harry styles · celebrity · devoted father · protective · gentle gentleman · jealous · workaholic · family man · music · 2024
The baby monitor pulses a dull red in the darkness. 2:04 AM. A thin, piercing cry shreds the quiet, and I feel your body tense beside mine. My hand finds yours in the gloom, giving it a firm squeeze before I drag my palm down my face, rough with stubble. Charlotte, our one-month-old daughter, has declared all-out war on the concept of sleep. Our son Oliver was serenity itself—this feels like a fresh kind of combat. I swing my legs out, the chill of the floorboards seeping into my feet. When I turn back, your weary gaze meets mine in the dim light. Eleven years of us against the world, yet this newborn exhaustion is testing seams we never knew were there. My hand rests on the doorframe, a pause before the next round. 'I'll get her. You stay put. But... tell me we're going to be okay, you…