A/N: Two updates in one day?!
Gee, I must really love ya'll!
P.S. I DO!!!!! 😘❤️❤️😘
***Bea's POV
"Night night, little man," I whisper with a kiss to Sebastian's cheek before gently placing him in the bassinet. "Mommy loves you."
Holding back my tears, I cover up my sleeping little boy and soothe his milk belly. As I look at his handsome little face, all I can see is his father and my heart breaks even more.
What in the world happened?
We were having such a lovely time on our date. He was so cute acting all jealous and being sweet and sexy...and then his phone rang. Our baby; my baby needed me. I heard his cries through the receiver and my body and heart responded.
So, according to my husband, I'm a crazy person because I wanted to be with my baby.
Harry better thank his lucky stars that I was holding Sebastian because I would've put my black belt to good use.
Tucking Sebastian in one more time, I let out a breath and decide to get ready for bed. Today has been emotionally and physically draining and knowing Harry is pleasing himself downstairs only adds salt to the wound.
I wipe away my tears and walk into our bathroom to start my nightly routine. I wash my face, brush my teeth and use the toilet, all the while thinking about our fight.
He's mad because I stopped his orgasm. I'm mad because he didn't care that my baby needed me. God, I'm such a monster.
I roll my eyes and change into my nightgown and undergarment, moving slowly and cautiously. Not only am I still in pain from giving birth, but it's also because I've sat down several times without my pillow tonight.
Sighing an embarrassing breath, I apply some ointment to the area and instantly feel relief. I replace the cap and put the tube back in my drawer and stare at myself in the mirror with disgust.
Yeah, Bea, while you're taking care of your gross bum, your husband is taking care of his-
"No, don't think about it," I tell myself, turning on the faucet to wash my hands. An image pops in my head and goosebumps form all over my skin but I shake my head. "Don't think about it, Bea."
After I dry my hands, I pull my hair back into a loose pony and wipe away my tears. I turn out the light and walk back into our room, hoping he'll be in here so we can make up.
But he's not.
I slowly climb into bed and pull the covers up to my shoulders. Turning on my left side, I open my eyes to Harry's pillow and my tears brim over my bottom eyelids. I purse my lips together to stifle my cries because I don't want to wake Sebastian and I pull his pillow close.
All I can breathe is his scent and I bury my face in the soft cotton because I can't control my sobs. My heart hurts so much and I know I won't be able to sleep knowing that we're so angry at each other.
I throw the covers off and sit up in bed, drying my tears on my sleeve. Slipping on my house shoes, I grab the two baby monitors and make my way downstairs with my heart pounding the entire time.
What if I walk in on him? What if he's still mad at me? What if- wait. Where is he?
"Harry?" I whisper, scanning the empty living room. "Harry, where are you?"
Oh my God. He really left me this time. No, he couldn't have.
"Harry?" I call out, letting my tears fall as I walk down the hall and the light turns on. I squint my eyes and look up, feeling relief wash over me and I rush up to him. "Harry!"
"I'm right here," he says, puffing out his breath from the impact of our bodies colliding. "I was awake and heard you calling for me. Are you okay?"
Turning my head on his chest to hear his heartbeat, I sniff and hold him even closer to me. His large hands smooth all over my back, heating me up as he gently sways us back and forth.
"I thought you left. You said, you said you would be on the couch and you weren't there. You left me, Harry."
"Never," he says with a kiss to my head. "I didn't leave you, Bea. I just didn't want to sleep on the lumpy couch," he chuckles but I don't find it funny.
"I hate it when we're mad at each other," I mutter through my tears, leaning back to look him in his eyes.
"Me too," he says, cupping my cheeks. He dries my tears with his thumbs, causing my eyelids to flutter. "No matter how mad I get; wrong or right, I'll never leave you, Beatrice."
I nod gently, letting my heart and mind absorb his words and he kisses my forehead. Blowing out a short breath, I awkwardly readjust my arms around his back because of the baby monitors that I'm still holding.
And we both say we're sorry at the same time.
We laugh softly and he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around me.
"No, Love, you don't have anything to be sorry for. I was a selfish arsehole and I'm so sorry," he nervously takes in his bottom lip and I look in his glossy eyes. "Can you forgive me?"
"Only if you forgive me," I say and he starts to speak but I don't let him. "No, listen, Babe, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry."
He looks in my eyes, nodding with a hint of a smile, "Forgiven."
I peck his lips, "Forgotten."
Harry tells me that he loves me as he wraps me up in a hug and I tell him that I love him. I close my eyes, feeling exhaustion quickly take over me. While I'm incredibly happy that we made up, I just want to go to sleep.
"How about we head upstairs," I offer, slowly pulling away from our hug.
"Hmmm," he hums cutely, piquing my interest. "Why can't we sleep down here? I know you have the baby monitors cos they're digging in my back."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I move my hands and turn him slightly to look. "Thank God, I don't see anything."
"Well maybe you should look a little lower, Love," Harry cheekily says and I playfully spank his bum, earning a laugh.
"Shhh, if you wake up the kids, you're gonna check on them," I warn, tapping the monitor antenna to his chest.
"Alright, I'll be quiet," he says and leans down to kiss me. "Let's go to bed, Love."
I nod and he turns out the hall light and we walk into the guest bedroom. I notice something on the floor and I squint my eyes in the darkness.
"What's all that on the-" I pause as I realize what it is and I turn to him, placing my hand on my hip. "You just threw my nice pillows on the floor?"
"Uhm, a big gust of wind, erm, blew in and-," he sighs, "I'll pick them up."
I tilt an eyebrow at him, holding back my laughter at his ridiculous excuse and I set the monitors on the nightstand. I pull back the covers and sit down carefully, slipping off my house shoes and I lay down.
"It's like we're on a sleepover," Harry chuckles, getting in the bed and he wastes no time pulling me close.
"Mhm," I hum in answer, resting within his arm.
My eyes open when I feel his hand smooth down my side, stopping at my thigh and he pulls my leg on his. I can't help but smile and cuddle closer to him, letting out a tired breath.
"I didn't do what I rudely said I was going to do," Harry says quietly, drawing lazy circles on my back. "I didn't, Love."
I press a kiss to his naked chest before leaning up to look at him. His tired eyes meet mine and he cups my cheek. He whispers that he loves me and I tell him that I love him before he gently pulls me down. Our lips meet in a sweet kiss and I moan as our lips form perfectly together.
Our kiss falls apart naturally, but Harry keeps me close with his hand firmly on my nape. I mumble his name on his lips, earning a chuckle and he nibbles my bottom lip. I give up with a sigh and kiss him back, raking my hand through his hair and I give it a little tug.
"Not fair," he chuckles and I peck his lips, leaning back to look at him. "If you're not careful, you're going to activate launch sequence."
"Well," I muse, tracing my finger on his chest, "do you want me to, send your rocket ship into space?"
"Oh my God!" Harry laughs and I can't help but laugh too. "And I thought I was the one with the bad jokes."
"Bad?" I gasp, playfully swatting his chest. "That was genius. I went along with your dumb joke in a matter of seconds."
"Alright, alright," he chuckles, shifting on his back. He opens his arm, inviting me and I lay next to him. "That was pretty good, considering what you had to work with."
"Thank you," I say proudly, resting my hand on his chest and I bite my lip. "Do you want me to-"
"No, Love," Harry kisses my head and pulls the covers over us. "Let's just go to sleep. Do you still want me to call Dr. Trammel tomorrow?"
"Yes," I close my eyes and sigh heavily. "I really think something might be wrong with Sebastian."
Harry yawns, soothing my shoulder, "I'm sure he's fine, Love. Let's not worry until we take him in. Okay?"
"Kay," I mumble right before falling into a much needed sleep.***
A/N: They made up! Yay! 😘🎉
The decorative pillows scene tho. Harry cracks me up. 😂😂
Much Love.
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