"Harry, cut it out."

"Why?"

I laughed and he continued gently assaulting my neck. "I'm trying to clean up. Your children are going to be home soon and then it'll be pointless."

"Our children won't be home for another twenty minutes and that's plenty of time for both," he said quietly.

"Both?" I giggled and lightly elbowed him in the stomach.

"Yeah, we're going upstairs now." He spun me around and took the brush out of my hand. "Right now."

Large hands wrapped around my thighs and I jumped up. Harry had done his utmost to keep the muscle he'd built up in his twenties from fading and that meant working out for an hour every morning at five. It was an impressive commitment and I appreciated it more every time he touched me.

"You shouldn't be able to carry me up the stairs," I muttered. "You're forty-two."

"You keep reminding me."

"I do not!"

"Shut up and kiss me," he said. And I did. Our mouths stayed moulded together and stayed that way while he laid us on the bed. I roughly tugged his shirt from his torso and his lips went to my neck again. I didn't think it was possible to be as in love as I was when we got married. Then thinking about it in that moment I realized how wrong I was.

And then the front door opened. Harry lifted himself onto his elbows and I laughed humourlessly.

"Twenty minutes was a generous estimate," I whispered. Harry rolled onto his back and covered his face with his hands as I tossed his shirt at him. "Put your shirt on."

"This isn't over!" he called after me. I shook my head and smiled to my children.

"Hi mini-me's. How was school?" I got some 'fine's' and a wave from my son, a hug from each twin. Sophie, however, was staring at me. "How was your day, Soph?"

"Fine. Why do you have a bruise on your neck?"

"What?" My fingers grazed over the skin on my neck until I ran over a sensitive area. There were no two words in my head to put together to make up a reason why I would have a hickey on my neck. How do you tell your seventeen year old daughter that you have a hickey on your neck? Harry came down the stairs at that moment, his hand brushing across my back. Recognition lit up on Sophie's face in the form of disgust.

"Oh my gosh! Mum, that is not a hickey on your neck!"

"What?" Harry laughed. He stepped in front of me and moved the top of my shirt away. "Yeah, it is."

"Is it bad?" I whispered.

"It's great," he said smugly. I hit him, of course. "What? It's not a big deal."

"It's gross!" Sophie cried. "Parents should not have or give hickeys, Dad. You can't...it's gross!"

"At least we love each other." Harry winked at me and made his way to the kitchen where we always congregated after our children came home from school. "You could have parents that scream and hate each other."

"Apparently mine love each other too much."

"Ha. Ha." Harry reached around her into the fridge and I sat between Skyler and Miloh at the breakfast bar. "You're so funny. That's not a thing, though."

"Mummy, what's a hickey?" Skyler asked. I looked at Harry for help and he laughed.

"That thing on her neck," Miloh said.

"Harry Styles, control your children!"

Harry's POV

"Not a big deal, babe."

Savannah scurried towards the stairs and I watched the twins pull grapes from the bowl Sophie had just washed. She loved to dote on her sisters since the minute they were born. Sophie and Miles didn't get along most of the time since he took pleasure in terrorizing her. With the girls it was a whole other story. Sophie curled their hair and painted their nails and read them stories.

"Dad, can we go to the park tomorrow?" Miloh asked. "I need to practice my free-throws before try-outs."

"Sure. You don't want to practice in the driveway?"

"There's a real court at the park."

"Yeah, we can do that," I agreed. He took an apple from the bowl and made his way to the living room. Miles was more like me every day; quiet, mellow. He liked to be on his own.

"Daddy, I'm going out with Travis tonight," Sophie said. "If that's okay."

I sighed. "Yeah, baby. That's fine."

She smiled. Ella and Skyler got the same sad look of disappointment in their eyes as Sophie started typing away on her phone. She'd spent every possible opportunity with Travis since he'd come here, and two of those nights included dinner with our family. Everyone loved him, especially the twins. He was alright, if I had to say so.

"You're going out again?" Ella asked.

"Yeah."

"Well...maybe Travis can come here?"

Sophie smiled. "Maybe another night, okay El?"

Savannah came back down the stairs in a heavy sweatshirt. Sophie laughed and the girls followed her into the living room. She hid her face against my chest and I couldn't help but laugh at how embarrassed she was.

"It's not a big deal." I kissed her forehead and she shook her head. "It's not, I promise."

"It's embarrassing."

"It could be worse. They could have walked in on us having sex."

"Shut up!" she cried.

"Just so you know, we are continuing that later."

"Not if I chop your balls off first."

"Wow, that was extreme."

"That's just how I'm feeling since my teenage daughter saw a mark only a teenager should have on my neck," she said. "And now you're going to be the one cooking since it's your fault and now I'm almost incredibly turned on and that's also your fault."

"Incredibly turned on?" I asked quietly, slowly sliding my hands down her back to the top of her ass. "Do you need help with that?"

"Don't."

"Dad!" Sophie yelled. I laughed and looked over Savannah's head. "Can you not? We're all here."

"Yeah, come on." She hit my arm lightly. "Don't be so inappropriate."

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"She's not home yet," I said, shutting our bedroom door. It was nearly twenty minutes past Sophie's curfew and she was still out with the stupid kid with long hair.

"She'll be home soon. Why don't you call her?"

"I shouldn't have to call her. She should be home now."

"Harry, she's seventeen and she never breaks the rules, so-"

"Exactly," I said, sitting against the headboard. "So what is she doing with that long-haired nineteen year old that she's forgetting about her curfew?"

"Honey, don't go there," she laughed. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but go there. Going there also meant going crazy. I took the book out of her hands and tossed it on the floor. "What are you doing? I was reading that."

"Come here," I said, tugging on her arm. I guided her legs to either side of my hips and she smiled in a confused way.

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Savannah's POV

It was a little amusing to see how distraught Harry was over Sophie being a little late. Yes, she should at least text us to say where she was, but she's not a baby and I trust her. But Harry still saw her as a baby and he needed to be comforted so that's what I did.

Harry grasped at my body desperately. It didn't take long for him to get distracted from the original issue and before I realized it my pajamas were gone. Harry flipped us over and tugged the covers up around us. He took hold of my knee and hooked one leg around his hip as he slowly slid into me. And I knew it wouldn't last long because of what had already happened earlier and I was right.

He didn't leave me. He simply laid his head on my stomach after I slid his shirt on myself and allowed me to play with his hair, which was lightly dampened with sweat.

"Harry?" He hummed in response. "Why does this bother you so much? Sophie's happy. I think she loves this boy."

"That's why it bothers me," he said quietly.

"What do you mean? It's a good thing. It's normal."

"She won't need me anymore."

"What?" I gently turned his head towards me. Harry had this heartbreakingly sad look in his eyes that made me want to cry.

"She's always needed me. She calls me Daddy," he said quietly laughing softly. "She's my little girl. Now instead of needing me when she's stressed or sad or had a bad day she's not going to come to me. It'll be him. She won't need me for anything."

"Baby, that's not true," I whispered, stroking his cheek. His eyes fell closed. "You are her favourite person in the whole world. She's still going to need you."

"Not the same way."

"That's when you know you did your job right. If she still needed you until she was thirty that wouldn't be healthy."

"But she's not thirty, she's seventeen. She's still supposed to need me for things besides a roof over her head and food on the table. This...this boy is going to change everything. I'm not ready for that."

"Will you ever be?" I asked quietly. He sighed and shook his head. "She's a good girl, Harry. Travis seems like a good person and they adore each other."

"That doesn't make it easier," he said, laying down on my stomach again.

"I know. If I thought something would then I would say it."

"I know. I just need you to love on me a little bit."

I smiled and continued playing with his hair. "I can do that."

Notes

so this is sort of the request i got...continued in the next one. this is the best i could do since i dont like writing those kinds of scenes very much lol. part two coming up :)