imagines ; harry styles

baby makin'

Contains adult content

BABY MAKIN'

"Don't know why I'm nervous," your chuckle gets stuck in your throat and you try to cover it up with a cough, your eyes still not able to reach Harry's. "Done this a million times, probably. But now..."
You distract yourself by finding a stray piece of thread on the hem of the oversized shirt you had bought on vacation years ago, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger while you listened to your heart pound in your chest. It was easy to hide under the veil of darkness within your room, the only light source coming from streetlamps through the curtains and small electronics scattered about.

"Hey," Harry says, tapping the underside of your chin with his fingertips. "Hey," he says again with more authority after you don't look at him. "Nothin' to be nervous about, yeah? It's just me."
It's just Harry. You look up at him, the same eyes you had found a home in greeting you with crinkles around the edges, a soft smile dancing around the corners of them. It's just Harry.
"Can lay down for a bit if you want. Maybe just breathe out the nerves or summat?" he suggests, cocking his head to the king-sized bed in the center of the room. "C'mon."

You take his hand and allow yourself to be lead to the four-post bed you once thought to be too elaborate for the two of you. It wasn't like you to be nervous - especially around Harry. But the stakes were high, and if both of you did your jobs properly, your lives would change forever...

"Think we should start tryin' for a baby," he'd said as he drove the two of you home from dinner.
You paused, wondering whether his words were a statement or a question. You looked at him, the streetlights illuminating his face every five seconds, his jawline prominent and strong to match his concentrated gaze. It took you longer than it should have to respond, which made him nervous.
"It's just -" he began, placing both hands on the wheel and gripping the leather tightly. "You're so great with Ruby. Seein' ye' with her tonight - know she's only five so it's easy t' entertain her, but the way you handled the new baby and talkin' to Ruby? She loves you. Always has. I don't..." he trailed off, your quietness wavering his confidence.

A very large part of him must've thought you were ready, otherwise he wouldn't have asked. But now that he'd said it and you were completely silent on the manner, he wanted to take everything back.
"We've been together for years now and I guess I jus' feel like it's the right time?" And then you heard it - the questioning rather than suggesting, the worry in his voice loud and clear underneath his words. "Got everythin' else. Got everythin' we could ever need. I jus' - I want a family with you. Can't imagine havin' one with anyone else."

You weren't generally one for crying, but his confession made you tear up a bit. Years ago, had anyone told you that you'd be having a conversation such as this with Harry on the way home from dinner with the Winstons, you would've deemed them insane. It was no secret Harry wanted to be a dad - so much so that you wouldn't be with him had you not wanted children - but actually being on the precipice of starting a family made you a little misty around the eyes.

"Maybe not," he muttered, your reaction worrying him to the point of recanting his statement. "Not the right time..."
He glanced at you then, the broad smile on your face dissipating some of the fear in his eyes. His gaze flickered from yours to the road as you began to laugh, which in turn caused him to let out a few confused giggles.

"Can you -" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Can ye' say somethin', please? I don't know what you're thinkin'..."

"Of course I want to have a baby with you, Harry!" you playfully slapped a hand down on his bicep, squeezing gently as you continued to laugh. "How could you ever think that I wouldn't want to?"
"Well you weren't sayin' anything!" he bellowed as he rolled his eyes dramatically, his grip on the steering wheel lessening as the tension in his shoulders disappeared. "Almost felt like a right asshole, suggestin' you start carryin' my baby!"
"No," you shook your head, cupping your palm around his cheek. "Never. Of course I want a family with you. Of course, of course. Can start trying tonight, as far as I'm concerned."