Harry Styles Imagines

Holiday Surprises

So, in the spirit of me just getting back from Mexico, Harry and the Missus are going to Mexico in this part, with their first littlest bubba, Emilia.

It had all started one night in bed when Harry decided he wanted to go to Mexico. And you just so happened to be 8 months pregnant, so he called for an 'after baby-moon'. And the following day he walked into the nursery - where you were folding your daughter's clothes using your bump as a table, placing them into the little baskets - with a wide smile on his face. "Guess where we're going in 3 months?" He smirked. You shrugged sending him a confused look.

"I don't know seeing as Em will only be two months but please, let me in on this information," you said. He walked over and sat on the arm of the chair you were sitting on.

"We're going to Mexico. All-inclusive, five star resort. It's going to be so good, baby," he smiled excitedly. Anxiety ran threw you, unsure of how a two month old would be on a ten hour flight. Not forgetting the heat in Mexico, and with a two month old.

"H, why didn't you speak to me before you booked it? You know I love going away with you but we're going to have a two month old. Cancun, I'm taking it to be, is a ten hour flight. That's going to be hard on Em," you said and Harry's face fell. "Listen, babe. I'd love to go, and as long as you're sure that we can do it, I'm excited, and I'm sure Em will have a fantastic time in the pool with her daddy," you smiled. You were still nervous, but having Harry by your side was extremely comforting.

*Three Months Later*

"Harry? Are you taking any of these jeans that you left on the bed?" You shouted to your husband who was currently with Emilia in her nursery changing her diaper while you ran around packing some last minute things for your vacation to Mexico, that you would be leaving for in 4 hours.

"I'll take a few pairs, I'm sure the restaurants on the resort are dress coded and men need to wear long trousers. Are you excited, Meels? You are aren't you, bubs?" He cooed to her making you smile, as he carried her back into your bedroom, now smelling clean, and of new baby. "Is Mumma excited?" He asked, walking to where you were stood, placing three pairs of his black jeans into the new case he bought you to try and get you excited for the holiday.

"I am. Just nervous because she's so young and it's our first holiday with her," you said to him, placing a kiss onto the alert baby's head.

"That's to be expected, but I'm sure we'll have a great time. Okay?" You nodded, feeling extremely thankful that you had Harry beside you, no matter what this holiday would bring.

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"At this time we'd like to start pre-boarding with those who have small children under 5 who are in first class," Harry gathered the baby bag, your hand bag and his YSL bag that he had while you carried the small girl in the car seat that she could stay in for the duration of the flight, strapped into a seat beside you and Harry.

Handing over the passports and three boarding passes to the woman at the gate who quickly scanned them, wishing you a good flight, you stepped through the open door, and made your way through the tunnel and down onto the plane behind the other woman who had a toddler beside her.

"Don't panic, ok? She's going to be fine," Harry assured you noticing the panic on your features. You nodded, turning to the left of the plane as you stepped on, finding your three seats and moving to the middle seat while placing Emilia's car seat on the window one, Harry sitting down beside you after putting all of the bags up in the overhead bins.

"I just have to go to the bathroom, can you strap her in and everything?" He nodded as you walked out of the row and down the aisle to the front of the plane. You done what you needed to do and started to walk back to your seat, smiling as you noticing Emilia curled into Harry's chest. "What's going on here?" You asked, Harry smiling guiltily.