crescent [h.s]

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Harry Styles

It's 6 am when I wake up, anxiety not allowing me to sleep in on the last day of the year.

After giving Aurora's neck and bump a small kiss, I try to sneak out of the room, not wanting to wake her from my body being so awake I can't keep still. But, when she turns herself over, slotting her leg in between mine and putting her head on my chest, I have no choice but to stay in my position in bed.

With clammy hands, I run my fingers through Aurora's hair, kissing her temple and hairline when she tilts her head up during her sleep.

I lift the side of her t-shirt, scratching my nails up and down her side, massaging her hips when she moves closer to me, the palm of my cold hands dipping down her lower back, squeezing the skin and rubbing circles into her muscles, relieving her of any and all tension.

I kiss the top of her head again, holding my lips to her skin for longer than I usually would, a deep breath replacing my current shaky pathetic breath. Exhaling and inhaling, I breathe in the scent of my Aurora, her warm water lily aroma calming me down instantly.

I hide my face in the crook of her neck, curling myself into her, whilst simultaneously trying to be as much support for her and the bump as physically possible.

I focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down. I know I have nothing to be scared about. This won't change anything. Whether she says yes.. or she says no, it'll be okay, and so will we. It's fast, I know that.

But I want her to be my wife. I want to be her husband.

I want to marry her.

She slowly starts to move, her eyes moving, her eyelashes fluttering. I smile as she enters that period where she just clings to me, loving the way her sleepy body curls into mine, her warm breath lands of my neck and face, her bump pressed into me, allowing me to feel the gentle baby kicks that travel through her, landing on me.

I lift my t-shirt on her body, and cast my eyes down onto her large bump, smiling and focussing as I see her skin move due to our baby kicking. I lift and support the bottom of the bump, holding back a chuckle as I hear Aurora practically whine in relief.

Putting my head on her chest, I stare at her belly moving, smiling at my daughter. She is going to be the most precious soul I've ever met.

I pucker my lips against the most active part of the bump, waking my already very awake baby up with lots of love.

I imagine her chubby cheeks, the dark hair that covers her head, mesmerising eyes like her mum has. I picture her face and see Aurora in the specs, but a whole new person at the same time. I see the girl I am so lucky to be able to raise with the love of my life... and hopefully.. if Aurora is okay with it, I get to raise the girl who will call me dad.

I didn't have a dad until I was 11. I wasn't raised with a dad. But I am going to make sure my baby girl won't know how that feels. I am going to take her on monthly dates, just as I will with her mum, I am going to be there for her when she needs a shoulder to cry on, I am going to be there when she falls asleep in the car and needs her dad to carry her to bed. I will be there when she wants to get away with something her mum says no to, I will be there to give her advice.

No matter the situation, I will be there.

Together, Aurora and I, will create a family. A home. A home full of love, laughter, peace and fun. We get to raise our babies with what we always dreamed of growing up. We get to rewrite history, and raise our kids with knowing what not to do.

Not only that, but we get to show our little humans the way of life together. As one. We get to parent together.

If you told me 6 months ago I would be becoming a dad and hopefully husband by the end of the coming year, I wouldn't have believed you. Not at all.