Waking the next morning Charlotte couldn't help the smile that played on her lips as she saw Harry still asleep beside her. The memories of last night still very fresh in her mind.

How he had agreed to the thirty day sex thing and then how after agreeing they had, had sex anyway. Just to have it and it was nice. Nice waking up naked next to her husband whose arm was still draped over her. Nice still being able to feel him and all the places he had touched her last night.

Places he hadn't touched in so long and one's Charlotte was afraid he'd never touch again. Or even that maybe he had been touching other women like that.

Charlotte was no idiot after all. She knew Harry could have any woman if he wanted them and she knew a lot of the people he hung out with probably wanted him. Especially that new up and coming singer his label had him working with.

A girl named Jessica or Jane or Jenny. Something with a J.

Charlotte had only met her once briefly last week when she had dropped by the studio to remind Harry to get the last minute things for Abel's party and from what she had seen of the girl she hadn't liked her. Hated how she looked at her as if Charlotte was a nobody and she really hated how she had, had the audacity to flirt with Harry in front of her as if Charlotte wasn't even in the room.

Reaching up playfully to mess up Harry's hair when Harry had made some dumb joke that really hadn't been all that funny, and maybe if she were being honest it had also hurt her when Harry hadn't corrected the other woman or told her to stop because his wife was in the room.

After all Charlotte knew flirting was a part of his job but that, the way Jennifer had done and Harry had let her. It was enough to make her insecure and afraid.

But last night in her husband's arms had eased some of those fears some. Made her feel that maybe he hadn't crossed any lines he couldn't come back from yet.

"Charlie," Harry spoke softly from behind her though he made no effort to move or get out of bed just yet. "Are you awake?"

"Mhm," Charlotte muttered as she turned around in his arms slowly, smiling as she faced him and she couldn't help but think he was probably at his best looking in the morning when first waking up.

His hair all a mess and his eyes looking a shade greener than they normally were. Not to mention the way his voice sounded when he first woke up, all rough with sleep. It did things to her, things she liked.

Harry returned Charlotte's smile, the arm that was around her waist, moving as his hand went to brush some hair out of her face.

"Not sure I want to get out of bed," Harry pouted slightly. "Kind of comfortable and also just kind of really like being next to you all naked," he smirked with a mischievous little glint in his eyes.

A look that probably would have irritated her any other day but it seemed having sex with him last night had helped put her in a better mood already. Enough of a good mood that she couldn't wait to see what happened as they began the journey of having sex for thirty days.

Maybe it could be enough to fix things and if it wasn't, well then they both knew what would probably happen then. They'd get a divorce and part ways while trying to co-parent Abel together.

But that wasn't a thought she wanted to think about because Charlotte really didn't want to divorce Harry. She still did love him on some level, even if he annoyed her more often than not nowadays and even if she rarely saw him and sometimes felt that she was living with a stranger instead of the boy she had been in love with since childhood.

"But you have too," Charlotte smiled as she leaned in to leave a peck on the side of Harry's mouth. Not wanting to full on kiss him because morning breath kisses really weren't her favorite type of kisses. "At least this week will be a short one at the studio," she reminded him knowing that it was Monday and Thanksgiving was on Thursday and he had promised her he'd take that Thursday and Friday off.

Thursday for sure because they already had plans to spend Thanksgiving at his parents house. His sister Gemma was even coming in from New York where she lived with her fiancee. Then he had promised to just take Friday off to spend with her and Abel.

Just like she had promised not to bitch at him for working on the weekends like she usually did because Charlotte was just old fashioned and always thought weekends, especially Sundays should be family days. But of course she knew with Harry's job that weekends off were rare and so she was still adapting and maybe lashing out at him.

Lashing out even when she shouldn't. But sometimes she just felt he worked so much just to get a break from her and Abel.

Harry scrunched up his nose at Charlotte's words, "Even a short week isn't as enticing as staying in bed, naked next to you."

Laughing Charlotte just shook her head as she sat up in bed slowly, wrapping the sheet around her as she climbed out of the bed in search of her clothes. "Well if it helps, the sooner you get up and go to the studio, the sooner you get to come home and have sex with me again," she shrugged as she looked over at him once she had her clothes in hand and if he cared that she had stripped him of the sheet and left him naked in bed he didn't seem show it.

Then again Harry had always liked to be naked sometimes and maybe he should have lived in a nudist colony but alas he had missed out on that chance.

"It helps some," Harry sighed as he too finally sat up in bed, stretching slightly and Charlotte had to bite her lip hard at the sight of him all stretched out and naked. His cock just resting lazily between his legs.

It was a sight that was enough to keep her hanging onto the thought of tonight and him inside of her again.

"Figured it would," she smirked as she turned to head into the bathroom. "Now come on we have to shower before Abel gets up and wants breakfast."

"Does this mean we can have shower sex?" Harry asked and Charlotte didn't even have to look at him to see the hopeful look on his face and the way his eyes lit up. "Shower sex is really good. Fucking while getting clean."

Rolling her eyes Charlotte only shook her head, "No shower sex today," she told him knowing they were already cutting it close.

Abel would be up soon and wanting breakfast and she wasn't quite sure how she'd explain away why breakfast was late if she and Harry had sex in the shower. So it was better to put that off until they actually had time to do that.

"Party pooper," Harry mumbled from behind her as he let his arms wrap around her waist once they made it to the bathroom and as he pulled her closer, she could feel his half hard cock even through the material of the sheet that was around her body. "Just so you know how I'm going to be all day," he spoke before letting his lips go to her neck where he left tiny little kisses on her exposed skin.

Charlotte's eyes falling shut briefly at the contact and yeah, she knew now why she had said last night that he had only agreed to the thirty day sex routine because he was a man. He was indeed proving how much of a man he was with how he was acting this morning and maybe some of the worries from before were back.

Maybe he wasn't doing this because he truly loved her or wanted to save their marriage. Maybe he was doing this because he was just another horny male with a dick.

But no, she couldn't let herself think like that right now. She had to be positive and hope he did it out of love for her and genuine want for saving their marriage.

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Thirty minutes later Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest as she stared down her six year old son. A boy who was acting difficult over what he wanted for breakfast and it was days like this that she was glad he'd be starting school next year.

Should have started it this year but she had opted to keep him home another year. Mainly because she was afraid of sending him to school knowing how people were. Especially if someone had a famous parent.

Charlotte wanted to shield Abel from that for as long as she possibly could. Though he already saw it some during the times they went out and the paparazzi found them. It was never fun to be hounded by photographers when sometimes all she had wanted to do was take her son to the park.

"I'm not making pancakes Abel Jackson Styles," Charlotte spoke sternly as she used Abel's full name now. Hoping that he understood she was serious. "So you really need to decide between the S'mores pop tarts or the Fruity Pebbles."

"But I want the pancakes mommy," Abel whined out as his green eyes locked with hers and obviously he hadn't understood how serious she had been. "Please," he muttered out and Charlotte knew from his tone the way it got all high pitched that he was seconds from throwing a tantrum.

Which is what she didn't want because up until now the day had been going rather well. Better than most days so far since Harry had gotten back from his tour.

"I said no Abel," Charlotte told him still standing her ground. "You know both options so pick which one you want."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Charlotte was proven right about Abel throwing a tantrum as his loud cries filled the room. Some cries Charlotte was almost certain were fake and maybe one day Abel would make a good actor.

"What's going on in here?" Harry's voice spoke from the doorway as he entered the kitchen. Having finally finished in the bathroom and before Charlotte could answer her husband she had to admire him first.

His long hair was thrown back into a bun and obviously today he had chosen to wear a button down shirt were most of the buttons weren't even buttoned. Giving her a nice view of the top of his butterfly tattoo and he was wearing a pair of too tight jeans that had a rip in the leg of them.

"Mommy won't fix me pancakes," Abel spoke through his so not real tears which brought Charlotte out of her thoughts and well Charlotte was thankful that at least one of them answered Harry's question. "Make mommy fix me pancakes Daddy."

Harry let out a tiny laugh at that and Charlotte narrowed her eyes, half afraid that Harry would now start to be difficult and side with their son over her.

"Abel I can't make mommy do anything she doesn't want," he finally spoke as he bent down to their son's level. "But how about this. I'll fix pancakes on Friday when I'm home. Does that sound good to you?"

Abel seemed to quiet his cries as he looked back at Harry as if he really was contemplating his words, "O..okay but I want the kind with chocolate chips."

"I'll fix the kind with chocolate chips buddy," Harry smiled as he leaned in to kiss the top of Abel's head and Charlotte was a bit envious that now days Abel seemed to listen to Harry better than her.

It should have been the other way around with Harry constantly gone from home.

Watching as Harry stood up after helping to stop Abel's tantrum, Charlotte gave him a tiny smile when he walked to where she was standing next to the fridge. "Thank you," she told him softly as he came to a stop long enough to reach for the box of pop tarts.

"You can thank me later tonight babe," Harry spoke as he gave her a wink before grabbing two packets of pop tarts and once he had them in his hand he leaned in to kiss Charlotte briefly on the lips. "Have to get going now though," he sighed after pulling away and he almost sounded like he didn't want to go.

"I love you," he added on before leaning in for one more kiss and this one was a bit longer than the last.

Long enough that Abel muttered an eww from where he sat at the table and both Charlotte and Harry pulled away laughing.

"Eww is right buddy," Harry said as he turned and walked away from Charlotte. Taking one of the poptart packets to their son. "Kissing is such a nasty thing that adults do. Don't you ever kiss any little girls."

Abel let out a snort as he took the pop tart packet from Harry, "Girls have cooties Daddy. I'll never kiss girls because of that."

Again both Harry and Charlotte laughed and as Charlotte laughed she could only shake her head. Almost thankful that Abel thought girls had cooties still. Though she knew sadly it would never stay that way she could only hope that he didn't follow in her and Harry's footsteps and have children young.

Collecting herself eventually Charlotte watched as Harry turned to walk out of the kitchen so he could head to the studio. "I love you too Harry," she finally spoke her words making Harry stop in his tracks only briefly and she half knew why.

It had been ages since she had told him she loved him before he left to go to the studio or go anywhere really. Which made her feel a bit guilty especially seeing how shocked Harry was by her actions and as he finished walking out of the kitchen finally Charlotte made a mental note that she needed to do better about saying that before he left.

Just like she needed to do better in showing it. Because maybe besides the thirty days of sex they also needed to make an effort of showing they loved each other and maybe today she could bring Harry some left overs from dinner to the studio.

He had mentioned last night that it had been awhile and that he had been craving her home cooked meals and there was still some left because even though she had a family of three Charlotte had the habit of cooking like she had a much larger family.

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