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*Norah's POV*

"Is daddy coming back?" Theo asked softly as I washed him in the bathtub. "I really miss him, mommy."

"I do too, baby," I smiled a little. "He'll be back soon, okay? Mommy and daddy are just really busy right now."

He seemed satisfied with my answer and for the rest of the bath we sang songs and made little beards out of suds, until he finally started yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Come on, darling," I sighed as I lifted him up and wrapped a fluffy towel around his little body. I grabbed another smaller one and dried his hair, despite his vehement protests and threats to have his transformers overpower me.

I wrestled him into his superman pajamas and read him a story, then kissed him goodnight and left to take care of Stella. She was acting strange at dinner and had hardly eaten anything at all so I decided to tuck Theodore in first so I could spend a little more time with his sister.

I slowly opened her door and peeked inside, where Stella was curled up in a little ball in the middle of the king bed, her tiny body looking even smaller in comparison to the room.

"Stel," I said softly, folding my hands in my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed. "Baby, tell mommy what's wrong."

I waited a minute and eventually she turned over, her big blue eyes red and her cheeks flushed with tears. My heart had never ached so much as it did in that moment. Seeing my baby so upset made me feel like the worst mother in the world. How could I do that to her?

"I miss daddy," she whimpered, another tear rolling down her full cheek. "Is he coming home soon?"

I couldn't do this anymore. Seeing the tears stream down Stella's cheeks was enough to break down my resolve and sucker punch all my anger right out the window.

"He's coming home tonight," I assured her with a big smile. "Don't worry, baby, daddy's on his way right now."

That perked her right up. "Really?"

"Promise, darling. Do you want to take a bath with mommy until he gets here?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good." I left a small kiss to her forehead and picked up my phone, then let her dial Harry's number while I went in the next room and started the bath.

"Mommy," she giggled as she came toddling into the bathroom after me. "It's ringing."

He answered on the second ring and the first thing I heard was a huge sigh of relief, then noise like girls laughing.

"Norah, thank god."

"Daddy!" Stella squealed gleefully into the receiver. "Daddy, it's me!"

"Stella!" Harry laughed in reply, his voice sending Stella into her own fit of giggles and random noises. "Sweetheart, you sound so grown up! Are you on mommy's phone?"

Stella bit her finger and looked at me. "No."

"Puppy," Harry said in a warning tone. "You're not lying to daddy, are you?"

"Maybe," she drawled out with another giggle. "Mommy can't talk right now."

"Why not, baby?"

"She's taking a bath."

"Oh really? Is your brother in the bath or is mommy in the bath?"

"Mommy's in the bath with Uncle Liam."

I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laugh and Stella smiled widely as she stared at me.

"Uncle Liam?" Harry finally asked. "Why is Uncle Liam there?"

"He got all dirty earlier and he needs to get clean. That's why people take baths, silly daddy."

"You're very right, puppy," Harry chuckled. "Daddy is on his way, okay? Tell mommy I'm ten minutes away."

"Okay, bye bye daddy," she cooed into the phone.

"Bye bye Stel," he answered with a small sigh. "I love you so much, baby."

She hit the end button then padded over to me and crawled onto my lap as I sat against the cold tile wall, waiting for the ginormous tub to fill up.

"Stella, baby," I asked sleepily, my arms winding tightly around her. "Who is Uncle Liam?"

"My ducky," she stated proudly. Her chubby hands reached behind me and grabbed the large rubber duck Liam gave her for her birthday, and sure enough it was covered in mud. "See? He's all dirty."

"You're so right," I laughed, kissing her curly blonde hair. "Can I ask you something, baby?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever want a baby brother or sister?"

She smiled up at me and tugged on my necklace, her eyes growing wide as she nodded. "Yes."

"Would you be happy if mommy had a little baby in her tummy?"

Stella gaped up at me and I finger-combed her hair back into a ballerina bun, a small frown settling between my eyes as I tried to fix the curls that didn't quite make it.

"Is mommy mad at daddy?" She asked innocently as I stood up and began taking my own clothes off as she shimmied out of her leggings.

"Sometimes mommies and daddies don't think the same way," I explained carefully, a smile still on my face while I helped her out of her muddy shirt. "That doesn't mean I'm mad at daddy, it just means we don't always think the same way. And that's a good thing."

"Oh."

Finally she was naked but I kept my bra on until we got in the water, then took it off behind the cover of the towering suds and frothing bubbles.

She began playing with her mermaid toys as I sat and watched her, my fingers tracing mindless patterns on my stomach underwater. It was quiet for a few minutes until we both heard heavy footsteps, then Harry opened the door and Stella began slapping the water and flinging bubbles in excitement.

"Daddy!" She cried as he stepped inside. "Get in the bath with us, daddy! We're playing mermaids."

Harry looked warily at me and I smiled, surprising him so much that his mouth hung open a little while Stella sang loudly.

"Get in," she repeated, her voice turning whiny when Harry didn't immediately obey. Before the full waterworks could drown us both, however, Harry did as he was told and stripped down to nothing but his boxers, a huge grin on his face as he watched Stella reach for him.

"Hey, puppy," he laughed, his strong hands lifting her little bubble-covered body out of the water and peppering her face with kisses. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands gripping his curls when he carefully climbed into the tub and sank under the water.

The tub was plenty big for three people but his long legs reached across and his toes brushed mine, which made him retract and gaze apologetically at me.

I just laid my head back and listened to Harry talk to Stella, his deep voice seeming to soothe her hyper behavior and my stressed brain.

"Are you sleepy, Stel?" He asked in a voice just above a whisper. "Look, mommy's really sleepy."

I smiled but kept my eyes closed, even when I felt the water slosh and heard Harry's footsteps fading down the hall, Stella surely in his arms. After awhile it was silent again, and I could fully enjoy the warmth and comfort of the bubbly bath.

"Norah," Harry's voice called as he stepped tentatively into the bathroom. "Do you need any help?"

"Yes," I answered lazily. "And you can stop acting so careful around me, I'm not that angry anymore."

"Thank god," he sighed with a small grin, his hands grasping mine and pulling me up easily. "Here, I'll get you a towel."

He turned and handed me the fluffiest towel there was, his eyes never leaving me as I dried myself off and pulled on some clean panties.

I gestured towards his T-shirt on the ground and he grinned as he bent down and picked it up, proudly placing it in my outstretched hand.

"Stella wouldn't stop talking about you," I smiled as I led him to the master bedroom. "Literally would not stop."

"She knows she's a daddy's girl," he grinned, wrapping his arms around my middle and littering my neck with small kisses. "But come on, you were a daddy's girl, too. You still sort of are."

"I know," I laughed with a small yawn. "It's not even worth denying."

"Mhm."

He nestled his head into my shoulder and I let the towel pool around my ankles, leaving me bare except for some lacy underwear.

Immediately his eyes snapped up to the mirror in front of us and he eyed my body, his jaw ticking slightly as his chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

"Baby," he groaned softly, his hands running up my body to cup my breasts. "You're so beautiful, princess. I love you so much."

I placed my hands over his and moved them down to my stomach, my thumb tapping his hand pointedly as I leaned back into him.

"Wait..." he frowned, running his hands around my stomach. "Norah, are you...?"

I smiled. "Maybe."

"Holy f.uck, seriously? Really?" He asked with incredulousness as his eyes widened and a grin took over his pink lips. "You better not be f.ucking with me."

"I'm not," I laughed, turning to face him. "I took a couple tests Tuesday morning and they were all positive."

His face fell suddenly. "You didn't tell me."

"Honestly, I was more concerned with figuring out how I could run you over with my car and not get caught."

"Baby," he pouted, his hand running up and down my back. "I'm serious. You could have told me."

"Harry, I wasn't sure we would be...together," I confessed quietly. "I didn't know what would happen."

He hung his head and dropped his arms from around me, his wet curls hanging in front of his eyes as he turned towards the bed.

"I was so scared of losing you," he said softly as he pulled the covers back. "But I never thought I'd hear you say it."

"If you promise not to do that again, I promise to never say those words. How's that?"

He tried for a grin and I climbed into bed next to him, my head resting on his warm chest as we fell asleep together.

*

I woke up freezing cold in the middle of the night, Harry missing from my side and my feet aching.

"Harry," I called groggily into the darkness. "I'm freezing."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting to happen but nothing did at first, so I called again. "Harry?"

Suddenly I heard a small rustle from the floor and Harry's bed head appeared at my feet, one of his dark eyes open and the other covered by his long curls. "Yeah, baby?"

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Stella had a bad dream so she wanted me to hold her."

"There's a bed right here, baby."

"I didn't want to wake you," he grinned sleepily, one of his hands appearing to run through his long curls. "Come down here and cuddle with me, princess."

"You come up here," I pouted, stretching my arms above my head so the sheet slid off my bare chest. "I'm still naked."

"Damn," he murmured to himself, his eyes fixed longingly on my breasts. "I want you so bad right now, Nor."

I reached for him but he shook his head, his arms tightening around Stella's little body that lay still sleeping next to him.

"Harry," I begged softly in my neediest voice. "I really need you to come cuddle with me, baby. I'm freezing."

"You're such a damn vixen," he rolled his eyes after he carefully tucked Stella back in her own bed. "And I'm horny as shit."

I was already naked so I just opened my thighs a little and wrapped my legs around Harry's body, my skin crawling into goosebumps as his warmth collided with my clamminess.

"Jesus," he groaned, easily sliding into my welcoming body while our lips eagerly kissed at the other's throat. "I wasn't going to say it but,"

I gasped a little as he jerked his hips violently, making my back arch into him as a soft moan left my mouth. "W-What?"

"I've been waiting to see you with a big swollen belly again."

I made a scoffing noise and he chuckled into the base of my neck, his sweaty forehead creating even more heat on my skin as his thrusts got heavier and harder. In only minutes I was saying his name over and over again like it was the only word I knew, and my fingers were digging into his soft muscle like it was the only thing I wanted to feel for the rest of my life.

"Baby," he whined softly as his eyebrows furrowed and his back muscles started to tense up. "Holy shit, I love you so much."

He repeated how much he loved me until we both unraveled at the same time and held each other for dear life, all our limbs tangled up so you couldn't even tell where I ended and he began.

"I love you," he said again as his eyes began to drift closed. "I'm so excited for baby number four."

"I don't know," I sighed, tracing over his bird tattoos lightly. "Four kids is so...chaotic. What if the kids feel left out? What if they think we're replacing them?"

"Remember when you said that about Theo with Stella? And look what happened, he loves her."

"He spits on her!"

"That's love, baby. He's only six."

I snuggled into his side and his arm came around me, keeping me nice and warm as the heat finally kicked on. "What if we waited too long to have another? Jude will be nine years older than our baby."

"He won't know the difference, sweetheart. And Stella will love another sibling, you know that. She needs someone to tolerate her makeup trials."

I sat up and shook my head, a smile on my lips as he sat up behind me and kissed along my shoulder. "You just want her to have whatever she wants."

"Of course I do. She's my baby."

"You have two other babies, you know. They might not want another brother or sister."

"Tough shit. Daddy needs mommy's pussy and they can get over it."

"Harry!"

He laughed loudly and rested his chin on my back, his hands coming around to rest on my tummy again. "Kidding, baby. But they'll be fine, okay? They love you and they'll love whatever sibling you give them."

"I guess." I let out a deep breath and he kissed my shoulder again, his lips lingering a little longer this time.

"It's almost midnight," he whispered into my skin. "Stay awake a few more minutes, yeah?"

I giggled and turned my head to kiss his soft lips, my fingers lacing with his on my stomach as he lazily kissed me back. Finally the small clock in the corner chimed and he pulled away, his dark eyes only inches from mine.

"Happy birthday, princess."

honestly I didn't even plan for baby #4 but it just sort of happened while I was writing

anyone as pumped as I am bc

so basically this story is so long bc I didn't want to make a sequel and a third book so I just changed the numbering system to signify like a new book

If u were wondering why this book is so long (it's like 120 parts or something) that's why

fun fact

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