Harry’s in awe.
He doesn’t have the slightest idea on what time it is even if his alarm clock is on the bedside table, but from what’s happening mere inches away from him, he couldn’t care less.
He was careful to grab his phone as he put it into silent mode, the lockscreen of you greeting him as he quickly switched over to take a picture of what he thinks is now one of his favorite memories from the thought with it.
“Can yeh now let me buy you one of those nursing pillows?”
Harry gently said as your head looked towards him, only noticing that he went awake too, a little smile adorning over your lips as you were fighting your eyes not to close.
He chuckled, moving on the bed as he kisses you on the lips and sat beside you, looking down on his son who’s being breastfeeded at the moment, his finger coming to brush over his little knee with a smile.
“C’mon, I promise. Just one, won’t go overboard like I did with the clothes, love.”
“It’s a pillow. And we already have a pillow.”
Harry laughed, rubbing his eyes as he knows you’re as stubborn as him but he let you win this time just because he didn’t want to add stress to you.
The both of you paused as the room was engulfed by comfortable silence, his eyes following everything you did from the way you’re eyes closed a lot longer to how you put him up and wiped some of the milk that was dripping down his chin, cradling him near your chest.
“Yeh need rest. Could watch over him if you want.”
Harry offered as he looks to it as it isn’t, insisting for you to let him take over just so you could catch up on all the restless days and sleepless nights that went by, a tired smile being given to him.
He saw again the smile that’s now embedded in his mind, now something he looks forward to every time he sees you as he nods and confirms it as he stretched his arms out.
“Anything for you.”
You slightly chuckled as he said the line you know he was going to, being so used to hearing it that you weren’t surprised you’ve heard it.
True to Harry’s word, he did mean it as long as he’d see your smile that undeniably still makes his heart flutter, not stopping at anything as he’s a man of many things but he surely swears by to be yours.
He now cradles his baby close to his chest, looking down on him as he knows that as time passes by, the more he looked like him.
He was happy of course from all the comments that pertained to how his son looks like a carbon copy of him and admittedly, he did have some angles and features that resembled yours.
Harry was happier when he saw his son’s smile that he teared up about when he knows it looks exactly like yours, the crinkle in your eyes and the dimples you had.
But this, this is what Harry likes.
He calls him raw moments even with the awareness that he isn’t the first to call memories just like that but he couldn’t care less, now that he knows another one was added to his mind and soon to be written on his journal he dedicated to you.
Harry’s proud and admittedly excited every time he introduces and calls you as his wife. It was something that brought shivers down his spine and a blush on his cheeks he’s sure that would last.
Once he finally puts his son to deep sleep and set him down his crib and kiss his neck gently upon his mother’s instructions, he went back.
And once he finally laid beside your already sleeping figure, your head turned over to him as he knows he has some time to spare.
He smiled, his two fingers pressed to your chest as he looked at it, feeling you heartbeats if he just focused on it and the hum of the aircon be lessened, contented as he felt it in his chest.
Harry had a thought back on his mind as he chuckled and shook his head upon remembering it, lowly speaking the words just for the sake of it.
“M’still gonna buy you that nursing pillow.”