Anna 2 || HS

CHAPTER 8

~December 2016~

Anna- 22
Harry- 22
August- 1 Month

~December 15th, 2016~

Anna POV:

Ever the overprotective father that I knew he would be, Harry wanted to approve the lunch location for August and I to meet Gemma. Once again, the number of phone calls and special arrangements necessary for me to leave my house with my son to meet his aunt for lunch, simply blew my mind. There's no excuse for my surprise at this point. I mean I'm years into this life with Harry, but more days than not, I could move about the world as I pleased. I am quickly learning, however, that was my reality before August came along.

As I am getting ready, it dawns on me that this one of the only times that I've gotten ready for something other than a doctors appointment in over a month. Of course, our milk monster has terrible timing, and starts to fuss sometime between my hair being dried and being ready to leave with Gemma on time.

"Anna, what can I do to help you ge-" Harry says, clearly on the move from the staircase and into our bedroom. He freezes and stops speaking when enters our bathroom, seeing my reflection in the mirror. I'm precariously holding August to nurse with one hand while applying my mascara with the other.

"Yeah?" I respond to his mouth agape reflection in the mirror, not having time to even give it my energy.

"I was coming to see if I could help you with anything, but clearly you've got it under control," he laughs, and moves so that he is flush against my backside with one hand sweetly stroking his sons hair and the other wrapping around my bare stomach, helping me support our son.

"Actually, there should be breastmilk in the fridge, could you make a bottle for him? I'm guessing you don't want the internet a buzz with pictures of my tits out at lunch."

"I don't care if you strip down naked and streak the streets. So, don't worry about what I want in the news," he tells me with a kiss to my neck before detaching. "But, I will make a bottle, should you want to use that to feed him while you are out."

"Harry?" I call after him, hearing his feet already descending the stairs on his way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, darling?"

"Can you come back and get him in a couple minutes so I can finish getting ready?"

"Of course, my love." God he is incredible. Like seriously the most amazing.

Gemma arrives and Harry helps her get August out to my car. Paul will be driving us, but we already have everything in this car, so it just makes more sense to have him drive it. Gemma and I slide in the backseat, on either side of the little boy, now sleepily milk-drunk in his carseat.

Gemma leans in to grasp his tiny hand, giving her nephew a pep talk, "You are going to keep sleeping long enough for your mommy and I to enjoy some lunch, right little man?"

"God, wouldn't that be nice?" I joke, but really he is still just a sleepy baby at this point, so taking him out should be fairly easy, if we are left alone.

Paul looks sweetly in the rear view mirror, "so, ladies, are we going anywhere besides lunch today?"

"Do you have permission to take us anywhere other than lunch today?" I ask him, knowing that Harry has gone over safety protocols with him this morning, more than once, in regards to the restaurant.

"Well, I work for both you and Mr. Styles. So, if there is anywhere else that you need to go, I am happy to make some calls and get everything arranged" he tells me and I look at Gemma with questioning eyes, ultimately deciding that I should probably stick to just lunch, so Harry doesn't have a heart attack