Chaos. That is the best way to describe what I've just come home to. I almost trip over the pairs of shoes that lie abandoned by the door, and not put away in their cubby holes like they are supposed to be. Mac streaks in front of me like a bolt of lightening quickly followed by Daniella shrieking at the top of her lungs, I don't manage to catch what has gotten her so worked up. The TV in the Living Room is blaring some cartoon and I hear my husband's voice yell "Madi! I've already told you! Turn that down or I'm gonna turn it off!" 

"Sammy! No! You can't have him!" Robin's voice reaches me next as her and her friend stomp by me and up the stairs as if I don't even exist. And I'm beginning to suspect that boy just lives here now.

"H?" I yell. 

"Angel?" My entire body fills with happiness as I recognise the familiar voice. My feet rush across the floor as Danny appears in the entrance to the Living Room. I let out a happy laugh as he hugs me and spins me in a circle. "Oh, man! Look at you! So beautiful!" He beams as he sets me down on the floor. 

"You really are." Anne and Pam rush toward me and before I know it I'm wrapped in three sets of arms and I feel so loved I can't even describe it. That parental kind of love which instantly makes me feel safe and protected.

"It's so good to see you." I breathe as I melt into their embrace, my eyes falling closed. 

"Kids! Mum's home!" Harry sings and the sound of little feet thumping on the floor is muffled as I'm still being held in a giant hug. A chorus of "Mum" and "Mummy" breaks out as more hands and arms add themselves to the mix. I can feel the stress from work being squeezed from my body. "Alright. Alright! Everyone get off! My turn!" He chuckles. In the blink of an eye everyone else is gone and I'm in the familiar embrace of my husband. Loved. Wanted. Home.

"I fucking missed you." He whispers as he presses his lips to my forehead.

My hands grip his biceps as I steady myself on my tiptoes, my head tilted upwards in a begging pout. My heart hums happily when he presses a chaste kiss to my lips, followed by another. I want more of his kisses though and I wish we could just sneak off somewhere and have a make-out session. I grin as I realise we more or less can. "Come on." I lower my feet to the floor and grab his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. "I'm just gonna help Harry with dinner if anyone is looking for me!" I announce as we stroll by the Living Room. 

"Our kids have turned feral, Jess! Our parents took them for ice cream and I don't know what was in this ice cream but they've been wild ever since they got back." My hands grip the counter and the twins bump his stomach as I try to jump onto the counter. Without saying a word, he grips my hips and easily lifts me to my desired destination. Seriously? I must be getting heavy by now? My bump feels heavy. "Madison!" His yell startles me as the music starts up from the other room again. 

"Not me!" Her little voice yells before her brother mutters an apology and the music dims to an acceptable level. 

"What you cooking?" I smile as I bunch up the bright yellow Treat People With Kindness t-shirt from his first tour, pulling him closer to me so I can place a kiss to his cheek. 

"The kids wanted pasta so I'm making Bolognese for them, Mum and Pam but I don't fancy all those carbs so I'm having Tuna Steaks with salad and Danny wanted that too. There's enough for you to have either." 

"Mmm... sounds good." I whisper as my lips drag along the smooth skin of his cheek before placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His hands meander to my hips, his touch feather light as he tries to figure out exactly what I want from him. My fingers are inching their way under his t-shirt, up his back until I find a particularly warm spot and hug him to me as close as my bump will allow. I rub my lips against his before puckering them for the lightest of kisses. I let out a gasp as he sucks my bottom lip between his, his teeth nipping softly before he lets it go. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his more firmly this time and my heart thumps as he moves his mouth in time with mine. Slowly. Softly. Lovingly. 

"You taste like peaches." He breathes into my mouth as we take a pause, our lips mere millimeters apart. I mumble about it being a new lip balm but I want us to be joinedtogether again. "I like it." He says as his tongue pokes out to lick along my protruding bottom lip. We are quickly sealed together again, our tongues slowly exploring one another as my arms try in vain to pull him closer. Stupid giant belly! His body suddenly swings away from me and then I feel him slide along the outside of my thigh, the front of his body presses up against the side of mine and his arms tighten their hold around me. I hum quietly as we continue our make-out session, my body happy it has as much contact with my husbands as possible without us being joined in an entirely different way. I try to put everything I feel for this man into our kisses but I fear that might be an impossible task. 

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"Mummy!" Madi's hand pats Jessi's bump to get her attention. 

"Yeah, Sweetheart?" She grins, lifting her head from my chest. She's been beside me all night, currently she has herself snuggled into my side, not that I am complaining. Although her little make-out session earlier had me so hard I thought I would bust a nut.

"Why cawl Pops, Danny?" Our youngest enquires as she attempts to climb into Jessi's lap. I use the hand that isn't wrapped around my wife to help her. 

"Because that's his name, silly." 

"No, he you Daddy." 

"No, he's not, Doofus!" Dani interrupts. 

"UH HUH!" Madi yells back and the room quickly descends into a rabble of four squabbling kids. 

"Alright. Alright! Can you all stop yelling, please? Don't tease your sister for asking questions." Jess raises her voice to be heard as Madi begins to cry. 

"Hey, it's okay, Madi!" Danny grins as he scoops her up from Jessi's lap. "Your Mummy isn't my real daughter but I love her just as much as your Daddy loves you." 

"Dats big! Like this much?" She throws her arms out as wide as they will go before she suddenly pauses. "Where Mummy's weel Daddy? Heaven wiv Granpa Robin n' Nanny Anna?" 

"No, he's not in heaven, Sweetheart." Jessi says reaching her arm out to stroke our youngest daughters back. "He's just not a very nice man." That is putting it mildly. He crawled out of the woodwork not long after Jess and I had got married but it soon became apparent that he was only after money and when Jess cut him off he sold a few sob stories to the papers. "But he you Daddy. He wuv you." 

"No, Madison. He doesn't love me. And he's not my Dad. Danny is my Dad. I just don't call him that." Jess tries to explain, and she snaps her head towards me as our daughter suddenly bursts in to tears. Her brown eyes plead for me to help her but I don't know what's upset her either. 

"Ooof!" I gasp as our three-year-old suddenly comes crashing into me, her arms practically strangling my neck. 

"I DON'T WANT A NEW DADDY!!" She wails in my ear and I hug her tighter. "I WUV YOU!" 

"Hey, I love you too. I'm not going anywhere." I whisper to calm Madi and I feel Jess slip away from me, I try to reach for her but she's gone. 

"It's all right. I've got her." Danny whispers and I feel myself relax a little, although I still feel like my heart is being pulled in two.

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I feel the vibrations rage through my body as my feet stomp across the Kitchen floor. I march straight into the laundry room and slam closed the drier door before the tears burst through their banks. 

"Angel, stop. It's okay." Danny's voice echoes off the walls as he tries to pull me into a hug but I shake him off. 

"No! It's not! I upset my daughter. I hate him Danny! I really fucking hate him." His arms wrap me in one of his famous bear hugs, the kind nobody can escape unless they want to lose a limb. "Why did she have to get pregnant to an arsehole like him?" 

"Madison will be fine, she's with Harry." His hand rubs up and down my back, trying to comfort me the same way I'd tried to comfort my daughter. "I'm sorry that he hurt you, Angel. But it really is his loss, he'll never know how amazing you are, how kind, generous, so caring. He'll never get to see how much of a wonderful Mother you are and he'll never know those fantastic kids out there. Sometimes, I can't help but thank him though because I do get to see all those things, I get to love you and those little cherubs. I mean don't get me wrong, when he came back into your life I prayed every night that it would work out for you, that you would get the father you deserve, nothing would have made me happier." 

My tears are flowing like a proper stream now and I try to hug him back as tightly as he's hugging me but it's futile. "I have the father I deserve, Danny. He's right here. Just like he's always been. I love you so much." 

"Love you too, Angel."

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"H? I don't know what to wear!" I yell out and suddenly I want to eat my words as he strolls out of the bathroom, dripping wet, with a towel slung so low on his hips I'm amazed it hasn't hit the floor yet. 

"Huh?" He says as he shakes his hair, the wet curls sticking to his forehead. 

"What should I wear?" I deliberately make myself look back at the clothes otherwise we're never going to get out of here on time. 

"Dunno, didn't Harry send you over some new maternity stuff?" I take a deep breath as I feel him move behind me. "Hmm... that's cute." His hand reaches over my shoulder for a bright blue dress with angel sleeves. 

"No. I'm not feeling a dress." I pout and he moves his hand to my shoulder. It's warm and I have to force myself to think about something other than that hand exploring my body.

"Oh. I like these." He says as he pulls out a pair of wide leg black trousers, they have an elastic band that will stretch over my bump so I know they'll be comfortable. "And I know the perfect top." He disappears off to the non-maternity part of my wardrobe and I quirk my eyebrow at him. I was struggling to fit my bump into his t-shirts nevermind my own. "This'll be cute, maybe with the black lacy vest underneath?" 

"Cute?" I smirk. 

"Okay. You'll look hot!" He stalks towards me with the oversized sheer black shirt. I know one thing for sure and that is that I'm not going to look anywhere near as hot as he does right now in that towel. Maybe it's okay if we are a little late? I reach out my arm and slip the white fluffy fabric off his body. "See something you like?" He smirks when it hits the floor and I don't bother to speak before crashing my body into his. 

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"Jess?" Jules yells as soon as we walk into the private dining area of the busy restaurant. "Oh, my God! You look great." My wife is pulled from my side and into the spare seat between James and his wife. I say hello to everyone before I sit myself down in the seat between Jeffrey and my friends, the other option will put me beside River and to be quite honest, I'd rather stay away from her. 

"So, you guys excited about the show tomorrow?" James asks. 

"Yeah. Nervous though." River nods. She is gonna be the musical guest on James' new talk show and I am gonna be making a surprise appearance in one of the sketches. 

"You'll be fine." Jeffrey encourages and I nod in agreement, everyone who works on the show is lovely, they'll take care of her. 

"Hey, why won't your wife agree to come on my show?" 

"Why are you asking me?" I shrug. 

"I don't trust you, James. You'll have me eating somebody's testicles or something!" Jess frowns at him and James cracks into laughter. 

"Bulls testicles, Jess. I don't just wander around LA looking for volunteers." He laughs some more and I can't help but join him. 

"You know what I meant." She giggles as she nudges his side. "Anyway, switch with me so I can sit next to H?" 

"Nah. He loves me, the most." 

"That's fine. I'll just head home with Jules then." She grins as his head whips towards her. 

Her hand makes it's home on my thigh once they've switched places and I instantly feel more relaxed. 

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I stop in the corridor when I hear crying coming from the dressing room, I slowly push open the door and peek inside. "River? Are you okay?" 

"Just leave me alone!" She yells through her tears and I edge further into the room. 

"Are you nervous? It's perfectly normal. Harry gets nervous too. Do you want me to get Jeffrey?" I sit down on the sofa beside her and place my hand on her back, my eyes flick to the computer screen and I frown at the article she's been reading. It's an article comparing me to her, well comparing our outfits, and it doesn't look to be very complimentary. 

"What the hell is with you? Why are you always trying to make me look bad?" She yells. 

"Oh, love. I'm not trying to make you look bad. I promise." I rub small circles on her back. "And honestly, the crap they write in these articles is so not worth your time." 

"That's easy for you to say, they fucking love you." 

"Oh, trust me there are plenty of people out there who don't like me, my inbox is full of them. And plenty people dislike my style. Somebody told me I look like a groupie and that I shouldn't wear my husbands merch. My outfits have been called slutty and frumpy and everything in between. So as long as I feel good I don't care, I stopped reading articles about me a long time ago." I smile as her sobbing quietens down. 

"Does Harry like your outfits?" 

"Yeah, he helps me pick them out sometimes, like last night. He picked that out." My eyes flick back to the picture of me on the screen and I make a mental note to thank him, I looked good. 

"Oh cool. I feel better now. You can go." She suddenly sits up and begins ushering me out of the room.

"Oh. Uhm. Okay? You know you can talk to me whenever you might need to, yeah?" 

"Yeah, thanks." She mumbles and closes the door behind me. I stand there blinking at the door for a few seconds but that was progress, right? I think that might be the longest we'd ever spoken to each other. I feel sorry for the girl, it can't be easy for her.

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"Hey, H?" Rivers voice permeates my headphones and the fact that she called me H makes my skin crawl. Jess calls me H, it's become her little pet name for me, she said she likes it because it's short for Harry and Husband and my heart races whenever it leaves her lips. 

"Call me, Harry. Please?" I add and I almost fall off my chair when I spin to face her. The outfit she has on is almost identical to the one my wife was wearing to dinner last night except River seems to only be wearing a bra underneath the see through shirt. It looks tacky and is just plain weird. Why is she dressing like my wife? 

"There you are, River! Why aren't you wearing your outfit? You're due on in a few minutes." Jeffrey sighs as he wanders up to us. 

"I'm ready. Change of plan. I'm wearing this." She grins. 

"Fine." Jeffrey rolls his eyes and as River walks over to the stage to get ready I can't help but scowl at him. 

"What the fuck, man?" 

"What's wrong? Are you worried Alessandro will be pissed that she didn't wear his outfit?" Jeffrey's eyebrows knit together. 

"No. I'm wondering why you let her go out there dressed in what might as well be Jessi's outfit from last night? It's creepy, Jeffrey." 

"Is it?" I watch as he looks at her outfit more closely. "Fuck! It is, isn't it? The press will crucify her for this." He starts to walk towards her but it's too late, James is already introducing her. "Jesus, Harry! Why did she think this was a good idea?" 

"How should I know? I don't understand why she does half the things she does." I sigh. I hope he's wrong about the press crucifying her though because I've been there and it's not nice. Not nice at all.