𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒.

48!

"Nothing's wrong. I just don't feel well."

Scooting closer, Harry lifts a hand and presses it against my forehead to search for abnormal warmth. From the lack of warning, I let out a small laugh and he says, "You don't feel hot."

"Yeah, because I don't have a fever," I respond. "It's my stomach."

"Well, what about your stomach? I saw a pharmacy not too far from here. Maybe I can—"

Interrupting, I tell him, "Harry, I'm fine."

"But you just said you don't feel well."

I heave a sigh, already knowing he won't let this go. I look at him as I press my lips into a thin line. "Then I'll be fine," I assure, shifting onto my knees to get up but he grabs my wrist.

"I want to take care of you, darling. Let me," he says softly, almost in the form of a plea. Just by what he calls me, I want to bury myself in the sand to let it engulf me like this guilt. My knees automatically move to get closer to him.

"I said, I'll be fine," I mumble when I slide my hand onto his shoulder. I then lower myself to sit on his lap. I smile softly, letting my forehead touch his when he wraps his arms around me.

"Don't be a stubborn girl," he says, running his hands up and down my thigh. "Tell me what you feel?"

Shrugging, I cave when I allow myself to nuzzle my face into his neck. "I'm not stubborn." Closing my eyes, I feel better when his fingers slide into my hair to rub at my scalp. I then tell him, "I was just super nauseous when I woke up. The fresh air is helping, though."

"Holy shit," he mumbles and I feel the vibrations of his low tone coming from his throat.

"What?"

"Did I fuck a baby in you?" He smirks when I lift my head from its rest on his shoulder. I look at him only to scoff.

"Shut up," I say because I can tell he's teasing by the way he gives me a smug grin afterward. "That's not possible."

Harry hums, looking down at his hand over my thigh that's crossed over the other. "I don't know... It sounds possible to me."

I couldn't stop myself from leaning in to kiss the smirk off his face. I kiss his lips once more for another peck and then he pulls me back in for a softer kiss. While caressing over his cheek and scruff on his face, I tilt my head and kiss him back deeply. "Well, it isn't," I then mumble against his mouth before smiling. "It's not happening either so get that thought out of your head."

Keeping close, he whispers, "Is it so wrong that I want to knock you up?"

I start to nod, letting a laugh slip. "So wrong. I'm not fit to be a mommy yet."

When he dips his head into my neck, I feel him inhale my scent before kissing it. I can feel the chills beginning to form down my spine as I close my eyes and cock my head to the opposite side. The heat of his breath wakes the butterflies in my stomach again, but the nerves have lifted.

"Then again... I don't want to share you," I hear him say. "Not with anyone and let alone a baby."

I grin when his words, touches, and kisses are enough to distract my mind. "Don't tell me you'll get jealous over a baby."

"Fucked, I know, but I can't help it," he responds with a chuckle. "I get jealous when you smile at a stranger and not at me. I get jealous when you're talking to somebody in Spanish and they understand you and I don't. I get jealous over the thought that there are people who have known you longer than I have."

I haven't opened my eyes yet. It feels like I'm afraid that once I open them, he won't actually be there and it's all in my head. Though the skipping beats in my chest convince me that I'm sane.