"Please, baby?" 

His breath feels silky soft against the bare skin of my neck and when he places a soft kiss to that special spot just below my ear I feel my body mould itself to his. I crave him like a flower craves water but I drag my right hand from curling around his shoulder and press it flat against his chest.

"H?"

"Fuck, I forgot how good you taste!" His tongue darts out to lick over the spot he'd just kissed and I force my moan back down my throat. I move my left hand to his chest and push him away from me. 

"Stop it!" My voice is far from forceful and when I feel a tear roll down my cheek, I turn away from him. 

"Jessi? C'mere!" His arms wrap around me and the twins but I wriggle myself free. "Jess?" The confusion in his voice irritates me. Who the hell does he think he is? What makes him think he can just swan in here, fuck me and everything will be all sunshine and roses again? 

I swipe away a few more tears that have fallen as various options of what I should say play in my head. "I guess it's nice to know that your dicks need to be buried somewhere warm can still draw you out of that damn studio." 

Harry's arms drop from around my body and I feel a new set of tears build so I move towards the kettle and flick the switch while I prepare two mugs. I don't even particularly like tea I just need something to distract me from my feelings. 

"I didn't come home to argue with you-" 

"No, I know. You made it plainly obvious why you came home." My voice sounds loud and unsteady compared to his calm one and even that irks me. I wish he'd just do something, anything to show me he actually cares. 

"Yeah. Okay. I probably deserve that but -" I can hear his feet plod against the floor behind me, "since when is the fact that you turn me into a horny teenage boy news to you?" His hands tentatively grip my shoulders. "I'm sorry." His thumbs stretch to press between my shoulder blades, the exact spot where I tend to carry my tension and the fact that he knows this reminds me how lucky I am to have him. 

"Tell me what you need from me, baby," his lips press to the top of my head, "how do we make this work? Because I can't do it without you, I need your love and support." 

"I need you to make time for the kids, Harry. I signed up for this, they didn't." I turn to face him and today is one of those days where he seems especially tall, maybe that's just me feeling small for giving him such a hard time. "I don't think you realise how much you hurt Mac when you told him you couldn't go to his game, I know he says he's fine, but he's not. And as for Madison, she literally thinks you've abandoned her. Robin and Daniella miss you too even although they try to hide it, the only music I'm allowed to play in the car is yours and Daniella has changed the song for her freestyle dance piece to Golden." 

The smile that creeps over his features at the news makes me smile too. "And I need you to talk to me, Harry. If something happens which means you will be in rehearsals for another few days, then you need to discuss it with me. Apart from that I'm good, I can deal with it." 

He quirks his eyebrow at me and I let out a quiet chuckle, "I didn't promise I would handle it well!" I hold my hands up in surrender and he raises his own hands and presses them against mine before linking our fingers. His gaze looks above my head as he mulls over everything I've said. 

"I did mean to talk to you about the delay, I promise, I just... I don't know, I fucked up and ended up telling the girls first. I fucked up a lot of things." 

I open my mouth to speak but he detangles his right hand and presses it to my cheek. 

"What time is Mac's game? I can force myself to take a lunch break, I might even bring the guys with me, I know they'd probably love to cheer on our son too." 

"Three. Don't promise him unless you can keep it, H."

 "I'll be there, Jess. I swear. And for the rest of the time how about every second day I stick around for breakfast and take the kids to school like normal and on the opposite days I get home for bedtime, I can make that work. Do you think that'll be okay for the kids? Is it good for you?" His words make me want to burst into tears again. This is my husband. This is the man I have been missing. 

"Yes. It sounds perfect." I turn my head to place a kiss to his palm which is still cupping my cheek. 

"I love you," we both say at the same time which makes us both snicker. 

"Mean it. Everything turns to shit without you." He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. 

"So..." he draws out. "Tell me about this book, why is it giving you so much trouble?" He asks as he moves himself between me and the kitchen counter. He picks up the kettle before sitting it back down again. "Do you actually want tea?" He glances over his shoulder and I shake my head. I watch him as he moves to the fridge before he disappears behind the door. 

"Iced coffee?" He grins as he pokes his head out the door, a jug of cold brewed coffee in his hands. "Or have you had your daily caffeine fix already?" His eyebrows narrow as he stares at me. 

"Coffee would be nice, thanks." My heart thumps happily in my chest as he switches out the mugs for the iced coffee glasses which he fills with ice.

"So, the book?" he probes again as he pours over the cold coffee. 

"I don't even know where to start. I have to write an introduction, well I don't have to. Sara will tell me to do whatever the hell I like but it seems arrogant to assume that people picking up my book will know who I am."

"Hmm..." he hums as he picks up the glasses and walks towards the living room. 

"So what do I say? I mean if I mention you people will accuse me of using you to sell my book, if I don't I'll get grief from some of your fans. Being a woman, a wife, a mother it's a big part of who I am, obviously it influences my work and I mean you are literally one of my clients so it would feel weird to ignore it. Am I making sense?" I pull my lip between my teeth to stop myself from rambling on and it's only then that I realise my husband has already sat down on the sofa, our drinks are sitting on the coffee table. 

I feel his fingers brush against mine and that's where my gaze drifts, watching as our hands link effortlessly. His free hand grips my hip and pulls me towards him until my body falls into the space beside him and burrows into his side. "Hey, what did this lip ever do to you?" he says while he pulls the skin free of my teeth. 

"It told Sara I'd publish this bloody book," I smile softly. 

"That's better," his thumb brushes over the curve of my mouth and I grin wider, "now, what you said made perfect sense but why are you stressing? Just write what's in here, baby." His hand drops to my chest, and presses against my thumping heart beat. "If you speak from the heart nobody else can touch it and whether or not you write an intro, or mention me and the kids, or whether you write the book at all, I'll still be immensely proud of you." He presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss before hooking my legs over his thigh and hugging me to his chest. 

"I've missed this. Missed you," I speak into his warm body as I breathe him in, my arms hug him tightly as if he might disappear if I let go even a little. 

"Me too. Only just realising how much." He says as he presses three quick kisses to the top of my head. His body shifts beneath mine and I feel myself stiffen. 

"Do you need to get back to work?" I hold my breath as I wait for his answer. 

"I should but the problems will still be there tomorrow," his sigh is loud and deep and I try to hold him a little tighter. 

"Anything I can help with?"

"Not unless you can build me the lighting rig I ordered without it potentially crushing somebody? The company Jeff and I hired have changed their mind and are saying it's not possible to build, even although they approved the designs months ago and said it would be fine. The lawyers are looking into it because we're now out a tonne of money and have no rig. It's a mess." His fingers make their way to my hair while he's talking and as he runs them gently through it I feel so relaxed, I'm sure I might float away like a cloud. 

"Oh, wait I - ow!" I yelp. His fingers pull on my hair as I suddenly sit up straight. 

"Oops. I'm sorry, baby. Where you going? What's wrong?" My husband's eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

"Nothing. Nowhere. But I think I can help." I can't stop smiling and run my thumbs over his brows to try to get him to relax. 

"Been taking construction classes when I've not been looking?" He chuckles before his face turns serious again, "shit! Jess, you really could have been doing that this past week and I wouldn't have had a clue." 

"Oh, behave. Do you think I'd do anything like that without telling you?" 

"That wasn't really my point. I mean, I've not been here -" 

"Okay, stop! You're forgiven." I cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss his pouty lips softly. 

"You sure? I think I need more convincing." His smirk makes my insides flip but I pull back from him as he chases more kisses. "Where are you goin'?" His smirk widens as I fall back against the sofa. 

"Nowhere." I giggle before swallowing it down when he's suddenly towering over me, his hands either side of my body. His curls fall over his forehead and I can't help but admire how handsome he looks. The intense stare of his green eyes makes me feel naked and I swallow another lump in my throat. I squirm around beneath him but my legs are trapped between his and as he pokes his tongue out to lick his soft pink lips, I let out a whimper. 

"You really are the prettiest thing I've ever seen." His lips curve into a wide grin, complete with dimples and I honestly feel like my heart might burst free from my chest. The heat I can feel in my cheeks makes me turn my head to hide in the cushions but Harry is having none of it, his hand caresses my cheek and tilts my head back to face him. His gorgeous face is now only millimeters from mine, his back curved awkwardly so he doesn't squish the twins. I can feel his breath, and it makes my lips tingle. 

"I love you so fucking much," his voice rumbles. The sound makes a damp patch form in my pants and when he finally seals his lips to mine, it isn't an exaggeration to say my heart bursts into song, dancing to its own merry rhythm. My left hand grips onto his shoulder for dear life and my right hand teases the curls at the back of his neck while my tongue waits impatiently to be granted entry into his delicious mouth. 

Once he finally relents, I don't hesitate, my tongue brushing along his in its eagerness to explore every inch. A hum vibrates between us and as his hips slide between mine I let out a moan so loud it makes me freeze until I remember the kids aren't here. 

"Harry?!" I practically yell as he pulls his lips from mine and then when he stands up I feel like I might burst into tears again. "Harry, where are you going?" 

"What's with the panic? Where do you think I'm gonna go?" He laughs and holds out his hand towards me. 

"I don't know - I just - I need you." The desperation in my voice makes me blush. 

His fingers wrap around my wrist, "trust me, I need you just as bad..." he groans as he presses my hand into his rock hard dick. "Let's go upstairs?" His fingers wrap around my other wrist and he helps me not so elegantly get up off the sofa. 

"H! Slow down! I can't move as fast as you," I whine. My left arm curves around my bump as he pulls me behind him like a man possessed. 

"Sorry, baby," He says, but he doesn't sound the least bit apologetic. He slows down a little though, and he grabs my hip to pull me closer. I hug myself to the side of his body and smile to myself as he slides his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and squeezes my arse. 

As we reach the top of the stairs, we are a tangle of hands and limbs, mouths eagerly nipping whichever flesh they can reach between syrupy sweet kisses. Our bedroom is only a few feet away, but it feels like there's an entire continent between it and us. 

Goose pimples prickle over my entire body as his large hands slip under my shirt, caressing my bump as he wrestles with the elastic waistband of my maternity jeans. "I can't believe how big the twins have gotten," he coos. "You look amazing. So beautiful and so fucking sexy -" He stops abruptly as we stumble into the bedroom, my feet tripping over his which makes us both giggle. 

"Mmm... you too. I can't stop thinking about feeling this," I move my fingers to the facial hair which has settled onto his pretty face, "between my thighs," I smirk. It's normal for him to let it grow while he's busy in the studio, sometimes I like it and sometimes I don't. 

"Where?" He bites his lip to stop the smirk taking over his face. 

Before he can retake control, I grab his wrist with both my hands and drag his fingers up my thigh. "Here," I whisper, "but mostly here." I slide my fingers over his and press them to the apex of my legs. 

"Here?" He grins, dragging his middle finger along the seam of my jeans and I grip his wrist tighter as I worry my legs might give out. 

"Fuck! Yes!" I moan as he repeats his movements.

"Okay. Sit!" He commands as he backs me up towards the bed. I watch in confusion as he pulls a punny photography t-shirt, that I'd given him, over his head and throws it on the floor before rushing towards the bedroom door. He kicks it closed and twists the lock. 

"H? What are you doing? There's nobody here." I giggle while copying him and pulling off my own shirt. 

"You say that - you know I love Madi to death but I swear if that girl interrupts me while I'm balls deep in you one more time... I'm gonna sell her to the highest bidder." His smile gives away that he's not really mad at her. 

"Well, to be honest if she made it all the way home from daycare on her own I'd be kind of impressed and also terrified," I giggle as he works my jeans down my thighs.

"Beautiful," he mumbles quietly once I'm finally free from their confines. He spoke the compliment so quietly I wonder if he meant to say it out loud. "I believe I told you to sit," he says. His hands grip my shoulders as he pushes me down so I'm perched on the edge of the bed. 

"And when have I ever done what I've been told?" 

"Shut up and kiss me." He rolls his eyes while cupping my cheek in his hand and bringing his mouth to a stop, millimeters from mine. I can feel his breath tickle and I press my lips to his, unable to help myself. Our tongues glide slowly together which forces a moan across my lips and the damp patch in my underwear to grow wetter. The tips of his fingers tickle as they meander from my cheek, down my neck, along my collarbone, taking a second to trace my scar before finally coming to rest on my boob. His hand cups me perfectly with just the right amount of pressure to send another moan from my mouth. His thumb teases my beaded nipple through the silky material of my bra and my hands try in vain to pull him closer. 

"Patience, baby," he whispers as he pulls his lips from mine, "Lie back for me, yeah?" He lowers me down onto the bed like I'm a delicate flower and the feeling makes me all warm inside. 

"H..." I whine as he stands up straight. My hands reach for him like a needy child. I want him so badly it hurts. 

"I'm here. Not going anywhere," his voice is smooth as honey. He rests his hand on my bump as he nudges my legs further apart. "Wouldn't want to be anywhere else." 

My hand lunges for his, and I relax as he links his ringed fingers with mine. My eyes stay glued on his as he kneels at the foot of the bed and as he disappears behind the twins, I can't help but pout. "You smell so fucking sweet." His words are accompanied by a long inhale of breath and it makes me shudder. He wiggles the tip of his tongue against my clit before flattening it and taking one long swipe. "Taste even sweeter." He moans as his name tumbles from my mouth repeatedly. 

My hand clamps around his even tighter as his tongue works its magic and I strain my neck to try to get a glimpse of him but apart from the occasional curl I see nothing. 

"You okay, baby?"

My hand squeezes tighter still, hoping he understands what I'm trying to convey. It feels so good I'm unable to speak and when he pinches my clit between his teeth I moan like some sort of wounded animal and my head falls to the side. My eyes widen and the building knot in my stomach tightens as I spot the view in the floor-length mirror behind him. He's still wearing his black trousers and his peachy little bum rests on his bare feet. My gaze glides up the smooth, tanned expanse of his back, his muscles flexing gently due to his current activity. His left hand is clamped tightly to my thigh and his mop of brown curls is nestled comfortably between my legs as he eats me out like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. 

The sight has me teetering on the edge of nirvana and I wish I had my camera so I could immortalise this moment forever. His nose bumps against my clit in his eagerness to get closer and I feel myself tumble into sheer bliss. My body arches off the bed and my eyes roll back as I try to get my bearings. 

"I'm here. You're okay." His thumb brushes over mine, and I slowly come back to him. Quite literally to him as he's right there when I open my eyes. "There's my woman," he grins proudly as if his facial hair isn't sopping wet and an absolute mess from my orgasm. 

"Shut up and kiss me!" I steal his words from earlier and smirk to myself as he does what I ask. I get lost in the taste of me on his tongue and my nether region tingles as I think about adding his unique flavour into the mix.