"He's so much like Harry," Anne says, brushing her fingers over Miloh's brown hair.

"Is he?"

"It's almost strange." She shakes her head. "Spitting image of a baby I held almost thirty years ago."

"Way to make me sound old, Mum." Harry drops into the armchair next to the couch.

"Normally this is where I'd pull out the family albums, but I have to go to work," Anne says. She kisses the top of Miloh's head and pats my leg. "There's a lasagne in the fridge, just put it in the oven."

"You didn't have to do that," I tell her. She smiles.

"It's my job to spoil you kids." She walks by and ruffles Harry's hair. "Except you."

"Thanks so much," Harry says, sliding his fingers through his hair. He comes over to take her spot next to me and when Anne's gone I take that opportunity to feed him, sliding my shirt over my shoulder and moving my bra out of the way. "So, there's a house I think we should look at."

"Harry, stop!" He looks up at my face and smirks. "My eyes, honey. They're up here."

"I'm not being a perve, I'm watching you feed our son," he says slowly. "I think it's beautiful."

"Well don't, you make me nervous." I take the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over my shoulder so he can't see anymore. "So, what's this house like."

"Not fair," he mutters. He puts his arm over the back of the couch, his other hand resting on my leg. "It's actually really close to here. Pretty much right between here and Gemma's."

"That's perfect!" He nods. "What's it like?"

"Oh, I can't tell you."

"What?"

He smiles. "Yeah, it has to be a surprise. You'll love it, though."

"At least give me something," I plead. He shakes his head. "How many bedrooms?"

"I'm not telling you," he sings. He kisses me quickly and stands up. "You have to wait until tonight."

"What about those children of ours?"

"My Mum can- wait, where is Sophie?"

I just laugh while he walks into a couple rooms calling her name. She's actually out with Gemma and Jackson but it's funny that Harry thinks I don't know where she is. Harry's been so exhausted and he slept until eleven this morning, so Sophie was long gone by then. Gemma was going to one of those restaurants with the giant playgrounds and Jackson wanted Sophie to come. It's so great that she has her family now.

"I think I lost that other one," he says, sitting down next to me again.

"She's with your sister."

"Oh, that makes more sense."

"I'm glad you were so concerned," I mutter sarcastically. I lift the blanket to check on Miloh and Harry slouches down next to me. "What do you want to do before we have to go?"

"Is he going for a nap after this?"

"Yeah, when he's done. But I have to burp him first and stuff."

"Okay, well after that we could definitely have sex."

"What?" I laugh. He grins. "It's the middle of the day."

"So? No one else is here."

"I know you got to sleep a long time today, but I woke up at four a.m. with Miloh and couldn't get him back to sleep. Then Sophie got up and cried for almost an hour and your son puked on my shirt and I couldn't get it off so I am feeling the furthest thing from sexy," I tell him. He laughs a little and Miloh seems full, so I hold him on my other side while I redress myself.

"Then we could go for a walk," he suggests. I put Miles's blanket over my other shoulder and rest him against my chest to burp him. "It's not raining."

"Or," I say excitedly, gently tapping Miloh's back, "We could take a nap!"

"Babe."

"Harry, I'm tired."

"I'm not!"

"Okay, great." I hand a squirmy baby over to my fiance and stand up off the couch. "You burp him, put him in his crib and I'll be sleeping."

Harry laughs and I peck him on the lips before heading for our bedroom. When I look back he's already got Miles against his chest like I did, whispering something to him. It makes my heart want to burst when he's with either one of our kids. Apparently I get a little lost in my staring because eventually Harry gets up and walks towards me.

"I thought you were going to sleep?" he asks. The little boy looks so miniature compared to Harry.

"Yeah, I got distracted." I put my hand on Miloh's back and Harry smiles at me. "You're both so cute."

"Get some sleep." He kisses me again and lightly pinches my cheek. "We have a house to see later."

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Harry's POV

When Savannah yawns again I just laugh quietly to myself. She slept for almost three hours and when I woke her up so we could see the house she swatted me away about twelve times before she finally agreed to get ready. But actually getting up took another half hour and by the time we actually left Mum's house she didn't even want to go. I had to beg. Damn woman.

"We're almost there," I tell her, squeezing her hand. She smiles, eyes closed as she leans her head against the window. "Do you think you can stay conscious long enough?"

She mumbles something sarcastic, probably, and a few minutes later I pull into the driveway. The outside of the house is traditional and I thought she'd like that after the craziness of New York. It's got really pale yellow siding with a porch that wraps around the whole house. The master bedroom even has a balcony.

"Baby, we're here." I rub her leg and she sighs, slowly letting her eyes flutter open. She looks through the windshield for about sixty seconds before her eyes go wide. "Do you want to go inside?"

"Harry..."

"Come on." I climb out of the car and she does the same, and I love that I can let her move around with having to worry she's going to burst or die or something. We both walk around the front of the car and I take her hand in mine, loving that it's raining a little bit. When we walk up the stairs she takes a deep breath.

"Wait, no, shouldn't we knock?" she asks, tugging me backwards.

"No one lives here." I stop at the door. "There was a couple that did but they had to move or got divorced or something-"

"That's sad."

"-And that means that we can just walk right in." She smiles and starts to step forward, but I just pull her against me instead of moving towards the house. "First tell me you love me."

She rolls her eyes. "I love you."

"Thanks," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her. She laughs against my lips and shakes her head as I start walking back. "Ready?"

"Open the damn door."

Our fingers lace together as I step through the clean white door onto a large mat. Immediately I slide her coat from her shoulders and place it over one of the hooks along with my own, and when I turn back around Savannah's got the biggest smile on her face. She takes my hand again and leads me into the house, a large open concept- which really isn't easy to find in this neighbourhood- with modern but traditional finishes. Savannah's life has always been a little over the top and it occurred to me that after everything we've been through- before we were together and since we met- we both deserved something mundane. The thought of that makes me happier than it should.

All the walls are light colours- which is good because Savannah hates it when the walls are dark. It makes the whole room dark, apparently. Isn't that what windows are for? Anyway, there isn't any furniture so it's a little hard to imagine what it would look like, but the space is incredible. Light barn-style hardwood floors that hide all the dust and nicks, which is good when you've got little kids. There's a fireplace with a big mantle and while I thought that would be a hazard, it's actually electric. It looks real and blows air without making any surfaces hot enough to hurt one of my kids.

Savannah's already in the kitchen, though; she doesn't love to cook but she always admires when people have nice kitchens for some reason. The cabinetry is white with dark brown counters. The island is absolutely giant with six seats spanning the side of it. There aren't even six of us, but whatever. Stainless steal appliances with one of those double-stacked ovens and the sink is one of the ones that shows on the side of the counter. And there's windows fucking everywhere. There's a separate formal dining room, but there's also a booth in the kitchen for everyday use.

"Harry....it's-"

"No judgements yet," I tell her, placing my finger over her lips. Her eyes are watery when she smiles, nodding only slightly. "There's more to see."

Her delicate hand feels so small in mine, but it's the only place it should be. As we ascend the stairs I notice the cool metal of her engagement ring against my hand.

"We have a wedding to plan, don't we?" I mutter, looking back at her. She smiles.

"To be honest...I didn't think I would ever plan our wedding," she says quietly as we reach the top. I turn around to face her suddenly serious expression and she shrugs.

"What?"

"I didn't...nevermind. It doesn't matter."

"You thought...why didn't you tell me that?"

"I tried," she whispers. "You didn't want to talk about it."

"But I...you should have just told me to shut up."

She laughs and lifts her hands to cup my cheeks. "It doesn't matter anymore. Now we get to plan our wedding."

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I didn't mean-"

"Let's not talk about it." She kisses me and takes my hand again. "I'm here and I'm okay and I want to see the rest of this house."

"Okay."

So that's what we do. First I show her the kids rooms- which there are three of up here. After a few cheeky comments about filling that third one I show her the main bathroom, which is fucking huge. Everything is brand new and it's gorgeous, but I can imagine Sophie coming in and messing it up pretty fast. That girl brushing her teeth these days is a disaster; it's like a toothpaste bottle exploded.

And then there's the master bedroom. It's around the corner of the landing and it's got a little separation from the other rooms. That's important. This time I walk behind her with my hands over her eyes, waddling a little so I don't step on her feet. She laughs and holds onto my arms, asking eighty million times if she can look I finally let her, resting my arms around her shoulders. Savannah gasps and her hand covers her mouth. I knew she'd love this.

The wall on the side of the house is covered in windows, the side with the balcony. There's french doors leading onto it and gorgeous crown moulding around the whole ceiling. with potlights scattered over it connected to dimmer switches. There's dark hardwood flooring that carries into a large walk-in closet, which I can already see being filled 95% with her own clothes. Then there's the bathroom, all brown tones with a double vanity made of dark wood. The bottom is open instead of having cupboards, and across from it is a large bathtub that's so bloody deep it could be a pool. The shower is slightly raised with a glass wall, floor to ceiling tiles.

"When am I allowed to make judgments?" Savannah asks, sliding her fingers over the wood of the vanity as she walks back over to me.

"Let's go back downstairs."

Before we're even there she jumps on my back and squeals like a little kid. My neck is littered with kisses and she wraps her legs tight around my waist. I'm going to take that as her approval.

"Is this good? I don't speak crazy."

"Yes!" She laughs and steps down, spinning around in the living room. "Harry, I love it! It's so incredibly perfect, I can't believe you found this house!"

"Me neither. I was just driving by and I realized there's never any cars in the driveway. The for sale sign was knocked over and-"

"I don't care," she says, waving her hand. "All that matters is that we are buying this house. Right now."

"Now?"

"Like, this second."

"Baby, I think the realtor's office is closed and-"

"Can we move in tomorrow?"

"Take a breath, babe." She sighs and puts her arms around my waist. "We'll sign the papers on Monday."

"You don't think they're open tomorrow?"

"On a Sunday? No." She frowns and I kiss the tip of her nose to get rid of it. "Don't worry, the house isn't going anywhere."

"I can't wait to show Sophie," Savannah says, looking around again. "She's going to love it."

"She's going to love the backyard. There's a pool and a big jungle-gym with a swingset."

"Our first house together," she says, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of my neck. "Sure we're ready for that?"

"I think we'll be okay."

Notes

i post a chapter and two people comment and then i ask if you guys want more and i get like nine comments :P i wish you guys would respond like that to actual chapters :( it makes me wanna write more if i know you guys are enjoying the chapters.
sounds needy, I know. but i just love you guys :)

BUT the awesome thing about that is that im going to go a little longer with the story. i have time now so the updates will be frequent AS LONG AS i get responses :)

so i hope you like this one.xx