Harry Styles Imagines

Babies And Silence

Ever since having your fourth baby, Micah Niall Styles, a year and a half ago your husband had been begging you for another. You were thirty three now and the idea of having a fifth baby wasn't the most ideal. Your youngest baby was one and a half, and as much as the thought of giving him a little brother or sister to play with warmed your heart, if you kept going on with that logic, you'd have more kids than you could count.

"C'mon, baby," Harry whined. "Just one more. One more, five sounds like a great number," You shook your head and shimmied closer to his body. He had been bringing this up every morning you woke together and every night before you both went to sleep for the past few weeks.

"We're happy with four, aren't we? You're happy, aren't you?" He nodded quickly. "Then why have another baby when we're happy? We agreed on four. I really don't want to talk about this again, Harry," you said, your voice muffled by the skin of his chest slightly. You placed a small kiss to his chest before you heard tiny mumbles from the room next to the master bedroom, an indication Micah was starting to wake up.

Harry sighed. "Are you being serious? So just because you don't want another baby I can't have one and we can't even talk about it? Un-fucking-believable," he scoffed, shaking his head and separating his body from yours, where they were tangled up in the middle of the bed.

"You know what, I'm happy with four kids. Micah's almost two and in three years he'll be starting school and I could finally get a job, or go back to school if I wanted to while I'm still young enough. You're ok, you have a job. You don't stay home with the kids while I go and make a living for myself. My living is those four beautiful kids, and while I would never change the way we brought them up, I want to get back out there and learn. I want to go back to school and do my Masters. I want to be my own person. I want to be y/n, Harry Styles's wife, his baby's mother and good lawyer. You don't go through the pregnancy. You don't have to worry about giving birth that your body will never be the same again. You don't have to worry about the weight I put on with all of the cravings I have and end up satisfying. You don't need to worry about anything. You just get the baby at the end. You give me a few back rubs, a few feet rubs, get my late night cravings and then you get the baby," you finished off before climbing out of bed and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You stopped outside of Mason's room wiping your tears before walking in and turning the light on.

He was standing up, holding onto the slats on the wall of his crib. "Good morning, sweet boy," you said happily, smiling at him.

"G'morning, Mumma," he smiled. The exact same smile as his father as guilt shot through you. No, he wasn't going to guilt you into another child when you weren't sure that's what you wanted. You'd love him or her unconditionally without a doubt, but you were so beyond happy with four.

"Did you sleep good?" He nodded, dropping his head to your shoulder as you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Shall we get you some breakfast while I dress Ella?" He nodded in response putting his small arms around your neck tiredly.

& & &

Harry left to take Emilia, Mason and Ella to school, Harry saying goodbye, but you didn't talk to him. You knew that giving him the silent treatment was probably wrong, but he was trying to force you into having another baby not caring about how you felt about it - even after you told him you were settled with four.

"Do you want to watch Thomas the Tank Engine or Curious George?" You asked the small boy snuggled into your lap. You had decided a pyjama day was in order with lots of cuddles.

Cuddles in the Styles household were never missed. Cuddles were an important part of your life's, so every morning, afternoon and night, you and Harry would cuddle the kids and each other as often as you could. Micah chose Thomas, so as he continued to point out the names of all the different trains, the door opened and then closed just as you heard Harry's boots on the floor, walking into the kitchen. You pulled Micah closer to you and kissed the top of his head.

Harry walked in with a piece of toast in his hand and sat on the other end of the sofa but not before pressing a kiss to Micah's head.

& & &

You were laying in bed while Harry put Micah down. You had only said at most ten words to each other. Most of them for the kids sake, but you knew Emilia knew there was something wrong. At nine years old she was smart, smarter than you'd have liked with things like this.

"Can we talk?" Harry startled you and when you looked up he was standing at the foot of the bed. You nodded and he sat on the bed before looking down at his hands - playing with his rings, twisting them. "I want to apologize for earlier. I should have taken your first answer as a final answer. I shouldn't be selfish just because I want another baby. I'm so happy with what we have. I'm so, so incredibly happy with everything we have. Our four kids are my everything. You're my everything. And if you don't want another baby, I'm going to support your decision. I just miss our babies being babies. They're so grown up and every time I look at Micah I just see little newborn feet and hands gripping my finger and I miss that so much. I miss our babies falling asleep on my chest, in my arms. I miss it, but I care about what you want more than me."

You smiled at his words. You missed it too. You missed newborn cuddles more than anything. "You're making this whole 'five babies' thing sound more and more likely to happen each seconds you talk," you chuckled.

"Seriously?" You nodded.

"I care about what you want too. And if you want another baby, I care about that. I love you, and I love our kids. And I miss newborn cuddles too. I miss having a baby that needs us for everything. Maybe holding off starting my own career could wait another six or so years. Maybe you could even ask for more time off, be here more? Maybe I could get a part time job once they're by the newborn stage. There's ways we could work this out so everyone's happy. I love you so much, I want nothing more than to give you everything you want."

"I have everything I ever want here with you and the kids. Another baby would be nice though, little newborn cries at three in the morning and poop filled diapers," he smirked at you seductively while he climbed up the bed.

"You make it sound so desirable, H," you laughed as he came to hover over you. "So, a fifth bub? Five kids is a lot of work."

"But if anyone's cut out for it, it's us my love."