Pure

epilogue

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5 years later

Lucy's POV

Everything couldn't be more perfect. Except for the fact that in these last 5 years I've never heard anything from my father again. But then again, he's in prison, so it's unlikely to hear anything from him. It turned out that he was a fraud and basically stole money from other businesses. That was 4.5 years ago. And since my parents were still married back then, the business became my mother's. And since she knew nothing about the business or how to manage it, she gifted it to Harry, my husband.

And Harry renamed the business, it became Styles Publishing. So with him being the 'boss', he decided to make me his assistent. Family business.

My mother is doing great too. She found a new lover and it turns out he's one of Harry's employees. His name is Martin.

Liam and Sophia also decided to move here. Sophia quit her job at Bittersweet and Liam quit his job at G.R Enterprises. Harry actually gave Liam a job at Styles Publishing. He gave him Harry's old job, the one he had when he worked for my dad years ago when it was Coleman Publishing.

Harry and I got married two years after I moved in with him. It was summer and all of our close friends and family was there, even Louis and Abby. We're still in touch with them as well. It wasn't a crazy big marriage. It was small and cosy and exactly how we wanted it.

I lay in bed and turn on my side to look at my lovely husband. His back is turned toward me, I can only see the top of his head where his messy hair is draped across the pillow.

Harry groans, "You're big belly is poking my back."

Oh, yeah.

I'm pregnant, by the way. More than 8 months to be exact.

"Sorry, it's heavy when I lay on my back."

Harry turns around with a smile on his face.

"What?"

He grins and dives underneath the bedsheets. He then throws the sheets off of me and reveals himself propped up on his elbows under my belly.

"Nothing," he says, "I just can't believe your belly is this big already."

He kisses my belly several times and strokes it.

I smile at him, "Harry, I love you."

He let himself fall on his back and sighs, "What now?"

"What?" I ask, grinning.

"What do you want me to do now?"

Oh, yeah, everytime I tell him I love him I say it because he has to do something for me.

"Whaaat? I can't tell my man I love him?" I ask and he blows me a kiss, "But now that you remind me, can you please massage my back?"

"Aaahhhh, fineee." he gets up, "Can you sit straight for me then?"

He helps me sit up and he positions himself behind me.

He starts massaging my back and I close my eyes. I sigh, "Mhm, lower."

"Here?"

"A bit to the right."

"Okay."

"No no, back to the left a bit."

"Here good?" he makes circular motions on my back.

"Ah, yeah, right there." I moan.

"When is this gonna start benefitting me?"

"Don't know, don't care. Ah, a bit higher again." I moan and chuckle, "I feel great right now."

"You don't care about my sexual needs?" he rests his chin on my shoulder and stops massaging me.

"As of now? No. I'm carrying our nugget here, you need to take care of me. No time for your problems." I joke.

We've been calling our baby 'Nugget' ever since I got my first ultrasound when they told us our baby had the size of a chicken nugget.

"Geez, that's rude." he pretends to be hurt, "Also, your boobs look huge."

"Don't look at my boobs, they're producing milk for when Nugget's here."

"So, when Nugget's here I can't start sucking on your nipples again?"

"Harry, no!" I swat my arm behind me, almost hitting him, "Stop being inappropriate, Nugget can hear you. I don't want him to be as foul as you are."

"Hey, careful. You almost hit my junk there." he grins, "So, him, huh?"

"Yeah. Him."

I didn't want to know our baby's gender, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I've got a feeling it a boy, though. Harry does know its gender.

Harry presses himself against my back and wraps his arms around me, caressing my belly.

"Harry, your hard."

"I know." he kisses my neck before whispering in my ear, "I can't wait until you poo Nugget out so I can fuck you again."

My eyes grow wide, "Harry! Language!" I hiss.

He chuckles and falls backwards back onto the bed.

He groans, "Ahhhhh. One more month, though."

"Yeah, Harry, one more month, maybe less, you can wait patiently until then, right? Be a good boy."

He mocks me, "Good boy my ass."

I chuckle.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I'm gonna take a shower and jerk off and then I'm gonna make you breakfast, okay?" he says as he's getting up from bed.

"That sounds lovely to me." I reply.

"Yeah yeah, of course it does." he says, disappearing into the bathroom.

"I love you, though!" I exclaim.

I get back into bed, suddenly not feeling very well. My belly hurts and I'm getting cramps. Surely not. It's not my time yet.

I whimper and groan, trying to mute the pain.

"Um, Harry?? Help." I try to yell and whimper in pain again, "Fuck."

I suddenly feel something wet between my legs.

"Did you call for me, sweetums? Hold on, I'm almost done. Ah, wait." he groans, "Yeah, close, very close. Oh god, ahh. Ahh."

"Babe?? I'm serious." I call again, not wanting to think about the fact that he just came, "I, uh, I think my water broke."

The bathroom door swings open, revealing a naked Harry drying his hair.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am. Help please?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." He quickly gets dressed and rushes over to my side, repeating the words, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I'm so excited! Oh, Luce, I love you. Can you walk?"

"Only if I can lean on you."

"Of course, oh fuck, let's go to the hospital. Oh, I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Harry, but let's get excited later after I gave birth to Nugget."

"Yeah, yeah, all good." He smiles and helps me get into the car.

He gets into the driver seat and starts the car.

We drive away from home and I try to steady my breathing.

"You alright?" Harry asks me, holding one on my hands in one of his own.

"Yeah, just drive a little faster."

He nods, "Will do."

I groan once more and Harry picks up the speed, not once letting go of my hand.

"Let's go get you poo Nugget out."

The End.