now comes us (pt. 1)
summary: five years later and life with harry has been everything you ever dreamed of.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), established relationship/family, slight age gap, (harry now in early 50s, reader now in mid-30s), time jump, talks about the difficulty of getting pregnant, harry insecurities, smut - missionary, unprotected piv, light dirty talk, harry pins your hands down and covers your mouth, creampie, oral (m receiving), no use of y/n. word count: 8.8k a/n: surprise - update comin' early this week! did y'all miss this story as much as i did? just as an fyi - this takes place 5 years after then came you, so they have 3 kids (stevie - 11, frankie - 6, youngest (you'll find out their name in this chapter) - 5). hope y'all enjoy! this is gonna be a different vibe than vol. 1… it's the calm before the storm <3 part 2. || series masterlist. || read on ao3.
Five years later and your life with Harry looked the same, yet different altogether. You both moved into a bigger home, away from the city, but closer to his parents and yours. And two children became three, with hopes for another child.
You ended up closing your chapter with the diner when Sammy—the youngest—was born five years ago. It had been a decision you didn’t take lightly either. The diner and the people there had become your family, long before Harry and long before Stevie. They saw you grow up, so when you decided to leave, it was an emotional goodbye.
But it made sense. You wanted to be part of your children’s lives without worrying about missing special moments, and there were times that you wondered if Stevie ever resented you for it.
Her siblings managed to get all of your attention—something she didn’t quite have the luxury of when she was younger.
Yet, she never complained. Stevie was still the same sassy little girl that Harry met all those years ago, except now, she was just a couple of years away of being a teenager and it showed too. She wanted to spend more time with her friends, asked relentlessly for a phone so she can be like everyone else (Harry caved, like always), but she was still the same girl who had the biggest heart.
Because she’d help you around the house.
She slipped into the role of being the big sister so easily too.
Frankie admired her—wanted to do everything her big sister did.
And Sammy—short for Samuel after the singer, Sam Cooke—was a sensitive little boy who was the spitting image of Harry, who just wanted to be part of whatever his older sisters were doing.
And Harry, he started working more, especially since his parents retired from the company and named him and his brother as co-CEOs.
But he still made time for you, for the family you both created. Harry still looked at you like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, would come home every night and hold you.
Five years later, and everything just felt right.
“Dad,” Stevie sighed, leaning against Harry at the kitchen counter. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, blinking up at him afterwards. “Can I try a sip of your coffee?”
Harry looked down at her and smiled. “No chance, Stevie girl.”
“But I’m tired,” she said.
“Then maybe you should’ve gone to bed on time,” he said, gently tapping the tip of her nose.
Stevie huffed and then yawned dramatically.
Harry narrowed his eyes.
She blinked up at him. Pleading.
He sighed. Harry could never say to no to her.
“Fine. One sip.”
Her eyes widened with excitement and she nodded, leaning up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, yes, of course. Just one sip. That’s all I need.”
Harry narrowed his eyes and then set the mug down in front of her. He knew Stevie wouldn’t like his taste in coffee—black, no sugar or milk.
“Don’t tell mom?” Stevie asked, reaching for the mug.
“You kidding me? Of course not. I don’t want to get in trouble either,” he grinned.
Stevie smiled and then brought the mug closer to her lips. She kept her eyes on Harry before she leaned forward to take a sip. Quickly, the dark and hot liquid hit her senses and she made a face. It was bitter.
“Gross,” she said, turning around and spitting what she had sipped into the sink. “Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t good?”
Harry laughed, shaking his head as he looked at her. “Would you have believed me if I did?”
Stevie narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “Well, no…”
“Exactly,” he smiled, gently reaching for her hand and kissing the crown of her head. “Had to let you figure it out for yourself, Stevie girl.”
Stevie leaned against him. “Do all coffee drinks taste like that?”
Harry wrapped an arm around her and shook his head. “No, just mine.”
“So… I’m hearing that I might like mom’s coffee?”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m positive you will. She likes her coffee with lots of sugar.”
Stevie’s eyes widened. She smiled. “Then, I’ll give coffee another try.”
“Maybe when you’re older.”
“I’m eleven, dad.”
“Yeah, older,” he repeated.
She huffed and then tried to reach for his mug, but he clicked his tongue and took the mug before she could get to it.
“Fine,” she said.
“I said one sip.”
Stevie giggled. “I know. Figured I’d try my luck.”
Harry smiled. “Nice try. I can say no to you.”
“Yeah, sure… but you rarely do.” Stevie smiled, pulling away from him. “By the way, mom said it was okay that I stay after school today. Taylor’s mom will be bringing me home.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Taylor?”
“Yes.”
“Have we met this Taylor?”
“Dad,” she sighed. “He’s cool! We both like the same things and we’re volunteering to help clean up at the school. It’s fine.”
“He?” Harry asked. “Taylor is a boy?”
“Dad—”
“I’ll pick you up,” he interjected. “What time will you be finished?”
She sighed. “Around four.”
“Great. I’ll be there. To pick you up.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Oh, Stevie girl… if I was overreacting, you’d know it. Now, go get ready for school.”
She sighed loudly and then walked away from him, disappearing around the corner and down the hallway.
“I love you!” He yelled out to her. Harry sighed, hearing the door shut as a response as he looked down at his coffee. Seeing Stevie grow up—seeing his other two children grow up too—have been such an amazing thing to witness, but he did feel sad about it as well.
There would come a day where they wouldn’t need him anymore and Harry was just trying to hold on as long as he could before that day came.
Harry stepped in the bedroom and noticed you come out of the closet with a towel wrapped around your head and a robe covering your body. He bit his lower lip and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
“Hey,” he whispered.
You smiled and turned in his arms, looking up at him. Your hand moved to his cheek, gently brushing his facial hair. He had gone a bit more grey as the years passed, crows feet more prominent at the corners of his eyes. He aged, just like you did, but he still looked so damn good. If not better.
“Morning, baby.”
“I’m picking Stevie up from school later. After her… event or something.”
“Oh, Taylor’s mom can’t take her home?”
He sighed. “Did you know Taylor’s a boy?”
“Yes,” you answered. “Harry, they’re just kids.”
He shook his head. “I don’t feel comfortable with it.”
“Okay,” you said quietly, nodding. “That’s okay.
“Am I overreacting?” Harry asked, his lower lip jutting out unintentionally.
You cupped his cheek and leaned forward to peck his lips. “No,” you answered. “You’re just a protective daddy.”
Harry sighed and nodded, hands moving to your hips. “She’s not gonna need me anymore, will she?”
“You know that’s not true.”
“Feels like it.”
You shook your head and walked away from him to shut the bedroom door, locking it behind you. With three kids in the house, you both started locking the door, especially when adult activities were happening.
“Baby?”
You walked over to him and gently pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him to sit at the edge of the bed. He huffed quietly and unbuttoned his suit jacket, looking up at you as you straddled his waist and undid your robe to reveal your bare front to him.
Harry cleared his throat.
“You know that’s not true,” you repeated. “That little girl looks at you like you hung the moon, baby. She’s growing up, but she’s always going to need you.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“She will.”
“You’re trying to distract me,” Harry pointed out. “Trying to get me to not think about my little girl having a possible crush on a boy who won’t ever be good for her.”
“She’s eleven.”
“You telling me you never had a crush at that age?”
“Well, no…”
“Exactly,” Harry said, eyes dipping lower.
“What will you do when she gets married?”
His eyes narrowed. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly stood up only to lay you on your back with him above you. “She won’t.”
You smiled and leaned up to cup his cheek. “I love you.”
“This isn’t amusing.”
“I know.”
“You’re looking at me like this is funny.”
“Harry,” you sighed quietly, grabbing one hand and bringing to to rest against your chest. “She will always love you, okay?”
“I know,” he sighed. “I know. I just—she’s my Stevie girl.”
“I know, baby.”
Harry bit his lower lip. “I should trust her, huh?”
You nodded. “And trust me too.”
He nodded, moving his hand from your chest to your breast, covering it with his hand. Harry watched you gasp quietly, looking up at him with lips parted. “You’re good,” he whispered. “You know how to get me out of my head.”
You smiled, grabbing his other hand and bringing it to your lips. You wrapped your mouth around the tip of his thumb, swirling your tongue around it as you felt him suddenly push into you.
“Baby,” Harry groaned. “We’re gonna be late.”
“I know,” you giggled, pulling his thumb from your mouth as his hand continued to massage your breast into his palm. “Mmm, don’t see you trying to pull away.”
“God, how can I? Look at you.” Harry cleared his throat as he pulled away from you, standing upright between your legs as you remained on your back. “How much time do we have?”
“About half an hour.”
He grunted. “Can you stay quiet?”
You grinned. “You know I’ll try.”
Harry smirked, reaching down to undo his belt, followed by unbuttoning his slacks and lowering his zipper. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles as he spit into his palm before wrapping a hand around himself. “Oh, I know what you want me to do.”
“Yeah?” You asked, biting your lower lip as you parted your legs for him even further.
“Yeah, baby,” Harry said, eyes taking in every inch of your bare frame. He leaned forward, rubbing the tip of his manhood along you, applying pressure to your clit. “You always did like it when I covered your mouth.”
A strained whimper escaped your lips. You felt him slide the length of his hardened member along your lips, gathering your arousal with each movement. He was hot, throbbing against you lower half and you impatiently reached down to grab a hold of him.
“And you always liked to take your time,” you whispered, guiding him to your entrance. “Please, Harry…”
“God, I love it when you beg,” he smirked, sliding into you in one full thrust. Harry’s eyes fluttered—like it always did whenever he slid into you. Your walls were tight and wet, wrapping around him and sucking him in with each movement.
When you felt him fill you to the hilt, you let out a relieved moan. It always felt like your first time with him—even five years later, you still looked at each other like you both just realized you were both in love.
“Hmm, I’ll beg anytime,” you whimpered, sitting up just so you could remove the robe and the towel from your head. Now completely exposed for him, Harry delivered a rough thrust, causing your body to jerk upwards.
“You promise?” He asked, hands moving to grip your hips. Harry was still in his jacket, dress shirt and tie, but he was completely bare from his lower half. He watched himself slide into you with ease, his length glistening with your own arousal. Harry tried to keep it slow, tried to force himself not to just hammer into you, but it was hard. He never could control himself around you.
“H—Harry,” you moaned, hands moving to grip the end of his tie as you slowly pulled him down.
He grinned and leaned down, brushing his lips along your own. Harry rolled his hips into you, savoring the feel of himself sliding along your walls. “Feel so good, baby.”
“Fuck,” you moaned. The grip around his tie tightened, but he grabbed your hands only to pin them above your head.
“Can’t have you ruining my suit,” he grinned. “Because if you do, I’ll have to change and I—” Harry groaned, one sharp thrust into you. “I actually like this one.”
“Oh fuck,” you said loudly, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth. It was still early, and he certainly didn’t want any of his children barging in either.
“Look at you… at my fucking mercy,” he said, his hips speeding up but being very careful in ensuring he didn’t make too much noise either.
Your moans muffled against his palm, legs loosely wrapped around his hips as you arched your back. He wasn’t going as fast as you’d like him to, but he was still hitting that spongy part deep inside of you with each hard thrust.
“How am I supposed to go to work now?” He asked, growling lowly under his breath. “When all I’ll be thinking about is how good you fucking feel around me, baby.”
You moaned again.
He pressed his hand over your mouth more firmly.
“Gonna let go of your hands now, okay? Be a good girl and grip the sheets if you need to,” Harry smiled, releasing your wrists only to bring the same hand between your legs.
Your hands needed to hold onto something, especially when you felt him begin to apply pressure to your clit and rub it in circles. Instantly, your hands flew to the sheets, gripping them tightly as Harry continued his movements.
He wouldn’t ever get tired of this, of you. You were an absolute dream. The way you looked as you were nearing the peak of your climax—he’d commit it to memory every chance he could get and still, it felt like it wasn’t enough.
“Harry,” you mumbled into his palm, tightening your legs around his hips to pull him closer.
He grinned. Harry was close too. He sped up his thrusts, but still remaining careful to not make it sound like skin slapping against one another.
You were moaning against his hand, gripping the sheets even tighter, as you felt the pressure build and build until it finally spilled over. Your legs pulled him in, body trembling against the bed, as Harry smirked down at you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out to his tip only to slide back into you with ease. He could feel how fucking wet you were, how tight your walls were sucking him back in. He moved both hands now to your hips, hearing you gasp loudly as he gripped you tightly.
You bit your lower lip—hard. You couldn’t moan or make any noise as you normally would, but you knew that Harry was close too. You could feel it in the way he gripped your hips, could see it in his face too.
His hips stuttered, eyes shut tight once he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge. Harry’s hands on your hips tightened even further, fingertips digging into your flesh.
Then suddenly, after a few more rough thrusts, Harry slammed into you and came. Hard. He dragged his fingertips down your hips to the side of your legs and back up, growling under his breath as he filled you with his come.
You smiled up at him and sat up, careful not to wrinkle his shirt or his jacket as you tugged on the edge of his tie to pull him down. He groaned quietly, rolling his hips slowly before pulling out, biting his lower lip as he looked down between your legs.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Morning, baby,” you teased, leaning up and pecking his lips. “Gonna feel you all day now.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed down at you. “I love you.”
You chuckled quietly. “I love you too. Help me clean up?”
“Always,” he said softly, licking his lip as he looked down to see his come trickle out of you. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Then, he stepped away and pulled up his boxers and pants, walking to the bathroom afterwards to grab a small towel to clean you up.
“You ready for the day?” You asked, teasingly.
Harry chuckled and nodded, stepping back between your legs and carefully cleaning up the mess that seeped out of you. “I am now, yeah.”
“Good.”
“But I’m still picking Stevie up,” he said.
You smiled. “I know, baby.”
Then, the both of you heard quiet sounds of footsteps down the hallway. You both looked at each other and smiled.
“Guess the other two are now awake,” you said.
Harry smiled. “Come on, baby. Let’s get the cavalry ready for school.”
Later that morning once all three kids were dressed and ready for school, the three of them sat at the kitchen table each with a plate of pancakes. Harry smiled to himself at the sight of the three of them, keeping an arm around your waist.
“Mama,” Frankie said, looking up at both you and Harry. “We’re going to the park after school today, right?”
“How about we go after we pick up Stevie? That way, it’s all of us.” You replied, walking over to her and kissing the crown of her head.
“And we get pizza?” Sammy, your youngest, asked. You looked across the table at him and grinned—deep brown eyes and dark curls that matched Harry’s.
“Oh, of course,” Harry chimed in. “It’s pizza night.”
Stevie couldn’t help but smile. “I guess… it’s okay that you pick me up then, dad.”
Harry sighed in relief. “Oh good,” he said, walking towards her and kissing her cheek. “I’m glad I have your approval, Stevie girl.”
Frankie giggled and looked over at her older sister. While Stevie had always cared about dressing up and doing her hair now that she was older, Frankie was the complete opposite. She was messy—like Stevie had been at the same age—but she didn’t like dresses or putting her hair in bows. She liked sports, always managed to get dirty and giggle about it too.
Sammy had finished his pancakes first, sliding off his chair and walking towards the kitchen to put his plate away. Harry looked over at him and smiled, following him and picking him up into his arms. “You’ve got syrup all over your face, Sammy.”
The younger boy giggled and then stuck his tongue out to try and clean his mouth. “Mmm, still good!”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Let’s wash our hands and face, buddy.” Then, he held Sammy at sink level for the younger boy to reach. While Stevie and Frankie had the same attitude and features as you, Sammy had reminded Harry of himself when he was younger. A sensitive boy who felt so many emotions, but still had the biggest heart like his two older sisters.
“I think I’m clean now, daddy,” he smiled, turning the sink off and reaching for a towel to dry off his hands and face.
“Good job, buddy. You ready for school?” Harry asked.
Sammy nodded. “My teacher said I’ll be able to write my name soon.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry smiled. “You excited?”
The young boy grinned. Dimples appeared at his cheeks. “Yes, then I can start writing you and mama letters too.”
“You’re so sweet, buddy,” Harry chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose. His attention was pulled briefly when he heard laughter coming from the kitchen table, glancing over to see you, Frankie and Stevie giggling amongst one another.
And he stared at you for a few seconds longer.
Still, you were as beautiful as the day he met you.
You and Harry stood in front of the school as you dropped your children off. It was Stevie’s last year at this school before moving onto middle school next year, but still, it was convenient that all three of them were under the same school for now.
“Frankie,” Harry said, kneeling down in front of her. “Is it basketball or soccer today?”
Frankie grinned. “Basketball,” she answered. “I think I’ll beat the boys this time.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Give them hell, babygirl.”
“Harry,” you chuckled, moving a hand to his shoulder.
Frankie giggled and then wrapped her arms around Harry, turning her head to kiss his cheek. “Love you daddy! Love you, mama!”
“Have a good day at school, baby,” you said, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head before she turned on her heel to go into the school.
Sammy bit his lower lip. This was his first year in school and he was still trying to find his footing, trying to make friends.
“Mama?” He called out.
You knelt down in front of him. “You’re okay, baby.”
Sammy nodded. “You’ll be here when school is done?”
“Yup, me and daddy will be here.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll see you soon?”
You smiled and gently cupped his cheek. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”
“Love you,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you before moving onto Harry to do the same.
“Love you, Sammy,” Harry said, kissing the crown of his head.
Once Sammy walked into the school, Stevie was already about to turn on her heel before Harry gently tugged on her backpack.
“Um, hello?” He said.
You smiled and watched Stevie turn around.
“Dad…”
“Give us a hug and tell us you love us,” he said.
She rolled her eyes playfully. “But my friends—”
“Will see how much you love us,” Harry finished for her. “Isn’t that a great thing?”
You let out a quiet laugh and then gently pulled Stevie into your arms. “Have a good day at school, Stevie.”
She let herself relax in your arms for a second. It felt like she was that same five year old all those years ago. Then, almost like she remembered where she was, Stevie pulled away.
“Okay, my turn,” Harry smiled, tugging Stevie into his arms. “Be good, Stevie girl.”
“I always am,” she smiled.
“See you later, okay?”
Stevie nodded and pulled away to look between the both of you.
“You really will pick me up?” Stevie asked.
Harry answered without pause. “Yes, Stevie girl.”
She nodded and then heard her name being called. She bit her lower lip and then noticed the both of you nod once.
“I love you guys,” she said.
Harry grinned.
You smiled.
“We love you too,” you said, leaning against Harry.
“I love you, Stevie girl.” He repeated.
Stevie smiled and then turned on her heel, jogging to catch up with her friends as she walked into the school with them.
Harry sighed and looked down at you. “Why does drop off feel so sad now?”
You looked up at him. “Because our babies are growing up,” you answered, turning around with him to begin walking back towards the car.
Harry nodded in agreement, keeping one arm draped over your shoulder. “Growing up too fast,” he added.
Now that all three kids were in school, you had plenty of time to yourself when Harry was at work too. You had been so used to working that it took a very long time to get used to this. Even Harry had to constantly remind you that it was okay, that he wanted you to stay home. It was his way of taking care of you.
And everyday, you’d show up to his work with lunch. It was ironic, how you were now the one to make sure he was eating during his lunch break when he used to do it for you.
As you walked toward his office with the food you cooked, you heard Peter from behind you. Turning, you looked over to see the other man who was grinning at you.
“My brother’s lucky,” Peter said, now walking alongside you. “I should convince Charlotte to visit me during my lunch.”
You laughed quietly and shook your head. “Charlotte’s seven months pregnant. You’d be cruel to have her come here,” you teased.
“You’re right,” Peter chuckled. “I should be going home to her to make sure she’s resting.”
“Second pregnancy tough on her?” You asked.
He nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed. “That and it took a while for us to get pregnant a second time.”
You nodded in understanding. Both you and Harry were experiencing your own troubles with getting pregnant again. “Well, just make sure you’re there. I’m sure she appreciates it.”
“What about you and Harry? Trying for a fourth?”
You smiled. “Trying, yeah. No luck.”
Peter gave you a look of understanding. Then, he reached to rest a hand over your shoulder comfortingly. “Well, you guys will figure it out. You always do.”
You nodded and then glanced over at Harry’s office door. “Is he overworking himself?” You asked honestly.
Peter shrugged. “We’re co-CEOs, but I feel like since Charlotte got pregnant, he’s been taking more of the responsibility.”
“So… that’s a yes. He’s overworking himself.” You bit your lower lip.
“I tried to tell him I can handle it,” he whispered. “But—”
“He doesn’t want to burden you,” you finished for him. Then, it was your turn to reach out to rest a hand on his forearm. “Just look out for him when you are here, okay?”
“Always will,” Peter smiled. He reached out and knocked lightly on Harry’s door.
Within seconds, Harry opened the door and you noticed the look on his face before he turned to look at you. You could tell he was stressed—noticed it in his features and his posture too.
“You’re here,” he said, a hint of relief in his voice.
“Did you forget?” You asked.
Harry shook his head. He glanced over your shoulder at Peter and nodded. “Lost track of time.”
“Take a long lunch,” Peter said. “I’ll get to the next meeting.”
“You should be going home,” Harry replied. “Charlotte is—”
“I can handle one meeting, Harry,” Peter interjected. “I’ll go home after that one, that okay with you?”
He sighed. Harry glanced at you and felt the tension in his shoulders loosen just at the sight of you. He finally nodded at Peter and gently reached for the bag of food you were carrying. “Okay, sure. Yeah, thanks,” Harry said. “But if you need to go—”
“I’m fine,” he interrupted. Peter gave you a hug before leaving both of you at Harry’s office.
“I’m sorry, baby, come in, come in,” he said, opening the door further for you to step inside. Once you were, Harry shut the door and locked it, bringing the food to the coffee table where the couch was at.
“How many cups of coffee have you had?” You asked, biting your lower lip.
“Three.”
“Harry.”
“It’s fine, I’m fine.” Harry removed his blazer and set it against the back of his office chair before he walked back over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist. “Missed you, though.”
“You need a break,” you sighed. “You’re… overworking yourself, baby.”
Harry shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Just making sure this company doesn’t go under. My parents trusted me—”
“Trusted both you and your brother,” you corrected.
“He’s got a baby on the way,” Harry sighed.
“And you have a family too,” you replied. “You know, if your mom ever found out how much you’re working, she’d—”
“She wouldn’t let me hear the end of it,” Harry interrupted quietly. “Yeah, I know.”
“Can you just—try to take it easy?” You asked.
He bit his lower lip. “Okay,” he answered. “I’ll try.”
“Promise?”
Harry nodded and moved a hand to your cheek. “Yeah, baby. I promise.”
“Good, now, let’s eat?”
He smiled and leaned in to peck your lips. This time, he lingered though. “What if… what if I want to do something else before we eat?”
You hummed against his lips and moved your hands to his shoulders. “Is that why you locked your door?”
He chuckled and nodded, moving his lips to your jawline now. “You’re my stress relief,” he whispered. “Whenever you’re around, I don’t feel the weight of this company on my shoulders. Feel like I can breathe.”
“Maybe I should be here more often then,” you teased.
Harry pulled back to look down at you. “Really?”
“What would I even do here?” You asked.
He shrugged. “Just… stay in my office? I don’t know.”
“How about… when you feel like the walls are closing in on you, you send me a text and I’ll make my way over here?” You suggested. “Or… you can pencil me in everyday and we can take a walk in the park every morning.”
Harry nodded. “How about both?”
“Yeah?”
He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. “I just… feel better whenever you’re around.”
“Okay,” you said softly. “We’ll take a walk every morning—does ten sound good?”
Harry kissed your cheek before releasing his hold on you to go back to his desk where his computer sat. He pulled up his calendar and nodded, setting a daily meeting every morning at ten. Now, his assistant would know to never schedule a meeting at that time.
“Ten in the morning. Everyday. You and me,” Harry said.
You smiled and then reached for his hand once he made his way back over to you. “Good. For now, you need to eat.”
He nodded and sat on the couch, tugging you onto his lap and holding you there for a few seconds longer. “I love you, baby.”
You smiled and draped an arm around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his temple. “I love you too, Harry.”
He stared at you and let the corner of his lips. He rested his head against your shoulder as you reached for the Tupperware, opening the lid and handing it to him.
He knew he had been working a lot lately. More so than usual. But since his parents had retired and named him and Peter as co-CEOs, he had taken his role seriously. Harry had lots of ideas to expand the company, to make even more money than his parents could ever dream of, but he didn’t want it to be at the cost of his relationship with you or his family. He was still trying to balance work and his home life.
Stevie was the last one to be picked up after her after school clean up with other kids, especially Taylor. Harry watched his little girl come out of the school building with a young boy standing next to her and he could have sworn he had never seen her this smitten before. The boy was inching closer to her and Stevie bit her lip from smiling. It wasn’t until she looked up that she saw Harry with his arms crossed over his chest and his brows pulled together.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Taylor,” Stevie smiled.
“Oh,” the boy said. “Okay. Thanks for volunteering with me.”
She nodded. “I’m always happy to help.”
The boy stopped walking and looked at her with nervous eyes. “Do you think—do you think I could sit with you tomorrow at lunch or something?”
Stevie’s eyes widened. Her smile grew. “Yeah, I think that’d be cool.”
Taylor grinned. “Cool, yeah, that’s… that’s awesome.” Then, he leaned in and gave her a one armed hug before he pulled away abruptly, turning on his heel and jogging to where his mother was parked.
Stevie could feel the warmth in her cheeks as she walked over to Harry, noticing that you were seated in the passenger seat of the car behind him.
“Dad…”
“He hugged you,” Harry said. “Was that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Can you… not make a scene? In case he’s looking,” Stevie whispered, turning to look over her shoulder in time for Taylor to wave at her. She waved back and then turned her gaze back on Harry. “Please?”
Harry sighed. He had been stressed at work. He didn’t want to be stressed about this too. So, he gently reached out and took Stevie’s backpack from her. “Okay, I can be… cool.”
“Are you sure? It looks like you want to say something.”
“I just—it’s nothing.”
“Dad.”
Harry sighed and gently took her hand, pulling her to his side as he let out a breath of relief when Stevie leaned into him. “You’re just getting bigger,” he said. “One minute you’re that same five year old girl who wanted to be around me all the time and now you’re… you’re a preteen with a crush.”
“I do not have a crush!”
Harry chuckled. “Stevie girl, touch your cheeks. They’re warm, aren’t they?”
“So?”
“So… you’re blushing.”
She sighed. “For the record,” Stevie said, opening the door to the car once they were close enough. “I still want to be around you all the time. You’re just… busy with work.”
Then, she climbed in and Harry felt his heart drop. He heard the muffled sounds of greeting as the door shut, biting his lower lip. Stevie had noticed it too. And if she noticed his stress, he was sure Frankie and Sammy did too.
Harry set her backpack in the trunk before rounding the car to the drivers side. He pulled his phone out and texted his mom. Simple, two words that meant so much more. Meant that he was struggling, meant that he was lost.
HARRY: Need advice.
His mother didn’t waste a second to reply. He looked down at his phone at her response. Harry let out a breath. She replied and said that she’d come by the office tomorrow.
After the five of you walked Central Park, Harry kept a tight hold on your hand as your three kids walked ahead of you to go to the same pizza shop that you had been going to with Stevie when it was just the two of you. Marco was like family now, watching your family grow over the years.
“Stevie noticed that I’ve been busy at work,” Harry said with a sigh. “Do I make it that obvious?”
You looked over at him, tightening your hold on his hand. “You just… wear your heart on your sleeve and your expressions say everything.”
“I expect you to notice that, but Stevie?”
“Harry, she’s always been aware of your emotions. Mine too. Even at a young age,” you answered.
He sighed. You were right. Stevie was such an empath—always noticing and feeling other people’s emotions. “I should get better at hiding it.”
You shook your head. “Hiding it doesn’t fix it.”
He bit his lower lip. “Right.”
“Will you at least reach out to your mom?” You asked.
Harry squeezed your hand. “Already did, actually. She’s coming by the office tomorrow.”
“Good,” you said, leaning up to kiss him cheek. “She did this before too, you know. Both your parents.”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whispered. “Not for the company. Not for us.”
Harry’s eyes softened down at you. “It’s hard,” he answered honestly. “I just want the best for you guys and for the company.”
“We’ve got it already,” you answered. “We’ve got you, baby.”
The corner of his lips lifted. “You know all the right things to say.”
You smiled proudly. “I learn from the best. Not too long ago, you were the one saying all the right things.”
Harry looked down at you. He noticed the age in your features now, the subtle strands of grey streaked in your hair. You were still younger than he was, but having three kids did tend to age you a bit.
And yet, you still looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“I love you,” he said quietly. “Thinking when we get back home, after the kids are asleep, we can have more alone time?”
You smiled. “I think I’d like that.”
Harry smiled and kissed your temple. “Good.”
As the five of you approached Marco’s, Sammy was the first one to speak.
“Cannoli?” Sammy asked, looking over his shoulder at both you and Harry.
You smiled and nodded. “After dinner though, baby.”
Harry pulled you closer, releasing your hand only to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Just like Stevie,” he mumbled with a quiet chuckle.
“I think Frankie’s the only one who isn’t too big on sweets like the other two,” you smiled. “Our little athlete.”
The three of them jogged inside with excitement in their eyes. Harry chuckled and kissed your temple, nodding over to the same table. “I’ll grab the food.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, baby,” Harry said, hand moving from your lower back to give a gentle pat to your ass. “Now, go. Sit down.”
“Naughty, Mr. Castillo.”
He grinned. “You like it, Mrs. Castillo,” Harry winked. He walked into the pizza shop as you moved to sit at the table, smiling to yourself as you watched the four of them with loving eyes. You couldn’t believe that five years ago, you and Harry shared a pizza on the very first day you met.
And now, here you both were, five years later. Married. With three kids.
Sammy ran outside and climbed into your lap, snuggling closer to you as the two other girls remained inside with Harry.
“Hi, baby,” you said, cradling Sammy in your arms. “How was school?”
“Good,” he answered. “I made a friend.”
You grinned. “You did? That’s amazing, baby.”
Sammy smiled to himself. “Yeah, he’s nice. He’s new to the school.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Sammy nodded. “I volunteered to help him in class.”
You looked down at him and cupped his cheek. “You’re so sweet, Sammy. I bet it was nice of him to not feel alone on his first day.”
“He said he was sad,” he said. “Because all his friends were back home where he used to live.”
“And now he’s got one friend here,” you said, gently tapping the tip of his nose.
Sammy grinned and nodded to himself, nuzzling his cheek further into the crook of your neck now. You held him closer to your chest and shut your eyes, reveling in the sounds of the city.
“Alright, Frankie, Stevie, what are we getting?” Harry asked, keeping a hold on Frankie’s hand as she slid her own into his.
“Pepperoni,” Frankie answered, looking up at Harry with a grin.
Stevie nodded in agreement. “And cannolis.”
“And breadsticks!” Frankie added.
Stevie giggled. “Yes, breadsticks.”
Harry smiled. “Okay, so the works. Got it.” He glanced at Stevie for a moment and noticed her pull out her phone that he had gotten for her a few months ago before she left the pizza shop to go sit outside with you and Sammy. He sighed and then scooped Frankie into his arms.
“How was school, babygirl?”
Frankie leaned against him. “Good. Our team won the basketball game during recess.”
“Ooh,” Harry smiled. She was so different than Stevie and it had been great seeing the different personalities each child had. “So, mama and I were thinking… do you wanna join a sports team or something? You know, outside of school.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah, Frankie. You’ll get to go to practice, play games on the weekend. That sound like something you wanna do?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes!”
He smiled to himself. He didn’t know where Frankie got her athleticism from, but it excited him—getting to go to soccer or basketball games every weekend to cheer her on.
“But first, pizza?” She asked.
Harry chuckled and nodded, kissing her temple. “Yeah, babygirl. First, pizza.”
Frankie smiled and then rested her cheek on his shoulder, holding onto him tightly. Just like Stevie, Frankie was a daddy’s girl. Wherever he went, she wanted to join.
Dinner lasted for about an hour and a half before all three kids yawned, signaling that they were ready to go home and get ready for bed. Harry looked across the table at you, still cradling Sammy in your arms as Frankie leaned against your side, blinking slowly.
Harry glanced at Stevie, seated to his left who had her eyes glued to her phone.
“I think your screen time is done for the day, Stevie girl,” he whispered.
Stevie looked up at him and nodded. “Okay, dad.”
“Been glued to that thing ever since I got you it,” he said.
She shrugged. “Just texting my friends.”
“Friends?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, friends.”
Harry arched a brow. “Taylor being one of these friends you’re texting?”
Stevie rolled her eyes playfully and put her phone away, shaking her head. “He doesn’t have a phone.”
“Oh? So, what I’m hearing is that kids your age can live without a phone.”
“What? No…”
He chuckled quietly and wrapped an arm around her. “Uh huh,” he teased.
Stevie leaned against him then looked across the table at you. “Mom?”
“Yeah, baby?” You said, looking over at her.
“Can you… can you curl my hair tomorrow?” Stevie asked.
Harry arched a brow. He looked at you and noticed your gaze shift to him. You gave him a look, one that said not to say anything. He sighed quietly and looked back down at Stevie.
“Yeah, of course, baby. You gonna wake up early enough for me to do your hair though?”
Stevie nodded. “I’ll be up and ready, I promise… but if I’m tired, can I get a sip of your coffee?”
Harry looked over at you.
“Coffee?” You asked.
Stevie glanced at Harry. “Yeah, coffee.”
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously between the both of them. “Stevie, I don’t think you’d like coffee, baby.”
“Only one way to find out, right?”
You shook your head.
Harry cleared his throat. “Alright, should we get going?” He interrupted.
You arched a brow at him. “You’re acting… suspiciously weird, Harry.”
“What?”
Stevie gently elbowed his side. He looked down at the younger girl. She gave him the same look you’d give him—don’t say anything. He let the corner of his lips lift before he shook his head. “I’m fine, baby. Those two are ready to pass out and this one needs to sleep early so she’s not sleepy when she wakes up tomorrow.”
Stevie giggled.
Sammy stirred in your arms.
Frankie rubbed her eyes.
“Okay then,” you said, looking between Harry and Stevie again. “Are you two hiding something?”
“Nope!” They both said simultaneously.
Harry smiled and then stood up, gently reaching for Frankie and pulling her into his arms. “Ready to go, baby?”
You nodded slowly, standing from the seat as you reached for Stevie’s hand with your free one. “What are you guys hiding?”
“Nothing,” Stevie giggled, leaning against your side.
Sammy buried his face against your neck and yawned, his eyes now falling shut.
Harry walked ahead of you, whispering into Frankie’s ear as she giggled quietly. Her tiny arms tightened even further around his neck as her cheek rested against his shoulder.
“So, curled hair tomorrow, huh?” You said, looking down at Stevie.
She nodded. “I—uh, I’m having lunch with Taylor tomorrow, so I don’t know. I just want to look nice.”
You smiled and adjusted Sammy against your hip before your released Stevie’s hand only to wrap your arm around her shoulders. “Oh, baby, you always look nice.”
She sighed. “Okay, I want to look nicer.”
You nodded and leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. “My baby’s got a crush.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s just… he’s nice.”
“Yeah?”
Stevie bit her lower lip. “And he’s friendly… and kind to everyone.”
You smiled and held her closer. “Good, baby. That’s really good.”
“And you know his mom, so…”
“Yeah, she’s kind too,” you said softly. “Sometimes, I forget that you’re eleven. To me, you’re still that same little girl who would get syrup or ice cream all over her face. For a long time, it was just you and me, you know?”
Stevie looked up at you and nodded. You reached up and gently stroked her hair back and away from her face. “I love you, mom. Our family… I love it. It’s what I always dreamed of.”
“And daddy? You know you’ve got him wrapped around your finger from day one,” you smiled. “But that doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of that now that you’re older, okay?”
“I know,” Stevie said.
“So, what’s this about coffee? Hm?”
Her eyes widened. “Nothing.”
“Uh huh.”
She giggled. “I asked for a one sip,” she admitted. “I didn’t like it, but dad said that I might like yours… because you have sugar in yours.”
You laughed quietly and shook your head. “You know, I don’t like daddy’s coffee either.”
Stevie smiled.
Then, you continued. “Also… he’s going to be overprotective, okay? You’re his little girl. To him, no one’s good enough.”
Stevie nodded slowly, glancing over at Harry who kept Frankie close to his chest. “I know,” she whispered.
“You know, he’d give you the world if he could,” you said, smiling to yourself as you crossed the street to walk towards the car. “So… if he’s overreacting, it’s coming from a place of love… and fear.”
“Fear?”
You nodded, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. Us parents… when our kids get older, we think that they won’t need us anymore.”
“I’ll always need you, mom. And I’ll always need him too,” Stevie said quietly.
Stevie gave you a quick hug before jogging towards the car after you all crossed the street. Harry buckled Frankie into her car seat before he felt Stevie collide against him, her arms snaking around his waist as she held onto him tightly.
“Hey…” he said quietly, his arms coming to wrap around her too. “Everything okay?”
Stevie looked up at him and nodded. “I love you,” she said.
Harry’s eyes softened. “Aw, Stevie girl. I love you too.”
She buried her face against him and tightened her hold. “Daddy?”
He felt his heart rate pick up. Stevie had stopped calling him daddy for a while now and started calling him dad—just another sign of her getting older.
“Yeah, Stevie girl?”
“No matter how old I get, I’m always going to need you.”
His eyes watered. “Yeah? Even when you’re adult and you have a family of your own?”
Stevie nodded. “Yes, even then. Especially then.”
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around her even tighter. He kissed the crown of her head and sighed quietly, looking up to see you set Sammy in his own car seat. He knew this was your doing, so he mouthed thank you before you shut the door.
Later that night, after the kids were asleep, you climbed into bed where Harry was seated against the headboard. Before you could even move to lay on your side of the bed, he reached out for you and tugged you onto his lap instead.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi, baby,” you said softly. “Dinner was great tonight.”
Harry nodded and rested his hands on your hips, leaning forward to peck your lips lightly. “You talked to Stevie.”
“I just… reminded her, that’s all.”
“You didn’t need to,” he said quietly.
“I know,” you answered. “I wanted to. She’s going to get to that age where she’ll want nothing to do with you or me… but I just wanted to make sure she knew that we’re still her parents.”
Harry nodded. “She called me daddy tonight. I don’t think I’ve heard her say that in a long time.”
“She’s always gonna be our little girl, Harry.”
“I know that,” he whispered. “Just wish time would just freeze, you know? Keep them little forever.”
“I know, me too,” you sighed. “But hey, we’re doing this together.”
He smiled at that. His hands moved from your hips to your ribcage, sliding his hands under your shirt. “Have I told you today how lucky I am?”
You shook your head. “Ah, I knew you were forgetting something.”
Harry chuckled quietly. “I’m gonna do better, okay? I don’t… want to miss anymore moments.”
“Okay,” you whispered, leaning forward to pepper kisses along his jawline. “Maybe I should just show up at the office unannounced to distract you.”
Harry felt his manhood stir beneath you. He tilted his head back against the headboard and shut his eyes, moving his hands further up your body until they covered your breasts. He brushed his thumbs of your nipples as you rolled your hips into his, lips moving down the side of his neck.
“Hmm, that could work,” he mumbled, letting out a quiet groan.
You felt his hardening length against your core, grounding your hips further into his. “I love you, you know that?” You asked, pulling back to look down at him.
He looked up at you and smiled. “I know, baby. I love you too.”
“So… will you let me take care of you?”
His brow arched. “What?”
You pecked his lips and then slowly climbed off his lap only to settle himself between your legs. You palmed the center of his boxers, his hardened manhood against your palm now. “Just sit back… let me do all the work.”
Harry groaned and nodded. He looked down at you and bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe that this was his life. Today was a wake up call for him—he hadn’t been present in his kids’ lives and he certainly hadn’t been present for you either.
“You spoil me,” he mumbled.
“Good. I’m trying to return the favor,” you grinned, moving your lips now to brush against his clothed manhood.
Harry’s hand darted out immediately to hold your hair back, biting his lower lip in anticipation. “Maybe… maybe you should do this every night,” he suggested.
You smiled up at him and pulled down his boxers, watching his manhood twitch against his lower half. “Yeah? I wouldn’t mind that,” you grinned.
“God,” he groaned, watching your lips wrap around the tip of his manhood. Harry cleared his throat, your eyes still locked with his. “Fuck, baby.”
You pulled back and ran your tongue around his leaking tip. A smile still lined your lips. “Harry?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I fall in love with you every day,” you said.
Harry grinned. He reached out with his free hand to cup your cheek. “Oh, baby… I fell in love with you five years ago and I haven’t stopped falling since.”
Before he could continue though, you wrapped your mouth back around him and began bobbing your head slowly. Harry tipped his head back and reveled in the way your lips felt around him, your tongue swirling around the base of him.
“Fuck, baby…” Harry’s hand around your hair tightened as he slowly lifted his hips off the bed. “Wanna try for another baby, hm?”
You nodded, but with his length in your mouth, caused you to just bob around him. He growled before he pulled out of your mouth, his free hand moving from your cheek to grab hold of his base.
“Take off your panties,” he said, licking his lower lip. “And then sit on it. Take what you need, baby.”
You nodded quickly. You were already throbbing and wet between your legs, sliding your panties off like he said before you straddled his hips yet again.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, feeling his tip breach your opening first followed by the rest of his girth, stretching you slowly.
Both of you moaned.
You stared into his eyes.
Harry stared back.
“Gonna fill you up,” he whispered. “So much that I’ll be dripping out of you in your sleep.”
You gasped, lifting your hips before sliding back down. “Get me pregnant, Harry,” you added. “Please.”
Harry smiled. Both of you had been wanting to expand your family, but this time, it wasn’t easy. At least not as easy as it had been with Frankie and Sammy.
He gripped your hips and pulled you firmly down onto him. As you sat firmly on his lap, his entire length filling you to the hilt, you both stared at each other and let out a breathy sigh.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” you replied, leaning forward to press your forehead against his.
It had been a while since you and Harry had sex twice in one day. You both just hoped that it was a sign that you’d end up pregnant this time around.
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