfway.

"Soph is a crazy sleeper."

"Oh." He closes his eyes again and gently presses his lips to mine. I can tell he's exhausted but I missed him. I don't want to sleep yet. "Harry."

"Yeah, baby."

"I missed you."

He smiles and kisses me again, slowly rolling us over so I'm laying on his chest. After a few minutes I begin to get frustrated because normally I would be naked right now. Clearly that is not happening because he's hardly even moving.

"Savannah," he says against my lips. I sigh and stop so he can say whatever halting words he wants. "You have no idea how many unspeakable things I want to do to you right now."

"Then do them." He hums when I start kissing his neck, his hands squeezing at my hips.

"Baby, I'm exhausted."

"Then you don't have to do anything. I will."

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you." He doesn't stop me though; instead his hands slide under the material of my top and he gets a little squirmy underneath me. When I finally work my way back to his lips he kisses me with full force, his lips too soft and his tongue clouding my thoughts.

"Is that a yes?" I whisper. He sighs.

"When do I ever say no to you?"

---

"Stop laughing."

"I'm not laughing."

Harry looks over at me and glares. "You're laughing."

"I'm not!" I protest. He shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling while I giggle to myself. "Honey, it's not a big deal."

Harry shakes his head again and I let out a small laugh while I move to lay on my side right next to him. He had a little bit of a...problem. A malfunction of types. One that we've actually never had before. I don't think it's that devastating but Harry is pretty upset, evidently.

"This is your fault," he mumbles, folding his arms.

"How do you figure?"

"I told you I was tired!"

"Now I understand just how tired." I try to hold it in but I just can't help but laugh at how angry he is right now. So he couldn't get it up, it's not the end of the world. "Baby, seriously, it's nothing to get so worked up about! This happens to lots of guys."

"It wouldn't have happened to me if you hadn't forced me," he grumbles.

"Good thing we've had some kids already because maybe this is permanent."

"What!" He looks over at me and rolls his eyes when he sees that I'm laughing again. "You're hilarious. Really."

"Are you seriously angry right now?"

"You don't understand!" He holds his arms up and then lets them fall against the bed again. "It's basically my only job!"

"Yes, Harry, the only thing I ever cared about was you being able to-"

"Don't say it out loud," he says, closing his eyes. "That makes it worse."

"You're being so dramatic right now."

"How would you feel if...okay, you were going to a meeting and you had one job to do, right? And then you get there and realize you totally failed."

"Aren't you an English teacher?" I ask, laughing again. He rolls his eyes and turns onto his side so he's facing away from me. "That was the worst metaphor I've ever heard."

"Thanks, babe."

"Plus, why would you compare sex to a job?" I lean over his shoulder and he refuses to make eye contact. "Do you think of sleeping with me as some sort of chore?"

"Apparently now there's more pressure than I've ever had at an actual job."

"Well, even if we never have sex again I promise I won't fire you."

"You aren't helping," he says, finally looking at me. When he sees that I'm smiling, a clear indication that I'm teasing, he let's the smallest of smiles tug his own lips up. After one more kiss and a few assurances that I don't care I can't even get him to turn around, so I resort to just being the big spoon tonight.

"I'll get you some Viagra tomorrow," I whisper. He huffs in annoyance while I laugh. "What! I'm just being supportive."

"You think you're so funny. And stop doing that, my masculinity is already damaged enough without you cuddling me from behind."

"No, I want to cuddle and you're being annoying."

He starts kicking at my legs in a playful way but my grip around him only tightens. It gets him laughing, though, and when he pries my fingers apart he turns around so he's facing me, beautiful, dimpled smile on his stupid pretty face.

"Now shut up and let me sleep," he says, kissing me again.

---

There's something about waking up with Harry's arm wrapped around me that just makes me feel safe. And I love that, that he makes me feel so protected and loved. It's the most amazing feeling in the world. Sometimes it's still hard to believe that we're here, that we're together with two kids and everything worked out. I always wanted it to, but when I was seventeen and in love with my teacher it didn't seem like I would get what I wanted.

Harry sighs as I start turning around under his arm, a sign to me that he's beginning to wake up. I start peppering his jaw with kisses, then down his neck and over his collarbone. His free arm slides under me so I'm wrapped up by him, and without saying anything I feel him start to shimmy my underwear down my legs. When he rolls on top of me I'm made aware that he is not having the problem he had last night. Not even a little.

Then it's like we're desperate teenagers because everything is so fast and needy. His boxers are still wrapped around one of his legs when he pushes inside me and his lips against mine partially mask the sound that inevitably bubbles up. I'm never going to get used to this, not ever.

And then there's a sound against our door. Harry stops moving completely and turns to look at it while I try to fill my lungs with the oxygen they've been deprived of.

"Did you lock the door?" Harry asks in his raspy voice.

"No," I breathe out.

"Shit." He suddenly rolls off me and I whimper at the loss of his body heat. "Soph comes in here every morning."

We both frantically redress ourselves and as we do the door opens up, Sophie running and diving onto my stomach. She sits directly on me and hugs her bear to her chest.

"Hi Mummy," she says happily.

"Hi, princess. I missed you."

"Watch toons with me and Anne?"

"Nan is already up?" I clarify. She nods.

"Mimo too."

She has Miloh. Perfect. "Okay, I'll come watch in a minute. You go with with Nan and I'll be right there."

She agrees to that arrangement and I follow her to the door, shutting it after she's gone and locking it this time. When I turn around Harry is covering his face with his hands. "What?"

"Our three year old almost just saw us having sex, that's what."

"She didn't, though," I remind him, laying down next to him again.

"It was close. That's the kind of thing that ruins children for life."

"It's not like she would have known what we were doing."

"Still, I would have felt horrible."

"Are you going to complain about this or finish what you started?"

His worry transforms into a smirk as I lift my hips to pull my underwear down my legs. I do the same with his and then sit up to remove my top, which finally does the trick. Harry sits up to kiss me and we fall back against the mattress, once again with him on top of me. But he takes his sweet fucking time and has me going insane until he finally slides into me again, hiding his groan against my neck.

"How quiet can you be?" His breath against my ear sends chills down my spine and I shrug, trying to keep my cool while he's just not moving at all. "Try. I have to make up for last night."

That's a promise that has my legs squeezing his hips in anticipation. After pressing a heavy kiss to my lips he lifts himself over me, his palms pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. His movements are agonizingly slow and I just want to kiss him but this feels to good to make him stop so I just do my best to stay quiet. But my motivation doesn't last too long and I end up sitting up a bit so I can taste his lips.

When I fall back against the mattress he places one hand on the headboard above me. Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation and then his other hand closes around the wood to support himself. Suddenly he thrusts hard into me, even harder than I was expecting and I have to bite hard on my lip so I don't cry out. I lift both my hands over my had, pressing my palms against the headboard to anchor myself against his movements. Watching the muscles in his arms and chest and torso moving while he moves against me is too much, my eyes closing to concentrate on not letting anyone hear us. It's too much and he's too far away from me. As soon as I open my mouth to get his attention he thrusts into me again and I cry out a little too loud. But he doesn't seem to care at all.

I do my best to keep my voice even while I speak. "Harry. Harry...fuck, stop."

"Stop?" he repeats. I nod and he stays where he is, his movements ceasing. "What's wrong?"

"If you keep doing that I'm going to start screaming and then we're going to scar everyone in this house," I mutter breathlessly. He smiles and lowers himself down, hiding his lips against the base of my throat. His skin is thinly layered in sweat and everything is so overwhelming right now.

A knock on the door startles both of us and the look on Harry's face is priceless. He rolls his eyes when I start to laugh and then the knock happens again.

"Mummy!" Sophie.

"Fuck," Harry mutters. "We'll be out in a sec, Soph!"

"Hurry!" she shouts. After a few seconds there no more sounds and Harry sees that as the green light to keep going.

"What if she's waiting outside the door?" I whisper. He nibbles at my earlobe and his body forms a barrier around mine.

"She probably isn't."

"And if she is?"

"Then be quiet," he says simply. Our chests press together as he starts moving again, my eyes closing as he kisses me. "We need a night to ourselves."

"An entire night," I mumble, twisting my fingers into his hair.

Notes

wellll i havent done that in a while.

so i thought i was going to be able to keep this to fifty chapters...but then i realized they dont have a house and they didnt get married so like idk what i want to do yet. i might end it next chapter and do an epilogue and then randomly do little snippets into the future cuz being done with these two just makes me sad.

anyway i hope you guys like this one...my readers know that i dont like doing these types of chapters lol.
but i hope you guys found the one part funny lol. i thought it was cute.

anyway i looooove the comments the last few chapters :) keep'em coming.xx