I was curled up in the sofa of my art room, a book between my fingers. It was a bit cold when I’d first entered, but I noticed it’d grown considerable warmer; I assume from Harry adjusting the heat. I read along the pages as I took a brief trip away from my life the more I laid there. It had been a few weeks since my conversation with the girls, and between them and Harry, I’d rarely spent time alone now. I was taken when the door creaked slightly as he opened it, peaking in his adorable head of curls. He came in, closing the door quietly behind him and approaching me slowly.

Harry:
“Have you eaten today?”

I closed the book around my fingers so I wouldn’t lose the page.

Winter:
“I’m not hungry.”

Harry:
“I know, but you didn’t eat much yesterday either…you have to eat something.”

Winter:
“I’ll get sick, Harry.”

He took the book from my fingers to set aside. He then tried pulling me up from my current position, his hands tugging to encourage me.

Harry:
“I know, but you have to try. I’ll make you anything you want if you can just take a few bites for me…just a few.”

He was successful in pulling me up. Tucking his fingers between my own and leading me out of the room. I watched as he washed his hands after sitting me up on the kitchen’s counter for view of him. His shirt was removed and he’d come over to rest between my legs. His cool green eyes peered up at me.

Harry:
“Well…”

I thought for a moment as I twirled the ends of my hair. Lately anything I’d eaten had made me sick, even the wrong aromas would take me over the edge. I really didn’t want anything but I’d obey him anyways. My hips were held, his skin against mine was a comfort in its own.

Winter:
“…Do you remember the first thing you ever made for me?”

Harry:
“Yea... It was French toast. You loved it.”

I nodded my head with the memory.

Winter:
“That’s what I want.”

He shied away from me to begin his work. I watched as he pulled out a frying pan and began rummaging through the refrigerator for his ingredients. He was so in his element whenever he did this. There was something about seeing a guy cook for his girlfriend that made me see the world differently. The window across from him displayed a world of snow as it began to trickle from the sky onto the ground below. The scent of the cinnamon hitting the pan with the bread actually brought forth an appetite. My mouth began to water embarrassingly but I was getting use to these changes in my body. We usually shared the plate but I knew he’d be getting me to eat as much as possible from my lack of hunger lately. His skinny jeans hugged him adorably with the sight of his bare chest. Rings hugged his fingers as he used his utensils. I looked down at my own accessory he’d gotten me to become lost in thought for a while. There was nothing about this life that I didn’t love…no one in it that I didn’t love…
The plate was covered in fruit and everything as before. I prayed this wouldn’t make me sick, but I had a better feeling about it this time. He picked up the fork, dabbling on the contents before raising it for me to try. I obliged, removing it from the fork with my teeth and chewing slowly. I felt the bursts on my tongue of satisfaction and I’d instantly felt a slight frenzy kick in. I took the fork from his hands, picking up the plate to heavily indulge. He smiled to himself as he cleaned the pan and the rest of his area. I secretly hoped he didn’t judge.

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Harry’s POV:

I’d just come from the market and it was still quite early in the day. I stare out ahead at the road as I determined the quickest route back. All I could think about was getting home to her and making sure she was okay. She’d been getting sick a lot lately causing me to feel frequent waves of worry. She barely ate anything and when she did it was really random and specific. It bothered me that I didn’t know yet what to do about it. My ringtone hummed in the car’s speakers, telling me I’d been expecting a call. I secretly hoped it was her.

Harry:
“Hey.”

Winter:
“Hey Harry, are you still at the market?”

Harry:
“No actually, I’m on my way there. Why, is there something you want?”

Winter:
“It’s okay. I’ll run to get it. I know how traffic can be.”

Harry:
“Winter, no. I can get it.”

Winter:
“I have to get air sometimes Harry.”

I felt instantly protective and I didn’t want her leaving to go get anything when I was already out. My grip tightened against the steering wheel as I focused on keeping her happy.

Harry:
“Don’t be too long, okay.”
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Winter’s POV:

I sat in the parking lot of the market after picking up a jar of peanut butter and a pack of spoons. I’d gotten comfortable behind the wheel as I unscrewed the cap and watched the frequency of people walk by. My cravings for it were so severe so suddenly, and I’d felt slight embarrassment that I couldn’t wait until I’d gotten in the house to indulge. I dipped the spoon into the jar quickly, grasping out a small amount before turning the spoon face down on my tongue. It was the first thing I’d eaten in a few days since Harry’s toast. The moment was heavenly like a tall glass of water after days of desert. It was chunky and delightful. I hadn’t even noticed much of a change in my stomach yet but I’d had weird needs for things I never had before. I sat there for a moment enjoying myself and listening to the silence of my inner car before deciding on starting up. Harry would be looking for me soon.



I walked in the house, still seeking my life through the jar. He was seated close by, obviously waiting for my return. I continued to suck on the spoon as he stared over at me. It’d literally been the only food I’d gotten from the market. He watched the jar as if waiting for me to explain and I’d found amusement in his facial expression. Before the pregnancy I could never eat it straight from the packaging this way.

Winter:
“I’m not weird…I had a really bad craving, okay.”

He nodded as he showed me his dimple’s indentations on either side of his cheeks. He removed the jar from my fingers to inspect it himself. Dipping the spoon in as I had and scooping out a generous amount. He sucked at the contents on the spoon before focusing back at me. There was a hum of satisfaction.

Harry:
“That’s actually not as gross as I’d thought it’d be.”

Winter:
“It’s awesome…”

I looked over to the frig curiously.

Winter:
“Please tell me you bought pickles.”

He nodded humorously with my tone of demand. I hadn’t meant to come off as mean but I really hated to crave things that were out of reach. A trip to the market at 2 am was something I’d loath, but I’d do what I needed. I grabbed another spoon as my body begged for my cooperation and continued my attack at the jar.

Harry:
“I’ll call you before I leave the market next time…just to make sure.”

Our fingers looped as one and he’d rubbed his thumb against the bone of my knuckles.

Harry:
“I missed you today.”

He leaned over the counter where I was seated across from him to take my lips. I adored the attention.

Winter:
“What’d you and my mom do?”

He looked away to the air to something that physically wasn’t there. His demeanor, in thought.

Harry:
“Oh…Just talked. She’s good conversation.”

I nodded with the understanding and gotten up when I’d suddenly began to miss my bed. He mirrored my movements to follow me there when my foot caught on the extended leg of the tall chair I’d been sitting in. I felt an array of panic when I’d begun to lose my balance and head straight for the floor…but he’d caught my arm quickly. He pulled me in forcefully after sighing and squeezing his eyes shut. It happened so fast my brain still had yet to process it. I wasn’t sure if he was angry at me for that but it really felt like it. My eyes watered the longer he kept me pressed into him. Then came a lower self esteem grazing me for not being able to do such simple things as walking. I wondered if that were one of the reasons why he usually didn’t allow me to go anywhere alone…I always stumbled into trouble.

Harry:
“Winter, please. You have to be careful.”

I nodded while he held my head into his chest. I just wished my clumsiness wouldn’t follow me into motherhood. He picked me up and carried me up the stairs protectively. I wasn’t sure what I’d ever do without the person that gave me reason for everything. I dared not to think about it. I was laid on the bed and given affection to with his hands. He removed my jacket and hung it up on the coat rack nearer the door.

Harry:
“Don’t move. I’ll get your peanut butter.”

He began to leave the room swiftly and quietly, I assumed for the quicker for him to could get back.

Winter:
“Harry…”

He turned to grace me with those astonishing eyes that took my breath away.

Winter:
“Are you mad at me?”

I’d asked it softly, looking down and away from him about half way through. He didn’t speak for a moment. His presence grew closer, towering over me while I sat against the bed. His hands now rest on either side of my cheeks, our faces as close as they could get without making contact. His tone was stern, as if giving an order.

Harry:
“…Just be careful.”

Notes

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