A/N: It's been a while since we've had some popcorn so here ya go 🍿 😏

After a much needed twenty minute shower, I feel both refreshed and exhausted; refreshed because it's better than the hospital's shower stall and exhausted because it feels like I've been crying constantly. It wasn't my intention to spoil the important detail of our twins' gender to Anne and my dad earlier today.

Luckily for me, my dad and mother-in-law are the two most understanding and forgiving people I've ever met. I can only blame so much on this pregnancy brain, but if it keeps on or gets worse, I'm going to talk to Dr. Tate about it.

Gentle taps on the closed loo door earn my attention. "Yes?"

"M'just checking on you. How did the shower seat work for you?"

Looking at my semi-fogged reflection in the mirror, I pull the towel from the top of my head, "It was wonderful, Anne. Thank you for buying it. I'll look up the cost of that and the toilet thing so I can-"

"You'll do no such thing. Now take your time and enjoy your nap. Leo and I are going to take Maggie for a walkie to give you and Harry some privacy, but you can reach us on our cells if you should need anything."

"Okay. Thank you, Anne," I reply, combing my hand through my wet hair and I realize it. "Ugh, why did I wash my hair? I didn't want to-, oh for fuck's sake. Where has my blasted brain gone?"

I begrudgingly grab my hair dryer from the counter and plug it in. I switch the button on and proceed to blow dry my hair that's just going to get all messed up from taking a nap. I shake my head in disgust, placing my free hand on the edge of the counter to support my torso and I continue drying my hair.

Thanks to the prenatal vitamins, my hair has grown and gotten thicker and shinier and I wonder if I can continue taking those lovely vitamins even after the babies are born. Even though Harry can't see it, he can feel the difference and improvement of my hair, and he still says I'm the most beautiful woman he's never seen.

Smiling to myself, my arm becomes tired and I stand up straight so I can switch hands holding the dryer. The wet spots on my t-shirt from my hair seem to upset me more than usual and my vision becomes blurry.

"Oh this is ridiculous," I giggle through my tears, switching the hair dryer off and I set it on the counter.

As I watch my reflection in the mirror, I comb my hand through my damp hair and style it with a simple side part. The maternity jumper and joggers are soft and comfortable and I turn to the side, smoothing my hands down my belly. The same bubbly sensation from earlier travels up the side of my belly and it catches me off guard.

"Is that . . . is that you, babies? I can't tell if it's you or just gas. I wish you could start kicking and moving around soon, not just for me, but for your father. He needs to feel both of you kicking in there. You don't understand how important it is. One day I'll tell you both that your daddy's blind, but for now, could you just kick? No pressure though. And preferably not when I'm sleeping." My silly request makes me smile and there's a knock at the door. "Yes?"

"Are you doing alright in there, love?"

I smile at my husband's concerned question, "I'm fine. M'almost done." I give my hair one last comb through and I blow out a minty breath before opening the door. "Here I am."

The corner of his mouth curls up, "There you are and you smell positively delicious."

He holds out his hands and I guide them to my waist before wrapping my arms around his shoulders. My eyes flick up and down from his eyes to his lips and I cup his cheek. He takes it as a cue to kiss me and he ducks his head down. I close my eyes in anticipation, inhaling sharply at the incredible sensation of his lips pressed against mine.

Since we've been staying in the hospital the past four days and the stress of the reason, we haven't been able to show affection to each other. Even before that, I haven't felt sexy enough to do things, but this moment right now is definitely sparking something inside me.

As our kiss deepens, his hands slide around my bum and he gently squeezes it. The sensation makes me moan into our kiss and I slide my hands down to his chest. Our kiss falls apart naturally, leaving both of us breathless and speechless.

I open my eyes and blink a few times to clear my vision. "Harry, I-I-"

His lips cut me off in a frantic kiss and I close my eyes, wrapping my arms even tighter around his shoulders. His tongue slips into my mouth and ignites the fire in the pit of my belly, sparking electricity all throughout my body from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet.

Our kiss becomes sloppy and as he starts kissing his way to my neck, I work at unbuttoning his shirt. With my hands pressed on his pecs, I push his shirt off his shoulders until it drops to the floor, leaving him in just his trousers.

"Mmm," he hums on my neck which sends shivers down my spine. "I love your neck. So soft. So beautiful."

"Oh God, I need to lie down."

Harry leans back and is in protective husband mode, "Let's go over to the bed."

Humming in response, I take his hand in mine and lead him over to the bed. "Here's the edge. I'll go on the other side since my pregnancy pillows are there."

"Okay," he replies and I walk around the foot of the bed, closing the door to the bedroom. As I crawl onto the bed, the same bubbly sensation happens followed by a distinct feeling I've never felt before.

"Oh my God."

"What? What's wrong?" he worriedly asks as I position myself to sit up against the decorative pillows with my legs stretched out. "JJ, what's the matter?"

"I think it was a kick. A real kick."

"Really?" his voice cracks and I can't hold back my tears at his hopeful expression.

"Yes, gimme your hand." I place his hand on the side of my belly and he scoots closer. We stay perfectly still waiting for it to happen again and a tiny kick thumps on our hands.

"There it went," Harry excitedly says. "That was a kick, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I believe so. It's very different than the bubbly sensation I had before. This was a distinct-" I'm cut off by another thump on the opposite side. "There's another! Both babies are kicking right now."

"Where? Where?" Now that both of us are laughing in sheer joy, I guide his other hand to the spot and watch the pure amazement on his face. "There he goes! Oh my God, this is incredible, JJ."

"I know, I know. I'm so happy. Kiss me."

Harry leans in close and I meet him halfway, closing my eyes as our lips form together. I let go of his hand to cup his cheek and he slides his hand up my arm until it settles on my neck. I'm left breathless and pull away from our kiss to catch my breath.

"Do you still want to . . ."

"Yes, if you still want to," he exhales deeply, smoothing his hand down to hold my hand. "I know we've had some obstacles to get over the past several days, but I think the bottom line is that we got over them because we love each other. JJ, I love you more than words and I want to prove my love to you now. I feel it, and I can sense you feel it, and I, I just love you."

Even though his eyes are looking anywhere but me, I know he's looking straight into my soul.

"If I say anything other than 'I love you,' I'm going to burst into tears, so I'll just say I love you, Harry."

He smirks, "That's all I wanted to hear anyways."

I swallow harshly, leaning in close and I kiss my husband. My eyelids shut as we settle into the fluffy pillows. The relief on my back feels divine and as we continue kissing, our hands begin exploring each other's bodies.

His chest is hot beneath my palm and rising rapidly no doubt from the fact that we're going to be having sex soon. The thought of it actually happening gets me hot and bothered and I slide my hand down to the waistband of his trousers.

Our kiss falls apart and I watch as he feverishly works at unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I can't help but smile at his eagerness as he hurriedly pushes them off his legs. He starts to take off his boxers, but I stop him so I can work him up a bit.

"Just a second." I let my fingertips brush closely around his dick causing him to groan in frustration. "I don't remember these boxers. They're nice. Oh . . ." I pause over his dick and begin stroking its length. "Now I know it's been a while, but this I remember."

"Fuck, JJ," he breathes out, gripping my waist and he slides his hand down between my legs. Even through the thick material of my joggers, the sensation makes me tingle all over. "I want to feel you. I need to be one with you."

His words make me feel some sort of way that I can't explain, so I work at pulling my joggers down. His hand slides down my thigh and back up to grasp my naked bum and I shift my leg to rest on one of the pillows so he has access. As his fingertips graze over my pubic bone, I continue stroking him through his boxers and he starts pushing his hips into my touch.

My jaw slacks as his fingers find my clit, "Yeah, there, baby."

He hums in response, ducking his head closer and he starts kissing my neck while still rubbing me. A nibble makes me gasp and I grip his dick, earning a groan.

"You wet yet?"

"Mhm, just do it. I need it. You need it. Just fuck me."

Harry nods quickly and pecks my lips before shuffling down the bed and I watch him kiss down my belly until he settles between my legs. As his tongue licks me, my head falls back into the pillow and I close my eyes. The swirling of his tongue and his finger working me up sends me spiraling and I grasp his hair.

As quickly as he started is as fast as he stops and he kisses his way up my belly until he's hovered over me.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Okay," he smiles softly and ducks down with puckered lips.

I lean my head up and meet his lips with mine. He guides me back down to the pillow and the sensation of his fingers feeling around for my entrance makes me inhale sharply through my nose. He pulls away from our kiss as if he's concentrating and he finally slips inside me.

The exquisite pressure and stretch makes me lose my breath and I grab onto his biceps. As he begins moving at a slow pace, I relax my legs onto the pillows surrounding us and I'm as comfortable and supported as I can be right now.

"You feel so good, baby, uh."

Harry's groans push me closer to my high and I place my hands on my belly to hold still and a tiny thump on my palm makes me smile. Harry stills on top of me and presses his forehead on mine. He's out of breath as he leans back and I brush his hair back.

No words are necessary right now. All that we've needed and wanted is right here. I feel it. He feels it. And I couldn't be happier.***

A/N: Y'all are so awesome you get two updates today. Yippeeeee

Not much else to do since we're basically iced in here in Northeast Texas lol at least we have power unlike last February's storm.

Have a super duper wonderful weekend 🤗

Much Love.
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