Half A Heart

~ Capri's POV ~

"Come here, you." Harry said as he reached for my hand. Rain had fallen, crushing our plans for the day. Flames licked up, glowed and danced from the fireplace in the corner of the small family room in the suite, keeping out the chill that had taken hold outside. Harry was lying across the couch, and he tugged me down to him. I giggled as I crashed against his firm chest. He wrapped me in the security of his arms, and I snuggled into his warmth.

Gently he kissed the top of my head. His smile was in contained as he nudged me up and kissed my nose. "You're on your feet too much," he scolded in the sweetest way. "You amaze me. Do you know that?" Affection vibrated though my being.

It was he who amazed me. I have never felt more adored, more cherished, more loved.

Nonstop, Harry had taken care of me the last few months that we have been together again. They'd been rough. My sickness from the child growing inside of me has gradually gotten worse over the weeks, but this last week it finally got to me. It wasn't normal. At all. But I'm sure as hell not telling Harry.

Settling closer to him, I slipped between his side and the back of the couch. I rested my head in the crook of his shoulder. A contented sigh worked it's way from me, and Harry hugged me a little tighter. "How are you feeling, now?" He murmured against my forehead, making sure I wasn't still nauseous or vomiting. My body's different this time...oddly, I have been more sick than usual.

"Good," I answered in all honesty. Well maybe not completely honest, because I didn't think the swirl of nausea will go away completely. I was just so happy, that I hadn't felt the slightest bit of worry since last night.

My fingers played along the collar of his white t-shirt before I brushed them up his neck and through the smallest bit of stubble coating the sharp angle of his jaw. Touching him sent tingles rippling in the slowest wave, covering every inch of my body. I bit at my lip to hide my affected grin. "I'm so glad you're starting to feel a little better. It was killing me seeing you so miserable this morning." I met his gaze.

"It isn't completely gone...but this past week it has been sucking the energy out of me."

"Mmm..." His chest rumbled with the sexy sound, and the arm wrapped around my waist tightened it's hold. "You better save that energy, miss." He raised a teasing, suggestive brow.

I laughed. "Oh, I'd better, huh?"

"Mmmhmm. You won't be getting any sleep anytime soon as long as you're here with me." Deep, penetrating bliss slipped through my veins, and this time, there was no concealing the smile that lit up my mouth. Even with my expanding waist, Harry made me feel like I was the most desirable woman in the world. Like I was the center of his.

I no longer had any reservations believing it.

For the longest time we just lay there, wrapped up in each other. Harry ran his fingers through the length of my hair as I rested my head on his shoulder. Shadows danced and played across the ceiling, silhouettes twisting into unfathomable images that I only saw in my mind, flickers of imagined innuendo, like glimpse into our future, the two of us seemed to get lost in it. Heat radiated from his skin, blanketing me, keeping me warm.

I'd be happy to stay in this spot forever. Harry shifted farther to his side and laid me down on my back. His large hand came to rest on the tiny protuberance jutting put just below my belly button, his expression suddenly brimming with intensity.

"What is it?" I whispered. His throat jolted as he swallowed deeply. "I'm scared. So scared, Capri. It scares me that I don't really know how to be a father...You did most of the raising with Darcy and-" I cut him off.

"Harry, no. You don't see in yourself what I see in you. Every time you look at our daughter, your devotion is clear. There is no question of it. You're Darcy's hero, Harry. And this baby?" My hand travelled down to cover Harry's where it was splayed wide across my stomach, "You've adored this child since the moment you found out you were the father." He spent hours murmuring to the baby with his mouth pressed to my stomach. "Do you really think there's any possibility this child won't know how much you love him or her?" Green eyes flashed the deepest emotion, he gripped me.

"I love this baby so much. I love my Darcy so much." He dipped down and brushed his lips to mine, "I love my Capri so much." I tilted my chin up to study him, tracing the sharp lines and angles of his face with my eyes. God, this man was beautiful. Breathtaking. Inside and out.

Green eyes blinked back at me, acute in their concern. It was so clear that Harry loved his children more than imaginable.

"What do you want to do?"

Caught off guard by his abrupt shift in tone, I frowned. "What do you mean?" Harry tightened his hold, his grip like a vise as he locked himself to me.

Intense. Almost demanding. "I want to know what you want to do with your life. Do you want to stay home with the kids, or do you want to go to school...?" A harsh breath escaped him. "I can't stop thinking about all the plans you had for yourself. We would stay up late talking about when we first met...I want to be there to watch your dreams come true." A wistful smile flitted the edges of my mouth as I thought of those days...those dreams.

"Do you want to know what I really want?" I asked.

He cupped my cheek. "Anything, Capri...anything you want, I want to give it to you." A tremor of apprehension rolled through me. Not because of my decision. I wanted this. But some days it was still difficult to grasp that I didn't ever have to do it by myself.

"I want to stay home. I want to be home when Darcy comes back from daycare, and eventually school. I don't want to have to have to the baby go to daycare so young either...I know I once told you that I wanted to start working, but now I just..." I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and slowly shook my head. "I want to to be home to take care of my family, and if there's a way I can do that, then that's truly what I want from my life."

I stared up at him hovering over me. Something that looked like respect shone down, his eyes shimmering with it. He took my face in his hands. "Capri, I will support you in whatever you want. If you want to stay home or go back to school, I will be here for you. But I can't think of anything better than knowing you are home with our kids." Emotion thickened in his throat, this man understood me better than anyone.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He deepened it, and I opened to him, welcomed the heat of his tongue as he swept it across mine. Instantly, fire scorched through me. Harry shifted, never breaking our kiss, and nudged my knees apart with one of his own. He gently settled himself between my thighs. He urgently clutched the side of my face, his fingers trailing along my jaw, dipping into my hair, and running down my neck as he kissed me. I sighed into his mouth and let my fingers work into the rigid muscles of his back as he drowned me in the upsurge of his passion. He was gentle, so gentle, as if I might break, my fragile body safe in the security of his arms.

Harry groaned as he pulled back, his mouth at my jaw, nipping at my chin. "Do you remember the first time I made love to you?" Rough, ragged words dropped from his mouth, his muscles ticking, twitching, begging for my touch. Harry grew hard and thick between us. The heavy weight of him rubbed against my belly. No question the man needed this.

"Yes." I mumbled, yanking his shirt over his head, my hands finding the bare skin of his back and I flattened them against the sinewy muscle that rippled and twisted, jerking beneath my exploration.
"I got you pregnant with Darcy." I trembled in anticipation. He intensified his kiss, forcing my surrender. His tongue played against mine. Desire pierced me when he sank his teeth into my lower lip. A deep moan filled the silence of the small room, a sound I didn't recognize as it rolled from my tongue.

This man was everything. Beauty, light, my rock, the other piece of my soul. He was so incredibly beautiful. Sexy in every way. The fire in his green eyes and strength of his body were something I would never get enough of. I would never get my fill. He was my all.

"Shh..." He murmured, kissing me more as our clothes were being discarded to the floor quickly. For one second he glanced to the door that joined our hotel room with Zayn and Louis', then he looked back on me with a cocky grin lifting one side of his mouth.

"You need to be quiet because I'm going to take you right here, Capri. The boys are all in there right now." His voice came low as he uttered the command close to my lips.

"Please," was all I could manage. He smirked against my mouth.

"Are you anxious, Capri?" He murmured, the question dripping from him as the slowest seduction. I nodded my head. He had no idea. He kissed me until I was breathless, until I was panting and my heart was pounding, knocking at my ribs.

Harry stood, pulling his boxers down his legs, revealing every inch if this man's perfection. The lust that curled in my stomach sank, pooled as it throbbed between my legs. Pulling the soft fleece blanket from the back of the hotel couch, he flung it out and wrapped it around his shoulders. He slid back over me and completely draped us with it, the light fabric concealing us in it's cover.

"I love you, Capri." He whispered with his attention locked on mine. In the same second, he tightened his grip on the outside of my thigh. His erection slipped along my center, teasing, taunting, tempting. "I love you more than you will ever know," he said again as he tormented me, skimming his length along my folds. Desire pulsed, coiled in my stomach and shook my legs. I whimpered, arching my back as I crushed my chest to his.

"I love you, Harry. Always. There is nothing that could make me stop loving you. Nothing that could make me stop needing you,you are my start and you are my finish, the one who's going to be there for everything in between." The words came as a solemn oath, my commitment to him.

Harry was my forever.

A pained smile edged his mouth as he held himself in restraint. Heat sweltered between us, a fever of need building to a boil within the confines of the blanket, our bodies seeking, hunting for the other. He clenched his jaw as his tip pressed into me. "Fuck." He groaned, gritting his teeth. I lifted my hips, taking more of him, but not enough. My fingertips dug into his shoulders, biting into his skin, imploring.

He drew back, retracting as he rocked into me with one solid thrust. My mouth dropped open with the overload of sensation. It was something I would never get used to, the way Harry felt when he filled me. As if I were complete. Whole. I would always want more. Harry pulled back and filled me again, decisive firm, though still cautious of the child, a deliberate caution with each roll of his hips.

I wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in his chest as he worked and strained over me, and I completely let go. Our bodies danced, the fire crawling up the walls, wrapping us tight in a warm embrace.

Comfort surged, spun with the knot steadily building in my core. Even though I could tell he was trying to hold them in, harsh grunts kept rising and escaping his mouth. His heart thundered and marched with the frantic beat of mine. He smiled. That smile that was only meant for me.

We were one.

There was no greater joy than this. No greater joy than being in his arms. The life that I had been longing for through my dad's torture had been found in the devotion of this man, a connection that could never be severed.

"You are my life," He murmured, his eyes unwavering as they watched down on me, grabbed my left hand as he delivered another thrust into my depths. A gasp parted my lips. He brought my hand between us as he kissed the engagement ring I proudly wore on my finger.

I stared up at the man who possessed my heart, the one who owned my spirit, and whispered, "and I'm going to give you mine."

~ Harry's POV ~

Capri was on her knees on the bathroom floor. For what had to be the tenth time in the last thirty minutes, she vomited. Her entire body trembled and shook as she purged the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She squeezed her eyes shut, her back arching as she lifted up higher on her knees and gasped for breath.

I swept back the hair matted to her forehead, lifted it from her neck that was drenched with sweat. God, this was complete torture. I didn't think I'd felt so hopeless in my life. All I wanted was to fix her, to make her better, to take it away.

I couldn't do a goddamned thing.

She gulped for air before she lurched forward and heaved again. This time, nothing came up. And a distinct whine fumbled from her mouth as her muscles clenched and strained, and she gripped the edge of the toilet as her body fought to expel something that just wasn't there.

With a heavy sigh, I placed a kiss to her temple. "Hold on a second." Harshly she nodded, and I climbed to my feet. Grabbing a washcloth from the linen closet, I ran it under cool water and wrung it out. My footsteps were subdued as I shuffled back to her. I knelt down beside her. "Here." I whispered, wishing to find anything that would soothe her, even in the slightest way.

She felt miserable, and it caused me physical pain to see it. That pain contorted my face with sympathy when I hooked my index finger under her chin and drew her face toward me.

I swept the cloth over the moisture gathered on her brow. Capri whimpered, and her eyes fell closed as she allowed me to take care of her. I dabbed the cloth gently at the chapped skin of her lips. "I hate that you're going through this." I murmured as I flipped the cloth around and ran it over the back of her neck.
For a moment she sagged, a moments reprieve, before another roll of nausea hit her. She pitched forward. She strained, every muscle in her body stretched thin, her stomach constricting as she gagged. Nothing came up except the agonized moan that tore from her throat. A stream of tears slicked down her face, cries she couldn't contain. I brushed bangs from her face and placed a supporting hand at the base of her neck. "Is there anything I can do?"

She swallowed hard. Her voice was all raspy, like maybe it was hard just to speak. "Just don't leave me."

A smile fluttered at my mouth, and my thumb caressed the soft skin of her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, baby." I was shocked by this sudden repeat of sickness. A few hours earlier she told me she was just fine right before I buried myself in her for time and time again. Honestly, it scared me...this has been happening all week while I've been away? This never happened with Darcy...I'm not even sure this is normal. It was reaching ten at night, and tomorrow is her last day here with me...I don't want her to leave. Not when she's like this.

She frowned. "Don't look at me like that."

I felt one form in return. "How am I looking at you?"

She almost smiled. "Like if I throw up one more time you might have a meltdown."

I chuckled lightly. "That obvious, huh?" This time, she managed a smile, and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

"It's not as bad as it had been this past week." She mumbled in what I could only assume was some kind of reassurance. It did nothing to lighten my concern. Capri's eyes went wide, and she jerked back to the toilet. Her knees dug into the floor as she held herself up. She strained and moaned and begged for so etching to give.

My heart hurt a little more. God, this was awful.

"Whoa! What'd you eat, girl?!" Niall exclaimed, joining us in the bathroom. Capri ignored his presence and I turned to the intruding blonde.

"Capri...are you okay?" Liam asked, well let's just make it a fucking party, shall we?

"Does she look okay? She's been throwing up all day." I murmured and the two boys frowned.

"You shouldn't have fucked her while she's pregnant." Louis adds, jumping up on the counter.

"She's been sick all week...she said it's normal." I said and Capri groaned, as a new wave of nausea hit her. Chilling sounds fell from her lips as she dry heaved into the toilet.

"Ew." Niall mumbled and I glared at him.

"Leave," I demanded and Niall rolled his eyes playfully before hopping down from the counter.

"Feel better, Caps." Niall wished her before exiting the bathroom. I looked to Liam, his eyes were everywhere, curious, concerned. Louis stepped out behind Niall and I sighed.

"Can I talk to you really quick?" He asked nervously and I shifted my gaze to Capri.

"Here, I'll get you some water and crackers okay? You'll be okay for a minute?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She assured, with a light smile. Nodding, I turned and rushed out of the room behind Liam.

"What's up?" I asked, while filling a glass with water from the hotel sink.

"This isn't normal, Harry. She shouldn't be this sick." His voice was hard, worried as he spoke to me. I pulled out a sleeve of crackers I had bought right before Capri came. Thankfully, I settled on the salty ones rather than the bulk ones.

"Why? What do you think's going to happen?" I snapped, a little on edge. Well...maybe I was on edge but this is freaking me out.

"She miscarried last time...maybe something's wrong with the cervix? It could have been damaged, Harry. She needs to go to the doctor...just in case." I simply nodded and walked past him, into the bathroom where my angel still knelt.

Exhaling heavily, I eased up behind her and dropped to my knees at her side. I ran a soothing hand up the length of her spine and to her neck, softly tilting her face toward me. "Here, baby, drink a little of this." She searched for the strength to smile, allowed me to lift the glass to her dry, cracked lips. If we weren't careful, she'd end up dehydrated.

She took the smallest of sips and closed her eyes as she forced it down. For a moment, she remained still, as if she were testing the reaction, assessing if she could keep it down. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open. She whispered her thanks.

My head slanted in sincerity. "Don't thank me, Capri. I'm in this with you."

Somewhere inside her, she found the energy to bait me with the hint of tease. "You are, huh?" Her efforts came out weak. Gentle, sympathetic laughter quietly tumbled from my mouth, and I was unable to keep the playful buzz from lighting in my chest. A deep sense of wonder hit me. His girl could even rib me when she was at her worst.

"One-hundred percent," I said. She gestured with her chin towards the toilet.

"So, do you think you could take this over for me?" I pushed back a chunk of hair that had fallen into her beautiful face and wound it with my finger. At my reaction, her warm eyes swam with emotion, so thick, so pure, so..good. Softening, I tucked the matted tuft blonde behind her ear and trailed my knuckles down her jaw.

"You know I would if I could." Capri grasped my wrist, pressed my palm to her face as if it were her lifeline. "I know you would." She held me there for the longest time, the air between us full, both alive and subdued, a quiet comfort we fell into. Her eyes dimmed before they fell closed. "I'm so tired," she admitted.

"Come here." I shifted and leaned up against the bathtub, my legs stretched out in front of me. I cringed a little when my bare back met the cold porcelain surface. A shiver slipped down my spine, but I shook it off and pulled Capri to me. She curled into my side and rested her head on my naked chest, nuzzled and nestled until she found a comfortable spot.

I wrapped her in my arms, her skin was cool to the touch, clammy, sticky with sweat. I brought my mouth to the top of her head and kissed her there, murmured out a promise I'd be sure to keep. "You're going to be okay, Capri."

She snuggled deeper and turned just enough to place a tender kiss to the center of my chest. "Only because you're here."

Notes

Awe! Carri doe:D

Yesterday the website was being weird with me:( so I updated today instead of yesterday

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