when harry styles and ivory brooklyn bump into each other at the met gala, they both find something, they never thought they'd have.
they build the cutest family and share incredible memories.
just a cute little story
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i feel so grateful for how 'easy' this pregnancy has been. i'm almost done, my baby's healthy and i'm healthy and happy. harry's perfect and he's there with me through all of this, i feel so lucky.
i did. however wake up so sore this morning. my breasts, my thighs, everything's hurting, but i'm happy. i'm so so happy.
"ives, come down here, will you?" i hear harry's voice from downstairs.
"help me out, will you." i say with a loud laugh. yes, my body would love the help, but more importantly i just wanna see him.
in no time i hear footsteps and the door opens. i can't stop myself from smiling when i see harry's face.
i wave him over. "hi baby."
"baby, come say hi to my mum and her new friend." harry smiles at me and walks over. he stands between my legs.
"new friend?" i rest my hands on harry's chest.
"mhm. new friend." harry pats my thighs and moves back. "so get dressed." he walks over to the closet and i follow right behind.
my body aches from the pain. "i want your trousers." i basically pout at harry.
"you can have my sweatpants, baby. you okay?" harry grabs a pair of his grey sweatpants and comes up in front of me.
i speak as he brushes some of the hair strands that had fallen in front of my face away. "my back and my legs are killing me."
i get dressed in harry's light grey sweatpants and a black top, so my bump is out. i've felt uncomfortable, so today my bumps out.
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my legs are drowning in harry's sweatpants. harry smirks when he looks at me. "okay, cmon baby."
i hug myself around harry's body and he moves both of us downstairs.
"i'm too tired and sore harry." i turn my face and whispers against the side of his face. i think he can tell what i mean, i love anne, but being social and meeting someone new is too much for my tired state right now. harry nods understandingly and puts a hand over my head.
