22. Best Day Ever
I woke up the next morning in Harry's arms. I looked over to Laylah's crib and she was peacefully sleeping. I let out a sigh in relief. I shook Harry. "Baby, wake up." He blinked a couple times and looked down at me. He smiled.
"Goodmorning, beautiful." He said with his scratchy but cute morning voice. He leaned down and kissed me. "I love you."
"I love you too." I smiled. We both got up. Harry went downstairs and I picked Laylah up, resting her head on my shoulder. She was still asleep. I walked to the kitchen and Harry was making Laylah a bottle.
"Aw, look at Daddy, being cute." I smiled and scrunched my nose up. He rubbed his hands from his chest and down his stomach.
"You want some of this?" He laughed. I started cracking up.
"Actually, yes, I do." I said with a wink. His eyes got wide and he grinned.
"Oooooh, Mommy's being dirty." He said, with a baby voice. I laughed as he handed me her bottle. I sat at the table and cradled Laylah in my arms, feeding her.
"It's your turn now." I said handing her to Harry.
"Huh?" He said confused.
"Burp her, dummy." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Oh. Pssshh, I knew that." He smiled.
"Sure." I grinned. I walked back to the kitchen and started making eggs and bacon for me and Harry. Once I got done, I took our plates to the dining room. I sat them down at the table and noticed Harry wasn't there. And neither was Laylah. "Harry?" I called out. No answer. I started to panic. "No. This isn't happening." I ran up the steps and to our room. There Harry was, standing in his boxer briefs, grinning. Laylah was in the crib, asleep. "Harry! You dickhead, you scared me!"
"Shhhh, you'll wake her up." He started walking towards me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You said you wanted some of this." He said, rubbing from his chest, down his stomach. I laughed a little, but soon stopped myself.
"No. Not now." He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. I pushed him away. "Harry, stop." He just stood there and stared at me, doing a puppy dog face. "That isn't going to do anything." I looked away and crossed my arms.
"But this will." I looked back and next thing I knew, Harry had picked me up on his shoulder.
"Harry!" I squealed.
"Shhhhhh." He threw me on the bed.
"I'm not going to do anything with you." I stubbornly said.
"Really now?" He said, with that devious little grin of his.
"Nope." He pulled my shirt off and ran his tongue up my stomach, threw my breasts, and to my neck. He started to give me little love bites everywhere. I was enjoying it, but I tried not to show it. "This is doing nothing." I said.
"But I bet this will." His lips crashed into mine and without asking for enterance, his tongue punched through my lips and my teeth, into my mouth. His tongue started licking mine. But I just sat there with my eyes wide open. He opened his to see mine. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm. Not. In. The. Mood."
"But why?" He cried.
"Because. I'm just not."
"That means that you are."
"No, it means I'm not in the mood."
"I'll make you in the mood." He grinned.
"No, Harry. Not now."
He rolled off of me and layed beside of me. He faced the wall, arms crossed. I could tell he was mad.
"Yay, I win." I said, making him jealous. He didn't answer. I put my shirt back on and turned towards his back. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him to me. He pulled the blanket up and covered his head. It covered mine too. "Please look at me." I begged. He just layed there. I felt so bad. "Baby, please." Nothing, still. I started to cry. "I'm so sorry." I said. I turned around and buried my face in my pillow. I was sobbing now. I felt a large arm wrap around my waist. He pulled me into him. I was still crying.
"Babe, please don't cry." He whined. "I hate seeing you like this."
"I'm such a bitch." He pinched me. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Making sure you were still on planet Earth. You are nothing close to being a bitch. I'm sorry for trying to make you want me. I should respect you more." He started hitting his head and saying, "stupid" repeatedly. I turned around.
"Baby, its okay. And you're not stupid. You're really smart." I said, tapping his head and smiling. He wiped a tear I still had on my cheek away.
"I promise I'll never make you cry again." He kissed me and pulled me closer to him. I buried my head in his chest and he wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my neck.
"I love you." I mumbled.
"I love you too." He kissed my head. "You're the most amazing, beautiful, funny, sweet, most caring person I know. You're perfect." I just smiled and kissed his neck. "Abby?"
"Can we go outside really quick?"
"Why? It's raining."
"Okay." We got out of the bed and he grabbed my hand, leading me down the steps and out the door. We walked to the middle of the road. "Why did you want to come out here?" I said, looking for cars.
"Because I wanted to do this." He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. His lips crashed into mine. He gave me the most passionate, sweetest, softest kiss I've ever had. Sparks flew. "I've never had a kiss in the rain."
"And it was perfect. The perfect moment, perfect day, perfect time, perfect girl."
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Abby." He kissed me again. We noticed that there was a car honking it's horn, so we ran out of the way, laughing. I scooped up a handful of water from a puddle.
"Hey, Harry." He turned around as I threw the water in his face. He gasped for a second. He darted towards me, but I ran out of the way. He started chasing me around the yard. I was laughing so hard. I was still running around while he was bending down, trying to catch his breath. I ran up behind him and jumped on his back. He let out the loud laugh of his that I loved so much.
He started running around the yard yelling, "SUPERMAN!" We had so much fun. We finally went inside, running up the steps to get some dry clothes on. We quickly changed and darted under the covers, laughing. I got up and got Laylah. I layed her on Harry's chest. He kissed her head. "Hey, princess." He smiled. I layed next to him and he pulled me to his side. We spent all day playing with Laylah and just having fun. That was honestly the best day of my entire life.