"So how'd you sleep?" He asks me as his arms casually make their way to my back.
"Amazing, actually. Thanks to you." I smile back at him as I lean down to place a kiss on his lips.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, babe," He says after the small kiss.
"What about you? Did Lyla keep you up long?" I ask him, motioning to our little trouble maker who is obliviously sleeping a few feet away.
"Sorta, but it's fine. I didn't mind." He smiles even wider, as if that was possible.
"You guys looked really funny, actually." I say giggling. "We have your huge body lying down on the couch and shes just this tiny little thing in your arms. It was quite cute," I say, still letting out a few laughs.
"You're quite cute," He says looking into my eyes, giving me that stomach-churning smirk of his. A blush makes its way onto my face as I look down. "Your eyes are doing that thing again," He says, tilting my chin back up so my eyes meet his.
"What thing?" I ask, a small furrow on my face.
"Ya know. That thing were they turn more gray than green. It only happens when your flattered," He says, showing off his dimples with the smile he throws you.
"How did you notice that?" I ask him. Only my mom and a few of my close friends have ever commented on my eyes changing colors like that.
"C'mon, Abbie. I know everything about you. LIke the way they turn dark green and the gray completely disappears from them when you're mad. Or how your blonde hair turns almost brown in the winter then blonde again in the summer..." He continues.
"Okay okay, fine. I guess you do know me, but I know many things about you too, Harry Styles."
"Oh, yeah?" He challenges me as I put on a confident smile.
"Yep. My eyes aren't the only ones broadcasting my emotions. Your's do too. When your happy or in a good mood, their super light and when your upset, they get dark like mine. You grit your teeth when your pissed, you always smell like this musky candle from Bath and Body or something, and even that you like your pancakes slightly brown, not golden," I say, finishing off just a small part of the list of things I knew about him.
"Impressive, but you forgot a couple of major things," He says, pulling my body down to his.
"Like what?" I ask him.
"Like that my daughter and wife mean the world to me and I love you very much." He throws a flirtatious wink my way and side smirks at me.
"You're such a dork." I laugh, but the blush that comes creeping back says otherwise.
"Oh hush Abbie. You know you love me," He says, playfully.
"Well, duh. Why else would I have married you?" I comment back, playing along in his little game.
"For my money or my looks."
"Oh no, you caught me. What am I going to do now?" I fake as I cover my heart in fake agony.
Before he can respond with one of his snarky comments, Lyla sounds from next to us.
"I got her this time," I say, climbing off of him.
I walk over to her and pick her up before returning to the couch, where Harry has sat up.
"It's okay, baby girl. I got you," I comfort her as I start rocking her. She's most likely still sleepy so feeding her isn't going to work.
Her cries stop after a minute and her eyes start to flutter closed.
"Ya know, it' s your fault she wakes up a lot," I say to Harry as I look at him.
"My fault?" He laughs. "How is it my fault?"
"Well," I joke. "you're a light sleeper and you passed that on to our daughter," I say to him, smiling at Lyla.
When he doesn't respond after a few seconds, I look up and his intense green eyes meet mine.
"What?" I ask him, confused.
"I'm never going to get used to hearing that," He says with a huge smile plastered on his face. "'our daughter.' It's so surreal." He takes her little hand and she wraps her little pink fist around his finger.
"Yeah.." I say, my voice a little above a whisper. "It's pretty crazy."
"I wouldn't trade back all the pain I went through for the world." He smiles.
"All the pain that you went through?" I furrow my eyebrows as I look back at him. "What are you talking about? You're not the one that went through labor for four-and-a-half hours."
"Yeah, but I was the one getting my hand crushed by yours. Also, you were very cranky. I went through a lot of emotional pain," He says, smirking.
"Oh hush up, I wasn't even that bad!" I say back to him.
"That's what you think, babe. But you don't know the half of it. You were so drugged up." He laughs.
I can't help but finding myself laughing along with him. It's true, I barely remember anything. But hey! You try pushing a baby out!
"Oh will you just enjoy the moment!" I say, quieting my laughter before I wake her up.
"I already am, babe," He says as he places a kiss on my lips.
Hi Abbie! I hope you liked your imagine and I hope it was what you expected! Lemme know how you like it, love!
Guys baby imagines are so cute, I can't. Their a little hard to write because I'm not a mom, but I try. :)
And can we all just take a minute to appreciate Harry's "side smirk." Jesus. I need help.
Love you all!
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