Warning: mature content

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His hands were everywhere.

"Harry, not now." She gasped just as he nuzzled his face into her neck and let his teeth scrape against her sensitive skin. The brown curls brushed her chin and his scent was all she could smell -enveloping her completely, drowning her in his freshly sprayed cologne.

"You look good enough to eat." He grunted into her ear, and then took a step back to inspect her outfit thoroughly; the skin tight, crimson velvet material hugged her curves in all the right places and the charcoal pumps on her feet only made her look even taller. His eyes shamelessly travelled up her exposed legs, licking his lips in the process. It was like each spot he burned his eyes into, grew ten times hotter. Her chest area grew the hottest, but she tried to ignore the suggestive stares for the sake of her ironed dress.

More than often, they'd been going at it like a bunch of mutts in heat. Now being a prime example of that. Moira couldn't go a minute without gawking at him, at his mere beauty, and practically undressing him with her eyes. While Harry felt the strong urge to touch her and prove his love; all the time.

Quietly tugging her up against his chest, his hands having a firm grip on her waist. She took nice, steady breaths, forcing herself to calm down in his arms. "We can't, baby." Moira insisted feebly, her vision growing hazy with pure lust. "Everyone will be here in an hour."

"See? We have time." Harry murmured as his hands moved away from her waist to circle around her, cupping her ass and propping her more towards the prominent bulge in his pants. Their chests were pressed firmly to one another, his eyes piercing down into hers. She could see the raw intensity of his desire for her-and she could see hers reflecting back.

"I still need to set everything u-"

Suddenly, he picked her up, as if she was as light as a feather, and set her atop the kitchen counter. He spread her legs and slid his way in between, his hands holding them apart so he could make room. His fingers moved her dress up in the front, letting his finger pads lightly run across her thigh, brushing over her panties. He wasn't exactly touching her; hardly skimming over her delicate skin. Harry watched her intently as her breathing picked up.

"Should I touch you now?" He questioned in a heated whisper, now palming her without an ounce of hesitation. His hand was warm as he explored her damp folds over the thin fabric. "Or should we wait until after the party?"

Moira could only whimper in reply.

"Tell me," He urged, pulling her panties aside to touch her swollen bundle of nerves.

"Harry," she whispered jaggedly. "Please." Her heart was beginning to thud in her chest erratically, her knees beyond feeling weak and her head going light-headed.

"Please what?"

"Please. Touch me."

A smirk tugged at his lip as he slipped a finger inside of her. She stiffened instantly, her mouth going completely dry when he added another finger. They slid in easily, because of how wet she was. A strangled moan left her lips as he began to slowly, sensually pump three fingers in and out of her core. She could barely remain sitting upright with the amount of pleasure attacking her senses, so she placed her hands on his shoulders to support herself. She couldn't help but moan a few times more, her eyes tightly closed, pleasure over taking her body. It would feel so much better if Harry took quicker movements-like vibrations.

"Oh god."

He was driving her further over the edge, pushing her closer and closer to the climax. Soon, her entire body lurched and she clenched around his fingers. A gasp escaping her as her muscles shuddered with the powerful orgasm that rocked through her like tidal waves, shooting down her arms and legs and belly, simmering down to something numb and tingly. Time had stopped completely, everything had stopped and she could see stars blurring up her vision.

Letting her forehead lean against his, she could hear her quiet panting as she tried to pull herself back together. Unlike half of the planet's male population; Harry knew exactly how to pleasure the opposite sex. He never failed in making her reach her high, and leaving her body feeling so exhausted, as if she had run a mile. A very satisfying one, at that.

Finally, he slipped his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth -staring her straight in the eyes as he sucked off her juices. Another breath hitched in her throat, and Moira could feel her core warming up all over again at the sight of him. He let his hand drop to his side and eagerly connected their mouths, playfully biting down on her lower lip as if to clarify his intentions.

"Harry, that was-" she was cut off when she felt his lips sift against her own, successfully shutting her up. The kiss was gentle, his lips hovering just above hers as their breaths mingled together. He lifted his head and stepped back, smiling cockily.

Sitting there dumbstruck, Moira could just about hear him speak the next words in a hoarse tone. "I know. And you, taste amazing."

That was all it took for her to devour his mouth all over again. Their kisses were like magnetism, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out what could have a sole purpose of mattering a smidge more than them, together. The make out session was taking such an intense turn, that she wouldn't be surprised if their lips were bruised and swollen at the end of it.

"Moira? Harraël?"

The voice of her mother cut through the air and they flew apart. Hurriedly, Harry helped her off of the kitchen counter. She tried to wipe the creases from her dress as Emelia entered the kitchen, and shot them a sceptical look. "What were you two doing?"

Whereas Moira resembled a dear caught in the headlights, Harry seemed completely at ease. "Nothing!" She said quickly, her voice shrilly, just when he uttered, "Making out."

In reply, Emelia rolled her eyes -knowing precisely what they had been doing, despite Moira's efforts to hide the obvious. The swollen lips, flushed cheeks and messy hair were worth a thousand words. None of them being 'nothing'.

"Now where is that grandson of mine?"

Glad with the change of subject, Moira answered. "Upstairs, having his late afternoon nap."

"All that boy ever does is sleep." Her mother grumbled, pulling a moody face.

"He is a baby..."

Emelia sighed, "Right.."

To celebrate her 29 years of existing, Harry had convinced her to throw a huge, major birthday bash. Which in her world, meant she had invited more people than just her mother. This, however, did not mean Emelia wouldn't be the first one to arrive. Because evidently, she had done just that. In fact, she was 50 minutes early.

Harry had asked his bandmates to come, and each of them had --surprisingly enough-- accepted the invitation. Lizzy would be there, with Bella. Emelia's sister --Moira's aunt Elena, accompanied by her two daughters, Jamille and Ellie. And last but not least: Cassandra, also known as Mama Stones.

Even though Harry had met her mother at plenty of occasions, Moira had yet to be introduced to his. She'd been furious with her son when he informed her he was off the market --a bachelor no more-- and demanded a meetup with his girlfriend as soon as possible.

Now nearly three months later, the meetup had finally arrived.

Moira was a nervous wreck. And unfortunately, her nerves had a knack for ruining anything. She couldn't help it. All she wanted was to make a good first impression and have Cassandra approve of her. Not to forget that tonight would also be the night they'd tell everybody the identity of her sperm donor. In other words, one more reason to be nervous.

A little less than two months ago, Moira had come to terms with Harry being a daddy... Ollie's daddy. And through the past seven weeks, many changes had taken place.

He had officially moved in with his family. The only time he only ever went back up to his penthouse was to grab more clothes and to write songs in his music room, so they figured; why the hell not? Moving his entire wardrobe and possessions had been a piece of cake, only took them a day of lifting and carrying. And since the apartment had plenty of space and enough extra rooms, it was no problem at all. The studio equipment and instruments were a whole other case. But thankfully, Finn, Isaac, Cade and Heath had come to their rescue.

Piece by piece the band had started picking up a schedule again. The majority of the next album had been recorded in Sweden but they still needed some bonus tracks for the deluxe edition. Instead of working in New York's finest studios, they'd opted for the music room that was now located in in Moira and Harry's apartment. They would lock themselves inside for 24 hours straight to spend some quality time together, and hopefully create a few hits.

The boys would regularly join them for dinner. And even though they didn't know Harry was Ollie's actual father, they had taken the liberty to declare themselves as his uncles.

Moira worked three days a week, remarkably less hours than what she used to. Truly, she loved her job. But now that she had Ollie and Harry, she found herself glancing at the clock every ten minutes -eager to go home.

Oliver had grown significantly. Both mentally and physically. He had been an early crawler, but was now starting to pull himself up to a standing position while holding on to furniture. This newfound mobility meant that he was entering the land of bumps and falls; an inevitable part of childhood. His parents hearts would occasionally skip a beat or two, but they tried to enjoy watching him explore his surroundings and develop his skills.

He would clap his hands when he was excited, throw kisses to his mommy or daddy or wave at the most random moments -or strangers. He was also beginning to master the pincer grasp; a delicate manoeuvre that allowed him to pick up small objects with his thumb and first two fingers.

And considering four teeth had already poked through his gums, breastfeeding had become rather... painful. Moira would still let him suckle once a day, but besides that his daily amount of food consisted of no sugar cereal, small pieces of lightly toasted bread, small chunks of banana or other very ripe peeled and pitted fruit, like mango, plum, pear, peach, or seedless watermelon, small cubes of tofu, well-cooked pasta spirals, cut into pieces, chopped hard-boiled egg, mashed stewed prunes, small pieces of well-cooked vegetables, like carrots, broccoli, peas, zucchini, potato, or sweet potato, pea-size pieces of cooked chicken, ground beef or turkey, or other soft meat and much more.

At eight-and-a-half months old, he was turning into a little man already and Moira discovered that what they say is true, babies really do grow up fast. Seemed like only yesterday when she first laid eyes on her precious little angel, their precious little angel.

As Emelia and Harry unwrapped the tin foil from the snacks she had prepared, Moira went upstairs to get Ollie ready and dress him to kill -with cuteness. Like usual, he was wide awake and playing with his fingers. On which he was so deeply focused that he didn't pay mind to his mother when she picked him up nor when she changed his diaper. All that mattered were his fingers.

She had him dressed within no time, in a crispy white shirt, a small black suit and baby-sized Adidas superstars. Feeding him his daily dose of milk, she used a soft towel to protect her dress from spills and once his belly was satisfied, she burped him. Cuddling him to her chest, she blew raspberries on his chubby cheeks, making him squeal in delight. Not wanting to tire him out, she stopped and carried him downstairs where the party had already started.

Everyone burst out in the birthday song when they saw her descending the stairs with Ollie in her arms. "-ppy birthday dear Moiraaaaa.. Happy birthday to you!"

Both her, and Oliver, were being approached from all directions; all wanting to congratulate her and say hi to the wide eyed, adorable looking baby. First came Lizzy and Bella, holding a plastic bag filled with presents -that she would unwrap later on. Then

Harry's bandmates were next, each of them kissing her cheeks and wishing her a happy birthday. Finn handed her a neatly wrapped package and insisted she unwrap it on the spot. Not able to resist the curiosity bubbling in the pit of her stomach, she handed Oliver over to his daddy and began tearing the gift paper off.

She gasped.

It was a real, diamond-coated vibrator. According to the note attached to it, it was meant for when Harraël was busy... She politely thanked them with a pair of flaming cheeks and then looked at Harry, who seemed aggravated by his friends' present.

"What a load of bullshit," he exclaimed. "If she needs me, I'll make time."

Out of the blue, two hands covered Moira's eyes. "Guess who?"

Quickly turning around, she wrapped her arms around her cousins, squealing as she did. Ellie and Jamille were her aunt Elena's daughters and they'd been studying abroad in England. Meaning that she hadn't seen them in five years. They were twins, and two years her junior, though you could hardly tell.

They spent some time exchanging tales, anecdotes, and generally trying to catch up. At one point, Moira knew she had to go socialize with the other guests as well. She excused herself, went to look for Harry and found him talking to an unfamiliar woman.

At the sight of his girlfriend, Harry got distracted from his conversation and turned to Moira -still holding their son. Ollie gingerly reached out for her to which she instantly responded and took him from his dad's arms.

"Why hello, munchkin." She cooed, repeatedly kissing his temple as Harry grabbed her by the cheeks and gave her a peck in greeting -one that could never display anything but great fondness, right there on her lips. Moira's gaze finally landed on the woman and noticed her looking transfixed by the three of them, with tears escaping her eyes.

Wrapping a protective arm around her smaller form, Harry cleared his throat and faced the woman. "Mom, this is Moira."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, ma'am." She was nibbling nervously on her bottom lip, looking timid and feeling edgy from Cassandra's piercing stare.

Instead of offering her a similar greeting in return, she took a step closer and briefly touched Moira's cheek. "Thank you," She hastily wiped at the tears slipping by before elaborating. "for making my boy happy."

Moira simply nodded. "If he's happy, I'm happy."

As her words slowly sunk into Harry, his brain registering what she said, he gazed down at her with complete love and adoration. God, how had he ever gotten so lucky?

His mother laughed heartedly and introduced herself as 'Cassie'. They continued talking for quite a while, chatting in the living room until Ollie yawned and attracted their attention. It was nearing 8 o'clock -his usual bed time- so him growing tired was no surprise.

"Good heavens," she briefly touched Oliver's cheek in the same fashion she'd done to his mother an hour prior. "he really does look exactly like Harraël when he was his age."

Moira turned to Harry, shocked. "Did you tel-"

"No," He interrupted her, shaking his head. "she figured it out herself."

Cassie winked, "A mother's intuition."

The night progressed peacefully, filled with laughter and interesting conversations, with plenty of wine and beer to consume. After taking Ollie to bed, Moira returned downstairs and send Harry a knowing look; indicating that it was time for their announcement.

"Guys --we have an announcement to make!" He said suddenly, his face entirely serious and solemn. He was standing, waiting for everyone to get silent. The last person to quiet down was Finn, who had previously been chuckling. When everyone was silent, he said slowly, "I am Ollie's dad."

And like that, he was beaming at the small crowd, his eyes alit with happiness, excitement evident in his features. He looked so much younger, so much more boyish when he said this. And Moira was smiling shyly beside him, her arms crossed unconsciously over her chest, her blue eyes staring at him in adoration.

However, everyone was silent. All except for a sleepy looking Bella, who was sipping on her sippy cup, oblivious to the magnitude of her uncle's statement.

"Hello?" Harry said louder, chuckling. "Didn't you hear me?" he snaked an arm around Moira's waist and pulled her flush against his side. "Moira and I have a child together, I am Ollie's biological father!"

And that was when everyone started clapping. Emelia started it, and Cassie followed, and soon, they were all clapping. It was hard not to share Harry's enthusiasm about the whole situation, especially when he looked so happy. In the end, his bandmates, Elena, Jamille and Ellie were the only ones unaware of the truth -the rest had figured it out themselves.

Though that did not stop the partygoers from expressing equal amounts of excitement and congratulating the couple heartedly.