May POV

"Are your eyes closed?" Harry asks me. After a few weeks he's finally showing me what the nursery looks like.

"Yes." I say with a chuckle. His hand is on my lower back and he gently pushes me into the room.

"Okay, open your eyes." I do.

My heart swells up and I awe. The room is a light grey. His white crib is placed against the wall and there is a white sofa near the window. I smile at the giraffe. "I like giraffe's." Harry tells me. I laugh.

"You're as tall as one, so that's not surprising." I say. Harry nudges me. "Babe I love it. It's so nice." I say while looking at Harry. I hug him. "If Finn could talk I bet he'd say he likes it too." Harry snickers.

I like how everything in the nursery matches. It's pleasing to look at honestly.

We hear Finn start to cry in the other room. "I'll get him." Harry tells me while slipping his hand off of my lower back.

"Okay." I say.

I look around as he's getting our son that's crying.

I look at his closet and see his shirts are hanging up. I smile at how the size is so small and cute.

"He's hungry." Harry tells me.

"Hm, do we have any bottles left?" I ask Harry while taking Finn out of his arms.

"Nope." I sigh. Today my boobs are very sore. Harry chuckles at my sigh. "Have fun." I roll my eyes at him playfully.

***

I'm currently changing for bed. It's 9 at night and Harry is lying down watching TV.

I put on one of his white shirts and sit on our mattress beside him. His hand rests on top of mine and my head lays on his shoulder.

"You haven't talked about what happened when you saw your Dad." Harry tells me. "Or Uncle." I snicker gently. It's been a week since that's happened. I try not to think about it but I always do.

I explain to him what he told me. I explain to him what I said and why I said it. Harry's eyes are on me the whole time I'm speaking.

Once I'm done, he remains silent. "What are you going to do?" I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know." I say. "What's your opinion?"

"Do you want my honest opinion or what you want to hear?"

"Honest opinion."

"Obviously he's a selfish prick for choosing his wife over his child, that's not a question. But how would it be bad if he was in your life now?"

"It would be weird." I say.

"It sounded like he was trying."

"Why didn't he try when I was a teenager? Or when I was a kid that was older? Why would my father care if I got to know him? He didn't talk to me."

"Maybe he thought that it was better if he wasn't in your life." Harry tells me. "You have to remember he is your Dad and you get traits from him if you like it or not. So, just imagine that if you're questioning something, what would you think or feel like? Then apply that to him. It's possible he feels what you're thinking. Or he couldn't."

I let out a shrug. "What would you do if you were in my shoes?" I ask.

"I would get to know him. If not for me, for Finn." I bite my lip. "Nick hasn't physically hurt you like your Mom. So, giving him a chance means letting him actually caring for you since he couldn't when you were growing up. Whatever you decide I will support."

"You're good with your words Styles."

"Thank you soon-to-be-Mrs.Styles." Harry gives me a smug smile. He leans down and kisses me. "Speaking of that, I was thinking we should start thinking of a date to get married on."

"Do we pick a random day?" I ask curiously.

"Whatever you'd like." Harry says while playing with my fingers. "But, you need to get a passport."

"For our honeymoon?" I ask.

"Yep." He grins.

"Have you got a place in mind?" I ask.

"Yes. And you'll love it." Harry grins gently.

"How long do you want to go for?" I ask.

"Two weeks. There are two places I want to take you too."

"How long is the flight?"

"Long enough for you to sleep the whole way." I sigh. He leans down and kisses me. "I'm excited so pick a date that's soon so we can go." I smile at his words. "You'll need a bathing suit for one of the places." I scrunch up my noise.

"Ew." I sigh. "Those scare me." Harry shakes his head.

"You'll look sexy." I shake my head with laughter.

"Define sexy."

"You." My eyes narrow at him. He just smiles.

"Slick."

"I know." His arm goes over my body. His lips kiss my cheek. "Do you remember the days were you didn't even want to kiss me?" I sink lower on the mattress. "Or touch me, act liked you didn't like me." I laugh. "My personal favorite is when you used to cringe at the word penis really badly. Now, you always want mine." I nudge him and he giggles.

"I always like thinking about that." I say sarcastically. "I wouldn't want to be friends with me either."

"Sh." Harry tells me. "It was cute."

"Cute?" I laugh.

"Yes. I liked feeling manly and doing the first move." I snicker. "Eventually you got used to me."

"I used to the fact that someone wanted to kiss me." I say.

"I was your first kiss, your first boyfriend, and the first person you had sex with."

"That makes me sound pathetic." I say. Harry scoffs.

"It's a good example to our future kids that may be girls. You can tell them when they're teenagers that waiting for all that stuff is worth it."

"I was totally turning down guys because they weren't good enough to be my first kiss." I say sarcastically. "Note the sarcasm."

"They don't need to know that." I smile. "I'm glad you're going to be my wife."

"I'm glad you're going to be my husband." I say back to him. His dimples go on his cheeks causing me to smile. I poke one of them causing him to grin wider.

"Two weeks is the John Mayer concert. Are you excited?"

"Is that a question?" I ask him.

"Obviously not." He chuckles. "My Mom is excited to babysit."

"Did she get up the nursery at her house?" I ask. He nods.

"I'm curious about something and I want you to answer."

"Okay?" Harry questions.

"How many girls have you slept with?"

"Okay, good night." My eyes widen and my mouth opens.

"Harry, why can't you answer the question?"

"Because we're not going into that." I narrow my eyes at him.

"6?" I pick a number.

"I'm not answering." He hums.

"Why not?"

"You'll get uncomfortable." He tells me.

"Why would I?" I ask. Harry sighs.

"May-"

"Please." I say. His head tilts.

"If I tell you will you remember that none of them mattered and you're one of the most important ones."

One of the most important ones?

Oh yeah, Lily.

"Yes, I promise." I say.

He lets out a deep breath. "I've had real sex with 35 different girls I believe. I messed around with all of those girls plus a different amount."

"What's the different amount?"

"Uh, 10 total for messing around?" His eyebrows are furrowed like he's thinking about it.

I said 6.

35-45 girls is the answer.

"Were they all in your grade?"

"Uh most. Then some girls in college. That was, I think, a one time thing. Or two time thing since it was a threesome." My eyes widen as well as his. "I just said that out loud didn't I?" I nod. "I love going down memory lane." Harry mutters.

I'm silent because I don't know what to say. "You're quiet."

"I don't know how to respond to you admitting you had a threesome." I say. He bites his lip.

"It was quite fun--I hate myself. I didn't say that either." His eyes close. "Just, uh forget that."

"Sure." I murmur.

"Anything else you wanna know?"

"Nope." I turn off my lamp. I lay down after.

Just knowing 50 girls have been with him is weird to me. I can't be mad at him for that though. He didn't know me at the time nor did I know him really.

"Please don't look at me differently." His eyes meet mine and they look sad. My head tilts. "Your opinion of me means more than anything."

"I don't." I say. I know he hasn't been like that since we started dating, which was years ago. He was only like that in a dark spot in his life. I won't hold that against him.

"I only blurted out all that stuff because I was nervous."

"I know, babe." I say. When he's nervous he rambles and says stuff that comes across his mind freely.

"I wish my number was low." Harry admits.

"If you didn't regret it at the time, then don't now since you're with me."

"I've always regretted it." He tells me. "I always wanted to only be intimate with the girl who I loved and cared for so it could mean something. Obviously that changed for years and I turned into a whore."

"Stuff happens." My fingers play with his. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable with the shit I blurted out." I chuckle.

"It's fine."

"Would you be grossed out if I kissed you?" My heart aches. I don't want him to feel or think like this.

I lean up and press my lips against his. His hands cup my cheeks.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like I was bothered by what you told me. I asked, you told me. I can't be mad at you for that. Plus, I wasn't in your life then. I have no room to say that it was wrong of you."

"Thank you." He murmurs.

I don't reply. I just nuzzle my face into his chest.

A://N

i'm starting to write longer chapter lol

the picture above is what i kinda imagine the nursery

comment goal: 50?? that would be super cool if we got that

thoughts?

what do you think is going to happen?

~lauren