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Cactus, Part XVIII

This is a bit shorter than I’ve been recently aiming for, but I couldn’t think of anything I really wanted to add. Hope you like! Leave me a line!

Cactus, Part XVIII Summary: The Fam. The Styles Warning: Marital sexiness… nothing major as per usual.

“Good morning, gorgeous husband.”

Harry rubbed at his eyes with his free hand and blinked up at her from the couch, Food Network played softly in the background. He smiled sleepily, his other hand gentle on Evie’s tiny back. “Didn’t want to wake yeh, love.”

“You didn’t.” She smiled and leaned over the back of the couch to kiss him. “I woke up all by myself for the first time in three weeks. Thank you.”

He grinned. “Fed her…” He glanced at the clock. “Two hours ago with what yeh pumped last night.”

She nodded and kissed him again before kissing the back of Evie’s head. She walked around the couch and tapped his legs. When she had settled, she pulled his legs over her lap and opened up the camera on her phone.

Harry had turned back to the TV, his thumb still absently rubbing between Evie’s shoulder blades, massive hand dwarfing their daughter.

She snuck a photo, one that hid her daughter well only her pink onesie and her tiny socked feet visible under Harry’s hand, and posted it to Instagram.

Just something about a big man cuddling with a tiny baby that tugs at my heartstrings. Might be that she’s my tiny baby and he’s my big man. #inlove #miesposo #family @harrystyles

They sat in comfortable silence, watching Celebrity Chef#3 make some random cocktail they were never going to make.

Evie woke up fussy, something that Harry never failed to point out was just like her mother, and Harry sat up to pass her over to Jamie.

“¿Tienes hambre, chiquita?” Jamie made a funny face as her sleepy, grumpy baby frowned mightily up at her, on the verge of melt-down. “Mumma will sort that, won’t she?”

Harry leaned against her, one hand coming rub against the wispy blonde hair that covered Evie’s head- look, she’s blonde!

She hadn’t had the heart to tell him that he had been blonde when he had been a baby. Or that it was very unlikely that Evie’s hair would be as blonde as hers, if she was blonde at all.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as Evie started to nurse. “I’m jealous that yeh get this.”

She hummed and smiled. “It’s an odd sensation. Physically it’s not very comfortable, emotionally it is easily the coolest thing I’ve ever done. But I wouldn’t worry. She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, I can already tell.”

He sat up to kiss her deeply, finger winding through the tangled hair at the back of her head. He smiled against her lips. “ I love yeh.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Thank you for this.” He shrugged. “I know you think it’s silly-”

She shook her head. “Not silly. I love you with everythin’ I am, Harry Edward Styles. I’ve wanted to have your babies since before we got married, because I knew that you’d be an absolutely stellar father.” She shrugged and paused to switch Evie over to the other side and then smiled back up at him. “I was just worried because of all my family bull-shit-”

“That woman wasn’t your family.” Harry leaned forward until their forehead connected, Evie content between them

She nodded. “I know, I know. Still it worried me though and when I realized that you were going to be patient, that you were willing to wait for this one thing you always wanted, I only wanted to give you children more.”

He grinned and kissed her again. “I only ever wanted children with yeh, yeh know that right? I love kids and always like the idea of havin’ me own, but I didn’t actively want them until I met and fell in love with yeh.” He shrugged.

“Wasn’t until I saw yeh with your family that I could imagine our little brood wanderin’ around LA and causin’ havoc in grocery shops. In SA with their fifty cousins, running down to the shop yer mum gets tortillas from when she doesn’t have time to make enough for the whole family, havin’ all the little abuelas comin’ over to coo at how cute our kids are. Wasn’t until yeh that I ever really wanted that.”

She kissed him and he smiled. “So thank yeh. I love yeh.”

“Thank you and I love you back.”

When Evie had had her fill, pulling away from her nipple with a satisfied sigh, Jamie passed her over to Harry and adjusted her cami.

Harry thumbed briefly at Evie’s cheek, admiring the dimple whose twin resided alongside his own smile. Evie yawned, bringing balled fists to her mouth as Harry lifted her onto his shoulder and patted gently at her back until she burped.

“That was a good burp, poppet. Wasn’t it, Mumma?” Harry grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“It was, Daddy.”

Laying her in the crook of his arm, Harry smiled down at her.

“Isn’t she lovely…

Isn’t she wonderful…”

She set Evie down gently in her rocker and and set it to sway the swaddled baby gently. Checking the baby monitor, she backed out quietly and cracked the door. She retraced her steps and found Harry digging through the fridge.

She waited until he stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.

“She ‘sleep?”

She nodded, face still pressed between his shoulder blades.

“Startin’ to sleep longer and longer.”

“Growin’ too fast.” She grinned against his t-shirt. “Want her to stay tiny and cute forever.”

He grinned and turned in her arms and, lifting her chin, pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “She will. She’s gonna be just like her mother, tiny and cute for the rest of her life.”

Jamie snorted. “Wanna have sex?”

He grinned slowly and leaned down for another more lingering kiss. “How’re yeh feelin’, love?”

“Like I wanna have sex with my husband.” She pressed a kiss to his chin and then another one to the corner of his mouth. “Been hot for you since you came home from your run.”

He grinned and pressed her back against the counter. “Thought yeh were ‘sleep.”

“I was awake enough to see you step into the shower. Saw you step outta those shorts. You’ve gotta nice ass, baby.” She mouthed at his jaw, grinning when he groaned, and groped at his ass

“Cheeky.” She giggled against his skin and he leaned down for another kiss. “Yer sure though? Not sore a’tall, love?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not a’tall.”

Harry pressed his hips gently against hers. “Not tryin’ to be funny, monster, but I’m not a small man. Don’t wanna hurt yeh.”

“Won’t.” She stretched up for a deeper kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth. “I need ya, baby. Been six weeks. Hell, longer than that since I’ve been able to be this close to ya. Besides you gotta be sick of nothin’ but blowies and handjobs too.”

“Yeh underestimate how good yeh are at blowies.” He nipped at her lip. “Yeh are very good.”

She working at his belt, smiling as he gasped into her mouth. “Well… despite how good you are at oral, I need ya inside of me, baby please.”

She slipped her hand into his jeans and squeezed him gently. Breathing hot and open-mouthed against her cheekbone, he nodded. “Bed?”

She shook her head. “Need ya now. We can do soft and intimate tonight.”

He kissed her and started leading her back to the living room. “Tonight? Gone zero to sixty, yeah? No sex to multiple rounds, eh?”

“Been six weeks.” She shrugged and, hand on his shoulders, pressed him gently to sit down. He set his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. Hands rubbing down her thighs as she straddled his lap, he sighed and arched up into her. “Missed you. Need to be close to you.”

“I’ve missed yeh too, monster. Missed havin’ yeh clenching ‘round me.” He smirked up at her and smoothed his hands back to squeeze her ass.

She gasped and leaned forward to kiss him, rocking against him roughly.

Harry worked at the button on her jeans and smiled. “Ye’ll tell me if I hurt yeh, yeah?”

Jamie slipped on her sunglasses and started digging around her oversized tote-turned diaper bag. Pulling out a pair of baby sunglasses, she turned to Harry. “Where’s Evie?”

He shrugged, grinning. “Musta left her in the car, love.” She pinched his side and he giggled. “Mitch has her, monster.”

She pinched him again for good measure and looked around for Mitch. She saw him standing a couple stalls down, looking at a guitar vendor.

She snickered. “One, figures he’d find the guitars as quickly as possible.”

Harry threaded his fingers through hers. “And two?”

“Now I’m imagining you teaching him how to tie a Boba wrap.”

Harry shrugged. “Jus’ tied it for him, love. Easier.”

Jamie snickered again. “That visual is even better. Mitch musta loved it.”

Harry leaned over to kiss her and the couple looked up to see Mitch staring at them. “What?”

“Good look for ya.” She held out the baby sunglasses. “It’s bright. In case you need them.”

Mitch smiled, smoothing a hand over Evie’s back and tucked the sunglasses into the wrap. “This thing’s actually great.”

Jamie nodded. “Did they have anythin’ good?” She motioned back at the guitar shop.

“Not really. Nothin’ too old or interestin’.”

“C’mon, monster.” Harry tugged her down the row of stalls to follow her family and the boys.

Espy tucked her hand in Harry’s and smiled, watching Bear streak past, Theo hot on his heels. Esteban came up on Jamie’s free side, almost as tall as Jamie and lanky, wrapped his arm over his shoulder.

“Titi! They’re playin’ Smooth!”

“Doin’ a good job?”

Esteban made a so-so motion. “He’s playin’ a simpler version of the solo.”

Jamie wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulder. “Well there ya go, guapo. You still think you’re learning too slow? You can play the full solo.”

He glowed from the praise and nodded.

Mitch whistled. “He can play Smooth?”

“Yeah, he apparently has been practicin’ since my mom told him we were coming to visit. He’s really good.”

Harry smiled. “Gonna follow his aunt into the music business.”

They approached the pavilion where the band and majority of the food vendors were set up and nabbed a couple tables.

Harry kissed her cheek. “Want somethin’ to eat, love?”

“Yes please.”

“What d’yeh want?” Harry looked over his shoulder. “I think the options are Bar-B-Q and Mexican.”

“Surprise me.”

“I think it’s Uncle Ni’s turn, Mitchy.”

“You’ll have to fight me for her, Nialler.”

She grinned at turned to the bickering men. “Actually I promised Sophia that she could hold Evie after I fed her.”

Niall chuckled. “After lunch, then?”

Jamie shrugged. “That’s all up to you two. You grown. You can fight it out.” Evie started fussing and Jamie motioned for her. “Gotta love a baby on schedule. Ain’t that right, m’hija?” Mitch passed her over and Jamie pulled a nursing blanket from her bag.

By the time Harry returned with their food, Evie had fed and was seconds from falling asleep in Sophia’s arms.

Setting the food down on the table, Harry leaned in for a kiss.

“I’m just saying.” Jamie made a face and Cheryl shrieked.

All three other women jumped, Eleanor’s hand jumping dramatically to her chest.

“Glory, woman!” Mitzi, Niall’s wife, huffed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“That was a Harry face.” Cheryl pointed at Jamie, giggling. “You made a Harry face.”

Jamie sipped at her water, waiting for her cue to hit the stage. “What?”

“A Harry face.”

“What?”

She shrieked again. “You are turning into Harry!”

Jamie grinned. “Says the pot to the kettle. You look like Liam right now. You’re smiling so wide, I’m not sure you can see.”

Cheryl flicked her off and Jamie sipped her water again.

“Jamie, band’s goin’.”

She nodded and silenced her phone, keeping it in her pocket in case Anne needed something. “Okay, girls see you after the show.”

“Break a leg.”

She threw up a peace sign before following Mitch, Josh and Sandy out to the stage.

Later after the show, she yawned and leaned against Harry as he led her off stage. “Tired, monster?”

“Are you not?”

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’m utterly knackered, love.”

“It gets easier.” Liam chuckled and wrapped his arm around Harry on his free side. “Is Little Evie-Stevie sleeping through the night yet?”

Jamie smiled. “Almost. We’re up to five hours in a stretch now. But it’s still a bit difficult to get her to fall back to sleep after she feeds. Or rather: it’s hard for me to get her to fall back asleep. Harry is apparently the preferred parent. She passes out the minute she’s settled in her daddy’s arms.”

Harry grinned, proud. “Not quite-”

“But close.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“Jamie, can I ask you something?” Cheryl stretched up to kiss Liam and then leaned around his body.

Jamie nodded and detangled herself from Harry’s arm. When neither man seemed inclined to move, she shooed them off. She turned back to Cheryl when they disappeared into the green room. “What’s up?”

“So… We’re good at imitating our significant others.” Jamie nodded and Cheryl smiled. “What would you say to maybe… making one of the boys’ older music videos over, with us pretending to be them.”

“That is hysterical-”

“What’s hysterical, love?”

“Shoo! 1DSOs only.” Jamie started pushing Harry towards the green room again, well aware that if he chose to he could easily plant his feet and go nowhere.

He grinned down at her, “1DSOs?”

Jamie sighed like he was being purposefully obtuse. “One Direction Significant Others. Duh. It’s what the internet calls us. Now go. Don’t open the door-”

“Or you shall be cross.”

“Very. Now go.” She leaned up to peck him on the lips and closed the door behind her. “You were saying?”

Cheryl laughed. “We were thinking of doing Perfect. It’ll be the simplest.”

Jamie smiled slowly. “Oh, that sounds magnificent. I’ll talk to Jeff and see if there are any legal issues, but I’m in.”

“Of course, the lads can’t know…”

“Oh, of course.”

“We have exactly two days to do this.” Mitzi flipped through her color-coded planner. “The boys will be in New York and it should be relatively easy to work while they’re busy with promo and such. We can stash anything we need at my atelier.”

Smiling down at Evie in her lap, Jamie ticked the three-month-old’s belly. “Jeffrey said there aren’t any legal issues to worry about and he thinks he can rent out they space they used for the original shoot.”

Eleanor nodded. “Don’t know bout Cheryl but I can be in New York.”

“Me too.”

Leaning over to blow a raspberry on Evie’s stomach through her ‘Mommy and Daddy are Rockstars’ onesie, Jamie added, “SNL said they can get it edited in a day so they can have it ready for the boys episode that weekend.”

Mitzi nodded. “Do you think we can get a wardrobe together in a week?”

Eleanor shrugged. “I’ve got just about everything I’d need.”

“Me too.”

Mitzi considered that. “I actually might too. I have a couple of short-sleeved button-ups in fun patterns… I think.”

They all turned to Jamie, who shrugged. “It can be done. If it looks like it will be hard to find the right shirts, I can see if Lou will help.”

“Or just wear Harry’s clothes.”

Jamie made a face. “Too big. I’ll be swimming.”

“Maybe that would be funny though…”

Considering that, Jamie grabbed her phone. “I’ll see if Dante can run by the house. I don’t even know if they’re still in his closet, I’ll check his closet here when we get home. I’ll take care of it.”

“Then let’s do this.” Cheryl grinned. “This is going to be a blast!”

“It’s gonna be Perfect.”

They all groaned at Jamie’s wide smile and Eleanor rolled her eyes. “You are so much like Harry now it’s not funny.”

“I disagree.” Jamie rubbed her thumbs along the bottoms of Evie’s feet. “I think your Daddy is very funny. Don’t you Evangeline?” She made a face down at her daughter. “Are we like goin’ whole hog? Like drag, drawn on beards and all, or just dressing like them and imitating them?”

The other girls considered that, finally Cheryl spoke up. “I think just dressing like them, yeah? I think it’ll be funnier. Right?”

“It’s bound to be hilarious regardless, but it does mean less work.” Eleanor nodded. “I’m all for not scrubbing a beard off my face.”

“It’s agre-”

“Hello, 1DSOs!!” Harry threw his arms open as her pushed through the door, revealing his exhausted band-mates. Each man dropped next to their respective SOs and favored them with hello kisses.

Pulling away from Jamie, Harry pressed kiss to her forehead before leaning down to pressed a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Hello my girls…” He gathered Evie against his chest and dropped another kiss on the cooing baby’s cheek. “Hello Evie-love. Have you been good for mumma?”

She gurgled and wrapped her tiny hand around her father’s giant finger.

“An actual angel as usual.” Jamie leaned against Harry’s shoulder and made faces down at Evie. “Is it Daddy, Evie Stevie?” Evie smiled a dimpled smile, trying to bring her father’s finger to her mouth. “It is! It is Daddy!”

They waited in their designated seats until the laughter from the first gag died down, Jamie standing on a crate so she could casually reach as high on the window as Harry, before they moved over to where their significant others were sat for the opening skit they thought they were going to do.

Jamie sat gingerly in Harry’s lap, who was still gaping at the screen. He sputtered out a shocked laugh as screen-Jamie tore the sheets off the hotel bed, they had drawn his laurel tattoos on her lower belly.

Niall lost it, his laughter clearly heard over the music, when Mitzi pretended to play the guitar badly and completely missed the cup she was putting into. Liam started giggling when Cheryl, complete with her own drawn on tattoos, blue-steel-ed everytime the camera was on her and winced every time the Sharpie made contact with her skin.

When Eleanor fell trying to bici-kick a football and then both Eleanor and Cheryl fell trying to push over the luggage cart, the crowd lost their minds. Jamie swore she hear Eleanor mutter something like ‘they’re heavier than they look’ at Louis, who had buried his face in her shoulder.

Just before the screen went black, all four women turned to the camera and smiled. “Live from New York: it’s Saturday Night!”

Niall wiped at his face. “Oh tha’s th’best t’ing I’ve eva seen.”

Part XVII Up Next: A Conversation

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