Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Baby Excitement

Baby Brooklyn was settled against Caroline's chest, her cheeks hollow as she swallowed the milk from the bottle pressed to her lips. Harry was watching in awe at the small 4 month old baby, her eyes staring intently back into his green eyes. She was the cutest. She really was. And it made his baby fever rise through the roof. The side of his curled finger was running up and down Brooklyn's socked foot, as she kicked out slightly against his hand. Caroline was chatting away to Zayn about how she'd been, with Zayn listening carefully to what she was saying. His heart warming as she told him about his goddaughter.

You were nestled beside Harry, his fingers laced with yours as he danced his other fingertips up Brooklyn's leg, the tickles making her eyes widen and her lips part into a grin around the teat of the bottle.

"Are you a pretty girl, huh? Are you beautiful?" Harry grinned, as the small baby girl took the last few drops of milk. "Isn't she gorgeous? And so tiny.." Harry whispered, as he looked to you, his nose inches from your cheek. You blushed as you tilted your head up to look at him, your hand resting against your own baby bump, nestled on your thighs comfortably. "It makes me so excited..."

You watched his lips turn into a prominent curve, a smile etched onto his pink lips. "You've been excited for the past 5 months, Harold. We've got another 4 left. I doubt you'll have that much excitement left" You giggled, placing a flat palm to his thigh. "Trust me here, H. This smile," You started, dancing your fingertips along the outline of his lips, "hasn't left your lips for ages. I'm serious. I think everyone can tell you're excited... Maybe a little more excited than me" You winked, listening as he chuckled lightly. His arm rested over your shoulder, your head rolling back against his upper arm, as his lips pressed to your jaw.

"You know I will always have this excitement. Baby, we're having a baby together. My baby fever is through the roof right now.." He laughed, as Niall walked up behind him, a smile on the blonde boys lips.

"Oh, trust us (Y/N)... He's had baby fever ever since he held Lux when she was born. And Lou brought her to meet us all. Awh, man.. He wouldn't let her go" Niall laughed, as he leant over. His lips pressing to your hairline above your forehead. "You're looking beautiful, love. Glowing, as per usual" Niall grinned, as he moved off some place else.

"He's totally loving my pregnant missus... I'm not the only one" Harry winked, before turning his attention back to Caroline and Brooklyn. "Caroline, may I please hold her now? She's giving me those 'let Harry hold me now. I'm sick of mummy' eyes..." Harry teased, as he felt Caroline's elbow go into his arm.

"Harold... Let me burp her, and then you can have a hold. Whilst I dress the boys and get your clothes ready. Unless you want the honors and getting spit up and puke all down your back" She giggled, as you let out a loud laugh watching as Harry's face paled. "I'm serious, Harry. You can have a go. It'll give you some practice for when you have your baby" She smiled over at you, winking softly as you sent a big smile back to her.

"No, no... You do that. I can't handle sickness. I can't even handle it when (Y/N) gets bad morning sickness. It makes me want to puke... But, I have to hold it, to make sure we're not just huge puking messes in the morning" He laughed, as you slapped at his thigh playfully. "I'm kidding, babe. I'm there behind you, rubbing your back and holding your hair in a ponytail... And I will always be there" He smiled, as you leant your neck up and pressed a warm, wet kiss to his cheek.

"I'm going to make myself a cup of tea... And have a chat with Louis. Do you want one?" You wondered, as you stood up, Harry's hand resting at your hips. He nodded softly, bringing you to stand between his knees. "What do you want? Coffee or tea?"

His nose nuzzled against the of his you had over your body, the material hanging down loosely. His lips pressed against the material right were it rested over your belly button, his lips pouting against it to give it a soft kiss. "Just a tea will do me. I'll be up all night if I ingest coffee" He whispered, muffled against your stomach.