A muffled cry in the distance sounds as I roll over in my bed, confused as to what the sound is. I shut my eyes tighter, flailing my arm around for the snooze button to whatever this sound is. My eyes only open, however, when my swinging arms comes into contact with a body.
Upon opening my eyes, I see Harry lying in bed next to me. My mind starts coming back to me as I realize that the crying noise is coming from my baby daughter laying in her little cot, across the room.
My eyes drift over to the night stand clock and see that it's only a little passed two in the morning.
"Harold," I say in a groggy voice to my husband who is starting to wake up. "Your daughter is crying again," I say, half asleep, as I roll back over to my side of the bed.
I feel the bed dip beside me as Harry sits up. "It's okay, babe. Go back to sleep. I got her this time," He responds with his extremely attractive deep groggy voice, unlike mine, which sounds like a ninety-two year old man with pneumonia.
"Really?" I ask, half turning over to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, you need the sleep." He leans in and places a kiss to my forehead as I start to close my eyes again. "Goodnight, babe."
"G'night, Har." I'm already half asleep, so I just close my eyes and allow myself to relax as Lyla's cries stop when Harry picks her up.
***
I awake the next morning more refreshed and relaxed than I have been in weeks. Yes, I'm tired all the time, but I wouldn't give it up for the world, because now I have a beautiful baby daughter that I brought into the world.
A smile immediately makes its way to my face as I think about Lyla, who had oddly only waken up once that night. Usually, she wakes up every two hours. A frown replaces the smile that was previously there as I sit up in my bed and divert my gaze to her cot.
Her empty bed immediately causes my body to stiffen as I go into panic mode. I go over to wake up Harry, only to realize he's gone too.
Oh please God let her be with him.
I take the sheets off of my body as I take a few breathes to calm myself down. I make my way out of the room and down the stairs of my house.
The second I step into the living room, the panic and worry I held a few seconds ago is out the window as I take in the sight in front of me.
Harry is lying down on the couch, Lyla in his arms. Her tiny body is curled up on his chest as his arms protectively, yet gently, are wrapped around her body.
I walk up to the couch and smile at the two. Harry's humongous frame overflowing the couch as Lyla sleeps on top of him, barely visible when comparing their size difference.
I pull out my phone and take a picture. I mean, it's just to cute not to! After uploading the picture, I set my phone down and reach for Lyla.
I should probably move her in case Harry starts stirring in his slip or, God forbid, turns over. As cute as it was, it's a little too risky.
I gently pick her up and lay her into the play pen next to the couch, which had a little mini built-in bed. Just as I place her down, I'm pulled back onto the couch by a pair of arms.
I land on top of Harry as I stare down at his amusement-filled green eyes.
"Well, that wasn't very nice," I say to him as I adjust myself on the couch. Since he's still comfortably lying down, I place my knees on both sides of his waist as I straddle him.
"Well...I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity," He says, a smile plastered onto his face.
I chuckle as I lean down and move some of the hair out of his face. It used to be just a few stray curls that made their way onto his forehead, but now that he's grown out his hair, it gets all in his face.
"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.
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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!
~Chicago_Livin'