You're Mine

Chapter 47

They found out not that long ago that the baby was a girl. The following weeks they spent fixing up one of the other rooms and painting it purple, along with hauling in all the baby things once again.

Adam turned 3 in December, and their new baby, who they were thinking of naming Emma, was due in July. And that wasn't that far away.

Harrison found Carrie laying in bed reading a book as he entered, coming back from tucking Adam in. "You know, I'm really liking Emma."

"And why's that?" He wondered, sitting on her bedside.

"It's such a beautiful name. And I've always wanted to name my daughter Emma."

"Well we can certainly do that when she comes," he smiled, squeezing her hand before heading into the bathroom.

After finding a good stopping point in her book, Carrie got up and made her way in the bathroom. Upon opening the bathroom door, she found him in the bathtub, with the water midway up his chest. "Well, whatcha doing?" She asked, beginning to unbraid her hair.

"Taking a well needed bath. You're welcome to join."

She laughed. He deserved a bath after hauling in the new baby's crib, bookshelf, changing station, and rocking chair for her. "I think I might take you up on your offer."

Carrie finished pulling out her braid then brushed her hair. She ran back out in their bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before joining Harrison for a bath.

He moved over, giving her room to sit next to him. She sat next to him, grabbing her hair shampoo from its shelf. Harrison stole the shampoo, dumped some in his hand, and began massaging her head. "Oh Harry that feels good."

"I bet it does," he whispered, continuing to massage her head. He kissed the side of her neck and down to her shoulder.

Once the shampoo had been rubbed in enough, Carrie dunked her head, washing it all out. Harrison wiped the water out of her eyes and settled to giving her a back massage.

Within a few minutes, she was rested against his chest as he moved the massage to the tops of her shoulders. "Harrisonnn..." she moaned.

He smiled, hearing the sound of her moan. He was definitely doing something right. "Harrison you're amazing."

"I know."

Harrison leaned forward, kissing her cheek gently as his hands fell to her belly. He ran his hands over her baby bump before asking, "how's our little girl?"

Carrie placed one of her hands on the back of his. "She really likes her daddy's massages just like her mommy."

"I bet she does."

He rubbed her belly once again. She was only 17 weeks in and was now getting noticeably big. "You're getting big sweetheart."

"You like it."

"You look cute."

"Stop it."

"No," he teased, kissing her neck once again.

Carrie moved to sit on his lap. Putting her arms around his neck, she gently ran her fingers through his wet and knotty hair. Harrison now had both his hands on her hips, slowly running them down her thighs.

"Harry," she interrupted, moving his hands to rest on her shoulders. He played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers and pushing it behind her back.

She leaned her forehead against his before pressing her lips to his. With both hands still around his neck, she felt one of his press against her cheek and the other drape around her back.

Carrie kissed him passionately. The kiss lasted a while as she titled her head to the side multiple times. Finally, she broke this kiss, kissing his cheek one last time before pulling away.

After putting on shorts and a tank top, Carrie brushed her hair and teeth as she waited for him to come back in. Once he did, she waited for him to brush his teeth as she combed his hair.

"You really should shave again," she whispered, standing behind him and running her fingers along his beard.

"And why's that?"

Carrie shrugged. "I don't know. Change it up a little bit."

"It's late."

"Please."

"You like me clean shaven, don't you?" He teased with a smile.

She giggled. "Possibly. Maybe, maybe not."

"Alright fine," he muttered, leaning over the sink to spit out another glob of toothpaste.

Once he was finished brushing his teeth, Carrie made him sit on the counter where she could easily reach him. Making him move his leg, she grabbed his shaving cream and kit from the drawer below.

She wet a washcloth and wiped down his face before lathering it with shaving cream. At one point, she had him looking like Santa before he wiped it all off.

"Stop it!"

But Carrie just laughed, rubbing more all over his face. "Carrie Frances Ford!" He laughed, putting a glob in his hand and smearing it in her face.

Harrison only got a little bit on her face before she slapped his hand away. It was then when he jumped off the counter and smashed a whole glob in her face. "Harrison!" She made her way over to the sink, grabbed a towel, and wiped it all off.

"Sit down."

He jumped back on the counter as she pulled out his razor. "Sit still." Harrison did as she wet the razor and slowly brought it down his cheek.

He did have to admit, she was really good at this. Carrie took great care in going slow, and making sure she didn't nick him. At one point when she got to his jaw near his ear, she put her whole hand on his face and held him still.

After Carrie finished and wiped it all off, he felt his cheeks. They were really smooth, and he couldn't find any spots she missed. "Maybe I should let you shave me more often sweetheart," he admitted.

She put a hand on his cheek, running it down his jawline and below. "It feels pretty smoooth-" she screeched as he picked her up.

"Come on," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Let's go to bed."