The prince came home after another long day of meetings. Since it had almost been 20 years since his mother's passed, he couldn't help but reminisce. Things had been busy these past months, he knew that was going to happen but he was determined to not let his relationship suffer underneath it all. He was a little scared that Evee would notice his absence and she would take that to the heart. Definitely now that weren't married yet. He still had a fear that she would run off before it actually happened.

Stepping into Nottingham Cottage, he pushed off his own shoes, letting the floral scent fill his nose. This place had always felt like home but there was always something missing, someone to come home to. He couldn't help but smile when he walked through the hallways and heard her voice. He could hear the shower running. She was singing.

See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough, see a bird soaring high above the flood. It's in your blood, It's in your blooood

He tried holding back laughter at her cat voice, screeching through the house. Evee definitely didn't think he'd be home already. Silently opening the bedroom door, he could see the steam coming from underneath the bathroom door. He sat himself on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes for a minute as he couldn't help but listen the hear deafening, but still somehow calming voice.

Underneath the storm an umbrella is saying. Sitting with the poison takes away the pain. Up and up, Up and up. We're gonna get it, get it together. I know we're gonna get it, get it together somehow. We're gonna get it, get it together and flower. Oooohhh.

God, he was such a creep.

He managed to come back to earth when he heard the shower stop. Opening his eyes, ignoring her humming, he wanted to leave the room to give her some space. He was about to when she opened the bathroom door in nothing but a white towel. Her pink skin and damp hair causing the water droplets cascade down to her collar bone into the valley of her breasts, he couldn't help but let his eyes wonder. "You're home." The blonde grinned, "I didn't think you'd be home already."

"I tried getting off early, I know I've been busy."

She slowly nodded her head, watching how his blue eyes took her in for a moment. "I understand."

"Did you have a nice shower?" He couldn't help but grin at her flushed cheeks. Harry knew that she knew that he'd been listening to her singing to Coldplay.

"It would've been better if you were there to join me, but apparently you like to listen to my live performance. " He watched her walking back towards the bathroom, finally stepping out with a bottle of body lotion.

"It was very amusing." Evee narrowed her eyes at him and instead of picking out clothes, she dropped the towel from her body, letting it fall right on the wooden floor. She smirked when she saw Harry's eyes following every curve of her body.

She ignored his obvious stare. With a large clip, she twisted her long, wet hair up, pinning it to her head to give her more access to rub the moisturize on her skin. She could feel Harry's stare from behind her, "How were the meetings?" She gently asked, holding back a grin, knowing all too well that she was pushing his buttons.

"Th-The meetings? Right. Fine. Normal." He mumbled, he watched as her slender fingers glided over her neck and shoulders. He winced a little as her scent and small glimpses of her body had sent all of his blood rushing down. He reached down to adjust himself a little, trying to cover up his own slight groan.

Evee turned around, ignoring his entire presence and pushed her leg upon the edge of the mattress, just barely two feet away from him. From this angle, he was blind to some of her lovely attributes but her breasts were on full view. He watched as she slowly rubbed the lotion on her left leg. "Maybe you should go take a cold shower. I can see you from here." She spoke, lifting one eyebrow at him and eyeing the bulge in his pants.

"I don't need a cold shower." His eyes sparked up towards her, his hand wrapping itself around her wrist, bringing her right in front of him. She tried holding back a smile when his soft hands roamed on her ribcage, right underneath her breasts.

He finally pulled her towards him, pressing his lips towards hers. Gentle, but solid despite the constant hunger in his chest for her. Harry could feel her bending forward, slightly pushing him backwards on the bed until his back fully rested on top of the mattress. Evee didn't waste any time either, she knew what she was doing from the moment she stepped into that bedroom and saw him smirking at her.

Throwing each of her bare legs on either side of his waist, she watched how he pulled his chest up again, placing kisses in between her bare breasts. She reached for his shirt, slowly pushing open every button on there and threw it over his head. Bringing her lips towards his neck, she devoured the familiar skin, placing light kisses down south, finally stopping to brush her lips over a nipple.

His hands roamed her backside, his fingertips slightly brushing her skin, feeling the goosebumps underneath. "Think you could shed those pants for me?" She mumbled, placing her lips against his once again.

She watched him nod his head, lost for words. Lifting her legs, she helped him take everything off and join her in full openness. His eyes roamed her body once again when she gracefully pushed him back on his back, straddling him once again. "I've missed you today." She mumbled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Unable to move himself, afraid he would lose control, Harry watched the woman on top of him. The way her breasts curved on top of her body, the way she unplugged the clip in her wet hair, letting it fall across her back, the little stripe of hair in between her legs, her flat stomach and on top of that, the way the shining engagement ring was the only thing she was still wearing. But best of all, her sweet smile and loving eyes looking down on him.

He watched as she raised her knees before slowly sinking down on him until she was completely seated on him. He didn't take his eyes off of her for one second, watching how she threw her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little more. She hissed when they finally made contact and he couldn't help but moan at her heat. His palms had covered her thighs, silently pleading to move.

She moved forward but it was already too much. Leaning back to put her hands on top of his thighs, she stimulated up and down once again. She wanted to go slow and steady but Harry's patience was running out. He moved himself up, chest to chest and burying his face in her breasts. Taking one pink nipple in his mouth, he bucked his hips roughly. Evee couldn't help but whimper, digging her hands through his hair. She rose and fell, impaling himself on her repeatedly and moaning with each new angle. She could feel herself clamping up already, throwing her head back. "God, don't stop."

He dragged his head back from one nipple to another, placing open kisses on her chest. It would never be enough. He would never get enough of her. When he adjust his angle to hit one particular sweet spot, she cried out loudly and ached her back, carving her own nails into his shoulders. Evee was absolutely certain she would stop breathing anytime soon unless she was released from it all.

When he finally brought down one hand down her core and stimulated simultaneously, she finally felt the familiar waves crashing through her. Like the sea on a windy day. Feeling her walls clench around him, his hands tightened around her waist, digging forcedly into her skin, trying to hold her still. He tried to still underneath her, hissing as he reached his own climax.

They rested in the aftermath, still both trying to catch their breath and ignore the sweat on their foreheads. She watched as he threw his upperbody upon the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "That was..." Harry spoke, closing his eyes.

"Exquisite? Hot?" She grinned, looking down on him.

"Perfect." He smiled up at her, opening his blue eyes. She gave him an adoring smile and leaned forward to press her lips against his in a sweet, innocent gesture. "I picked a wedding dress designer."

"Really?" Harry questioned, raising himself on his elbows.

"A young woman, small business. Her name's Lily Dujardin. She's really talented. Absolutely adored her dresses." The blonde leaned forward, pressing her own chest against his and wrapping her arms around his waist. They were still connected but Evee liked it that way.

She smiled when she felt him wrap his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. "I bet Anna's happy that you picked one."

"She was a little disappointed that I didn't pick any big names, but she already made an appointment with the woman. I'm meeting her on Thursday." Evee spoke, remembering how Anna stared at her with unbelieve after she heard the blonde's choice. "How's the memorial concert going? Any big names yet?"

"Well, you'll be glad to hear that Coldplay wants to perform and we're looking to catch the Arctic Monkeys as well." He smirked, knowing fully well how big of a fan she was.

"Alex Turner?!" She immediately sat up, looking at him with big eyes.

He couldn't help but laugh, "You won't leave me for him if you meet him, right?"

"I wouldn't leave you for anybody. You're not getting rid of me so easily." She grinned, placing another kiss on his beard and smiling when he beamed up at her.

"Good." He replied, wrapping his fingers through hers.

"I've been thinking." Evee mumbled, not sure how to start the conversation. She watched how he raised her eyebrows at her, encouraging her to just spill it. "About charities. I've been having some ideas in my mind."

"Tell me." Harry wanted to hear about it. 

"I want to start a charity for sick children in between 3 and 18. To make their dreams come true one last time. To give them some distraction of the hospital and let them have some fun. Every child is unique so it would be difficult to make that happen but I just have this idea that it should be possible, maybe they can have their parents send in some wishes through internet and then we  can get together and see how we can make that happen, I just th-"

"I think it's an amazing idea, Eveline." It was the first time she heard him call him Eveline since the proposal. "You could co-operate with hospitals. You could start some fundraisers. They can start a website so the parents can apply and send in their child's wishes. It would be based on volunteers and support."

"You think it's a good idea?" She grinned.

"It's an amazing idea. You should go to Oliver with this as soon as possible. I think you'll be able to make a lot of children happy."

She bit her lip, trying to hold back some excitement. Evee was finally giving something back, she would start a charity. She would be the patron. She always felt like she was put on this earth to make children smile, even as a nurse. But this was bigger, she would be able to make thousands of children happy. Trying not to cry, she nodded her head. "That's the purpose, right, making the kids happy."

"You'll be brilliant." He smiled at her. "I'll be a proud husband. Have you thought of a name?"

"I've had the name HeartChild on my mind lately."

"I like the sound of that." He mumbled, wrapping his hand around her neck once again and bringing her lips onto his. "HeartChild"