“When I bumped into you in that coffee shop all those years ago, I had a hunch that we would end up together in the future. Like, at the that moment when you stood looking at my suede boots with a baffled gasp and a string of apologies falling from your mouth, I knew that we would end up together,” he chuckled, his fingers tickling softly over your back as his breath fanned over your face, smelling strongly of mint toothpaste that he’d used moments ago. Standing at the bathroom vanity, hunched over the sink with his toothbrush lodged between his lips and froth gathering at the corners, with a towel tugged tightly around his tanned and toned hips - that towel now being left in a heap on the floor at the end of the bed, leaving him in nothing but a pair of socks on his feet because he’d complained how his feet were cold and didn’t like how his toes got all icy cold.

“Hey now, how about we don’t bring that up? It was complete torture for a week after that incident. I was all over the front pages being labelled as careless and clumsy because I dropped my coffee over your feet. It was so embarrassing,” you whined, dropping your forehead to his chest and letting the vibrations of his laugh lull you into a state of happiness and love. “Let’s drop this, shall we? It was bad enough people gasping loudly when it happened, like, they reacted as if I’d dropped an expensive china plate in an antique store,” you groaned, puffing out a heavy breath from your lips and bringing your palm to his shoulder, tapping your fingers against his muscles and giggling lightly when goosebumps raised on his skin.

“What about when I called you up a week later? You were still apologising. You were so adorable. I told you that my boots were clean and you still insisted upon buying me a new pair,” Harry laughed, pressing his lips to your forehead in a long, lingering and lasting kiss. His lips were soft and feather-light against your skin and it was almost as if he was barely touching your skin; something that was one of his best traits when it came to kissing and showing at least a little PDA when in public. His kisses were never rough, and neither were they harsh and long-lasting - but they were always something that would calm you if you were in the middle of crowds, or in a situation in which you felt uncomfortable, or they were just a little something that acted as little reminders that he was still there beside you and that he was going to be until you were sick of him. “I still have the boots you brought me as a sorry present. Remember those?”

“They’re probably still in the box. Oh, and they’re probably about 3 sizes too small for you now,” you giggled, pushing at his arm softly as he rolled his eyes. “Your feet are huge. I swear to god, you’re a giant in disguise.”

A laugh left his mouth as he lifted one of his legs in the air and straightened it up almost vertically. His rolled his ankle and wiggled his toes in the cold air of the bedroom as a groan left your throat. You rolled over onto your back, keeping your head straight and your eyes locked upon the ceiling above you, and smiled when he dropped his foot down to the bed, bending his knee so he could place the sole of his foot upon the cotton sheet.
“My feet are not big. If anything, yours are just annoyingly small and tiny,” he muttered, leaning himself up on his elbows to prop his upper body up. “I love you so much. Tiny feet n’all. You’re pretty incredible, you know that?” He whispered, turning his head to look at you. His curls falling over his shoulders and hanging down by his shoulder-blades, with the ends of the chocolate brown strands tickling at his skin.

“I love you too, mister. You’re pretty incredible yourself. Big feet n’all,” you reciprocated, a smirk on your lips as he pushed himself upright and kicked his legs beneath him. As he shuffled across the bed on his knees, you had a faint idea with where he was wanting this evening to go. Freshly smelling of shower gel, with teeth brushed and candles settled up around the counter-tops throughout the room, it was clear to say he was feeling broody and it was obvious to the eye that he was ready to start creating a family. “Are you feeling broody, hm? You want to make a baby now?”

He settled himself between your legs, setting his hands on the bed beside your bum as he pressed wet kisses to your kneecap and continued up the inside of your thigh in a paced manner, his breath leaving his nose and hitting your skin adding warmth to the heat that was already radiating from the aroused feeling running through your veins.
“Are you feeling up for it? I don’t want to rush you into this, love. I want you to be ready as well, okay?” He whispered, his voice hoarse and rough in the silence of the room, yet it melded sweetly together with the sweet scents roaming around. He shuffled himself up and over your body, resting his forearms on the pillow behind your head as he hovered above you, his green eyes staring intently down to yours as he tried to make you feel as comfortable as he could beneath his weight. “You’re not ready, are you?” He whispered when he gathered no answer to his prior question.

You cupped his face in your palms and ran your thumbs over his upper lip, scraping at the dusting forming upon his flesh. And you couldn’t help but think how good it would have felt between your legs as he teased and touched and toyed with the bundle of nerves that was settled at the base of your pelvic bone. His breath was minted and coming out heavier puffs as he realised what was moments away from happening - in just a few minutes, the both of you would be well underway with the next step in the relationship. He wasn’t one to use you for his pleasure and he rather was one to make sure you were up for anything and to make sure you were in the mood, because his mother had raised him right. He was brought up with the teaching from his mother and from his father, as well as Robin, to be respectful towards a woman when it came to being beneath the sheets and becoming intimate with each other.
“Harry Edward Styles, I am ready. Of course I’m ready,” you whispered, snaking your arms around his neck and bringing his head closer to yours, his lips mere inches away from yours. “I want a baby with you, H. I so desperately want a baby with you,” you whispered, lips grazing against his in a soft manner as his eyes darted around your face as if he was taking in every inch of you to devour.
And with that, his lips were moulding against yours in a lust-filled and much-needed kiss that felt rough and needy and it was a side you’d not seen much off from your softly-spoken, soft-handed husband. Your arms slid from his neck and your hands trailed down to the soft love handles upon his hips; an area you’d taken a liking to when it came to intimate moments of rolling around in the darkness underneath the sheets of the bed. The chub settling upon his hips always made him softer and cuddlier and it was an area you never hesitated to leave love bites and marks upon in a haste of love and lust and need and want.

“I love you. I’m so glad I met you.”

It came out rushed and muffled against your mouth, your fingers raking through his long strands and tugging tightly upon his chocolate locks as he grunted lightly. The feeling of his pre-come oozing from the tip of his shaft sent shivers up your spine as he twitched and nudged against your lower stomach, the slick liquid wiping against your skin as he twitched momentarily and unexpectedly every moment.
“I’m glad I met you too, H. You’re my soulmate and I love you, and you’re wonderful to me and I’m so glad we’re married and I’m so glad we’re going to have a baby,” you whispered, hitching a leg over his hips to bring his body closer to yours. The heat radiating from his body heating your own body up and you could already feel the sweat forming at the arch of your back. “Put a baby in my belly,” you whispered, giggling when a smile formed on his lips and his nose scrunched up cutely with lines forming upon the gap between his eyebrows.

“Do you remember when we first did this together?” Harry whispered, looking down between your bodies to see the tip of his shaft leaking with a shining and slick thick liquid that dribbled down the sides. “I remember when we were in my Mum’s house. Back in Cheshire. And she’d told us not to do anything because she wasn’t ready for grandkids so early,” he laughed, reaching one of his hands between you both to grip at the base of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to slick the skin and make it more easier for when he was to make love to you in the best way possible. “We snuck in a little moment in the tub, do you remember? In the shower? When they popped out to the shops to get the food for dinner,” he added, tugging on himself slightly before he positioned himself between your legs, “and she knew something had happened between the two of us because we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling.”

A soft smile left your face as you caught his eyes looking back at you. It was a memory that was imprinted upon your brain like a tattoo, a permanent reminder upon the moment you gave yourself and your innocence to the one person of which you trusted with your whole heart - and still did - and had faith that it was to last a lifetime. You could remember clearly just how you felt, how Harry was during his sense of euphoria and you were reminded constantly upon the memory whenever he had you as putty in his hands.
“She wouldn’t stop teasing us for the rest of the weekend. It was the first time I’d met your mum and Robin as well,” you laughed. And in that moment, Harry swore his heart skipped a beat. If there something better than hearing a good song, it was hearing your laughter filter through the air. No matter where you were, it was always a sound that would turn his attention to you. “Your dad was even worse, do you remember that?”

He shook his head cheekily - of course he could remember, but he was always in enjoyment when you told the story. Your cheeks flushing in embarrassment whenever you reminisced about that story that you dreaded telling people whenever he or his father brought it up.
“You must remember! I tell it many times, H.”

A laugh left his lips as he rolled you both over and stayed in his sitting position, groaning as he felt the heat of your core just mere centimetres away from engulfing his length into the place he was longing for.
“Tell me again. I love it when you tell me the story,” he whispered, his palms flat against your back.

“You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, deciding it was time to give Harry what he had been desiring. You slowly moved your hips closer to his and ground gently against his pelvic bone as you felt his cock plunging deep within your core, hitting the spot you were in need of being touched. “Oh, god. You’re so big,” you whispered, almost as if the wind was being sucked out of you and you were struggling to breath with the feeling.

“You do so well when you please me, baby. You’re so good. I love you. You’re wonders to me,” he whispered, as you settled comfortably upon his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist. His legs were straightened out behind you, ready for you to brace yourself upon in the moments of your high coming upon you from the pleasure he was bound to give you. “Tell me the story, again. I love it.”

“I always remember the look of horror on your dad’s face when he walked into this very room. Like, it must have been your birthday a few years ago? Must have been like, 3 years ago? We’d been together for a long time,” you stated, a smile on your lips as you laced your fingers together at the nape of his neck, “Des came to see you, and obviously he knew where the spare key was hidden so he used it, and he got an eyeful of your bum and my boobs at the same time. I can’t look at your dad seriously without thinking he’s seen my boobs and he’s seen us having sex,” you giggled, a blush forming on your cheeks as you gently rose your hips from his and fell back down upon his lap as he let out a soft whimper.

“Oh fuck, keep doing that. A bit faster, please,” he whispered, grunting into your neck as you quickened your pace and rolled your hips upon his own, the tip of his length poking you in places that had never been touched and hit before with the feeling sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “You’re so good. Oh god. I can’t wait to have a baby with you,” he added in his pleasure state, the pupils in his eyes dilating and forming bigger circles within the green orbs of his eyeballs behind his eyelids.

“I can’t wait to have a baby in me, Harry. We’ll be parents and we’re going to be sick parents as well. We’ll be the best parents in the world,” you whispered, gasping softly when he twitched within you rather unexpectedly, a chuckle leaving his lips as he rolled you both over so he was laid beneath you upon the cotton sheets of the bed, the duvet bunching up in places as you straddled his hips and continued to moan lightly as he thrust his hips up into you - the position working better for the both of you as he could buck his hips up to places he enjoyed teasing you at.

“Best mother in the world,” he whispered as you ducked your head into the crook of his neck and took a whiff of his shower gel scented skin; a faint smell of his Tom Ford cologne still lingering upon his skin from the day’s spritz. “Best mother to our baby. I can tell you know. You’ll be amazing,” he grunted, his toes curling into the duvet as he felt the familiar knot in his stomach build up and up until he felt like he’d explode. He wanted you to be there with him to ride through the highs together - the enjoyment of watching you unravel in his arms was something that helped him through his own because he knew he was the one to cause that. He was the one who made you come undone. He was the one who made you feel the way you did. And he was the one who would make you feel that way - and he enjoyed the way the both of you melded together when you fell in a heap of exhaustion and aching limbs upon the duvet.

Because he felt there was nothing better than post-sex cuddles, with heavy breathing and sweet and soft kisses pressed to parts of the body that were in reach.
“You’ll be the best daddy in the world, Harry. A born father, you are,” you whispered, softly into the air as your lips grazed at the shell of his head. Your palms were flat against his chest as you propped your upper body up, the feeling of his hips knocking against yours sending your eyes rolling around their sockets. “Oh fuck, yes. Fuck,” you grunted, running your free hand through your hair as your forehead built up a slick layer of sweat. “So close, Harry. M’so close.”

“Come for me then, baby. We’ll go together, yeah?” Harry whispered, a groan leaving his throat shortly after as he listened to your gut-wrenching groan - a scream soon leaving your throat - as you came undone beneath his touch. Your stomach in knots and the bundle of nerves between your legs and located just at your pelvic bone were tingling and aching for touch as you unravelled upon him as he shot his own seed within you with guttural groans and moans and grunts leaving his mouth, soft profanities leaving his lips as he bucked his hips up and down with his reflexing actions.

“You’re so good, Harry. I love you. Oh goodness, baby. I love you,” you whispered, cupping his face in your palms as he nuzzled his head between the two pillows and turned his head to bury his face in the side of one of the feather filled cushions. A grunt leaving his lips and muffled by the pillow, as he cupped your hips in his hand and held you down to his body. “I think we just made a baby?”

Your question had a laugh leaving his lips.
“I think we made a baby, yeah,” he whispered, looking at you as you laid upon his chest and had your head nudging beneath his chin. “We made a baby, (Y/N). We’re going to have a baby.”

* *
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep okay?” You asked, looking up at him from your position beside him. Your head resting upon his chest with a hand pressed to his ribs, your palm just inches from his nipple, as he let out a snuffled yawn and a nod from his head. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I’m really in the need for a bacon sandwich. Maybe some toast. Oh, maybe some pancakes,” you rambled, your eyes set upon the window where the sun was shining through the slit where the two pieces of material would usually join together.

“I think we should have a shower, hm? Maybe then we can pop out for breakfast? Catch up with Louis? I know he’s been after you for a while - we could call him up in a bit and meet him at the cafe on the corner of his street?” Harry suggested, as you gave a swift nod and sat up against the headboard. You pulled the duvet up your chest once you realised that the both of you were still in the mindset from last nights intimate actions from the previous night. “I know he’s been wanting to see you for a while now - it’ll be nice to see him,” he added.

You nodded softly. It had been a while. Louis had been your best friend ever since you’d met Harry - he was the one you clicked with when you met the five of them back when they were the five piece band that everyone knew about. If Harry couldn’t come out with you, Louis was on call. If you needed someone to talk too when Harry and you had fought, Louis was the one you went too; and he was always welcoming you with a warm mug of tea and some biscuits set upon the coffee table, as well as a hug and some snuggles on the sofa until either you or Harry finally came to your senses. You were there for one another, and, in some sense Harry could claim his jealous, but he knew deep down he was the one you were coming to at the end of the day - and not Louis.
“That’s a good idea, yeah. Let’s do that,” you smiled, looking down to where your husband was settled down upon his pillow, with wide green eyes and his head turned towards where your tummy. “What are you doing?” You whispered, running your fingers through his slightly greasy hair as he nudged his nose into your side and pressed a kiss to your bare skin.

“Our baby could be in there, love. Our little baby Styles could be in there right now, forming and splitting cells to be a little creation of the two of us. That’s a bit crazy, right? Our baby is forming in there, now,” he cooed, bringing a hand to cup the opposite hip to him. His thumb rubbing over the skin just above your belly button, almost as if there was a slightly prominent bump forming. “I can’t wait for them to grow. Our little baby is going to grow to be healthy and gorgeous, just like mummy,” he whispered.

“Harry, it’s not even been 24 hours. It might not have worked - who knows, we might not be able to even get pregnant, so take it down a notch, yeah? I know you’re excited but, sometimes these things happen,” you whispered, a wash of guilt flitting through your veins as you felt his arm drop from it’s place around your waist, falling lax in your lap. “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m excited too. But sometimes, it takes a little longer to make a baby, okay? We might not have done it this time, but, I’m sure we’ll have our baby soon, okay?” You grinned, patting at his chest lightly. “Now let’s go and have a shower, hm?”
“Can we have shower sex?”

“Why would we need shower sex, hm? I need breakfast, Harry,” you giggled lightly, watching as he kicked the duvet from his body and sat up straight. “I mean, I’m all up for it as I can never turn down sex with you, but, we can’t be too long, okay?”

“If we have this, it doubles our chances in making a baby, doesn’t it? I mean, we may have a baby in there right now but there’s no harm in trying again to make sure it happens,” he grinned cheekily.

“C’mon then, cheeky. Let’s go.”

Notes

WARNING: This contains a scene of smut (at the beginning), mature language and some slightly NSFW gifs and visuals. If you are uncomfortable, please skip this part.