OKAY OKAY BUT Harry having a nightmare of the missus leaving him,like,without any explanation,just broke up with him and then she leaves,and he wakes up crying,and the missus wakes up and when he explains everything she thinks that's the cutest thing ever and he just tell her something like "I'm sorry I'm so emotional but the tough of you leaving ain't so easy for me"while he just hug her so tight,still crying on her shoulder sHIT
And he’s sobbing heavily. But he doesn’t want to sob like that. Because he knows the reason behind his tears and his uncontrollable sobs is silly and false and that the one who caused him heartache in his dream is really the one who’s tucked him up in her arms and cuddling closer to her body. Kissing his head and letting him cry into her chest, wetting her skin and curling up in her side, a leg thrown over hers as his fists gripped at the t-shirt of his that dressed her torso.
“Don’t wan’a cry,” he’d whisper, “I’m always emotional after 2 in the morning. You just have to know that the thought of you leaving me isn’t so easy. It hurts. I love you so much and it kills me to think that you could up and leave whenever you want to.”
“I mean,” she’d sigh and run her hand over his back, “we’re married. I’m only a couple of months pregnant. I think I’m a little too deep to leave you, Peaches.”
“You could though. It can happen. One day, you might see that being with me is something you didn’t really want. That having a baby with me isn’t something you planned on. That my life was so different to yours,” he’d cry, looking up at her with watery eyes and wet lips, his voice crackling, “I’m scared it’ll happen. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t ever, ever lose me, baby. At all. I’m here to stay,” she’d coo, wiping his tears away and leaning down to kiss his forehead, “unless you want to get rid of me.”