crescent [h.s]

34

3 months later.

Aurora Adler

Waking up to Harry walking out of the steamy bathroom is a sight I will never get used to.

I keep my eyes on him as he walks around the room, not noticing me awake as he tries to be as quiet as possible, Dove still asleep in her nursery.

We moved her to her nursery last week, something which had me near to crying when it happened. She's growing so fast, and I hate it.

But with her sleeping through the night, me and Harry wanting a little more space and privacy and with our new routine, it just made sense for us.

Speaking of routine, I've been doing a lot better within the last 2 months. I was finally cleared to go back to the gym and have sex again– something me and Harry haven't even attempted yet, but from the gym alone, I feel like myself again.

Or at least I'm starting to.

I typically go in the evenings, me and Deli working it back into our routine again, meaning an hour or so a day, Harry gets 1 on 1 time with his baby– something I know he's savouring already.

My thoughts are cut off when Harry notices me awake, a smile instantly spreading over his face as he practically runs over to me, still in his boxers, kissing me as soon as he can. Pulling back he's still smiling wide, his eyes bright, "Good morning beautiful girl."

I can't help but match his expression, pecking his lips a couple more times before letting him go, speaking for the first time today, "Good morning baby."

He chuckles at my hoarse morning voice, eyeing me as he looks through his clothes, pulling out a pair of non-ripped blue jeans and a worn looking Versace t-shirt.

As he puts a belt on, he turns to look at me, "Yes or no?"

I smile at him asking me for my opinion, my eyes already transfixed on his body and face, "You look incredible.." I can't help but laugh to myself as I add, "Why? You trying to impress someone?"

Lowering his t-shirt again he rolls his eyes at me, walking over to get some socks, "Yeah actually. She's my dream girl."

I raise my brows as I sit up in bed, crossing my arms over my chest, "Oh really? Go on, tell me about her."

He sits on the end of the bed as he puts his socks and vans on, looking at me as he does, "Well she's around 5'9, brown hair, mesmeric hazel eyes, soft pink pouty lips..." he scrunches his lips up, his face lighting up dramatically a second later, "Oh! And we may or may not have a baby together."

My jaw drops open, "You have a child with her!"

He gets off the bed again, walking over to reach me, a hint of a smile resting in his cheeks, "Yeah.. but don't worry, we're not that serious."