Harry Styles Imagines

Walking With The Styles'

"Baby, I don't need a-" a yawn cut you off from what you were saying. These days you felt like all you did was yawn. You were sore. You were tired. But you were happy. You were more than happy, because Ella was finally here. Your third little angel was here. "Break. I'm perfectly fine," you smiled as you finished off your sentence. Harry was quick to disagree with you though.

"Love, you've been yawning every 2 minutes for the past three hours, just let my mum, sister and I take the kids out for a while, whilst you catch up on some sleep. We could take them to Hyde park. Em and Mase love it there, and Ella can bond with her Grandma and Auntie. What do you say, babe?" He smiled lovingly at you.

You sighed. "Fine, you can take them. No ice cream though. Emilia snuck that birthday cake ice cream we had in the freezer yesterday and ate half of the tub between her and Mason," you warned him. He nodded before leaning over the bed, to pull you in for a kiss. You grabbed onto the lapels of his black wool trench coat, pulling him closer to you until he finally crawled over the bed to reach you. "You look incredible today, baby," you whispered, your breath hitting off of his mouth before you pulled him back in.

"I think you're about the only person that likes my hair," he whispered as you pulled away breathless. You eyes the bun that was placed perfectly on his head. His signature black skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, a black trench coat, and his cream boots adorned his body.

"Gives me more to grab onto," you smirked at him and his eyes widened.

"Missus Styles, what's gotten you so worked up?" He joked, laughing, his dimples becoming more prominent and his eyes crinkling at the corners, his nose scrunching up just a little, making you smile at how cute he looked.

"My hormones still aren't back to normal. And you, you can't walk around looking that good and expect me not to be turned on," you groaned throwing your head back against your pillow. "Why can't you just push a baby out and your lady parts go back to normal straight after without stitches and all of this medical stuff. Not having sex for six weeks to three months I mean what do people think women are? Frigid old housewives that don't want to have sex? Maybe it's just me that wants to have sex, is that just me? You married the right woman."

"Hey, you've brought my two incredible daughters and my perfect son into the world. We can live without sex for a while, because once you feel better and I can get you into bed, my mum's going to be having the kids for a weekend, and I'm going to spend my weekend in bed, with you, naked. Maybe some hot baths with that honey and milk bath soak that you like. A little wine in bed," his voice dropped a couple of keys making you groan with need. You heard the door open downstairs and Anne's voice rang through the house making you smile.

"H? Y/N? Grandchildren, come give nana hugs," Anne asked sweetly.

Gemma on the other hand... "Brother, stop making even more babies up there. I don't need any more niece's or nephew's right now. I'm going to have no money left by the time I spoil all of my little monkey's. Speaking of, hello lovies, how are you both?" You laughed, figuring Emilia and Mason must have gone to meet Anne and Gemma in the hallway.

"Help me downstairs?" You asked Harry, as he climbed off of the bed, reaching your hand out to him. He gave you a look that said 'is that really a good idea?' but you ignored it. "I want to see your mum and sister, and I want to give my kids a hug and kiss before everyone leaves-" you yawned once again, "me for the day." Harry ignored your hand and wrapped an arm around your back, before hooking his other hand under your legs, lifting you up from the bed. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you smiled. "Thank you, baby."

He made his way downstairs, making sure not to trip with you in his arms and you smiled at Anne and Gemma as they seen you both descending the stairs. "You've got him whipped, babe," Gemma laughed earning a slap over the arm from Anne.