Ever since Harry came back a few days ago, things have started to go back to normal, Scott hasn't appeared or sent anything else to the house. We weren't sure what twisted game he was playing but we hoped that he just wanted to mess with us and scare me a bit and that be it.

"I'm gonna go pick up the kids, are you gonna be okay here? Do you want to come with me?" Harry asked, poking his head in the bedroom. I shook my head no, shutting the laptop in my lap.

"I'm good, I've got some stuff to work on and still have to call grandma, you go. I'll be okay." I smiled at him. Harry nodded and kissed my lips tenderly.

"Okay, I love you. I'll be quick." He said, kissing me once more before leaving the room. I sighed and opened my laptop back up.

I stared at my screen, scanning over the information for the 5th time. 2016 Dylan Montgomery, 26, male, wanted for battery. I felt sick to my stomach. Ever since I found out that Scott was in fact the one that was sending the stuff to the house, my brain turned into a whirlwind.

Last time it was Harry that was consumed by finding Scott. Now, it's me. I didn't let Harry see it though, every chance I was alone I was trying to find any information on Scott. Now that I know his real name, it's like learning all about a completely new person.

Scott- Dylan Montgomery, the man i thought I was in love with, was a criminal. He was in and out of jail for years before we met. Sure I knew he wasn't the best of guys in the world, always on drugs and out doing sketchy things but I never thought he was a convicted felon.

I felt trapped in my own brain, I couldn't stop reading though. I initially started the search to see if I could find his current whereabouts but I was instead met with all the past shit he's done with his life. What angered me the most, was that I was stupid and naive enough to not see all the red flags and signs that he had displayed.

How stupid of me to be with a guy that was only pretending to be who he was. How could I let a scumbag like him fool me so bad.

I sighed and closed out all the tabs, not wanting to sink further into the hole. I closed my eyes and plopped onto my back on the bed.

"Don't give him the power to consume you." I repeated to myself over and over again.

~~~

"Mommy.. Mommy.." I groaned slightly, feeling someone poking my cheek repeatedly. I opened my eyes slowly to see Pen, Danny and Harry staring down on me. Penelope poking my cheek and Harry grinned, dimples on full display for the world to see.

"Hi, sweetie." I smiled softly at her, I opened my arms and the kids both laid down on top of my chest snuggling close to me.

"You were napping." Pen said, I nodded my head and hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, I was. Didn't even realize I dozed off." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes slightly.

"We all nap together?" She asked. I chuckled and shook my head.

"No baby, you already had your naps, we gotta go prepare dinner soon. Come on, let's get off of mommy." Harry said, pulling Pen off of my chest. I smiled, absolutely loving the sound of Harry referring to me as mommy to the kids. He put Danny and Pen on the floor and they instantly ran out the room, screaming about something.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, helping me sit up.

"I'm good, I didn't mean to fall asleep, kind of just happened I guess." I shrugged, rubbing my belly slightly. A habit I didn't realize I picked up till Harry mentioned it to me last night. I couldn't help it, though. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, it's like my hand and stomach grew magnets.

"How's the little bean treating you? Causing any problems?" Harry placed his hand on top of mine, thumb stroking over my hand softly.

"Besides the fact that they make me eat thrice the amount I normally do, I'm great." I

chuckled, inching my way to the edge of the bed. Harry's hand tangled in my hair, bending down to place a kiss on my forehead.

"You are already such an excellent mother.. I can only imagine how amazing you'll be once this little guy comes out." Harry smiled at me, stroking my cheek softly. My face heated up immediately, I knew my cheeks were bright red from his words.

"Were you able to get things done while I was out?" Harry asked as we made our way to the kitchen, I nodded my head slightly, knowing I didn't get anything done.

"Yeah, just got really tired I guess. I'll finish things up later tonight before bed." I gave him a tight lipped smile.

"You know, I could always help you. I don't want you to overwork yourself. Let me know what I can do to help." Harry always tried his best to help me anyway possible, a characteristic I was not used to but very grateful that he had. I nodded my head in agreement, not wanting to explore the topic of what I've been so focused on lately- Scott.

Harry prepared dinner while the kids made dessert, aka prepped the ingredients for smores later. Harry insisted we have more family time, so in light of the cold weather falling upon us, we're lighting the fireplace and making some smores while we watch a movie.

"So I was thinking... we should start thinking of ideas on how we're gonna tell our family that we're expecting?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah, you're right. We're gonna reach 12 weeks soon, we should start planning." I smiled, hand rubbing my stomach softly. I still can't believe we're having a baby together. If you would've told me a year ago that I would be happily in love with Harry, with these kids. If you told me I would be pregnant with this man's baby, I would looked at you like a mad man.

"You okay?" Harry asked, he's been asking this a lot. For good reason, of course. I nodded my head again, putting on a smile.

"I'm good. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have such an incredible family." I grinned, placing a kiss onto his lips. "I love you, Mr.Styles." I mumbled, he hummed in approval.

"I love you, Anastasia. Always." He looked at me with loving eyes, his eyes scanning over my face multiple times as if he was studying every feature of my face. "I love you so much." He said once again, this time his voice tender and eyes soft, almost like if he didn't say it again it would physically hurt him.

My lips pursed in a pout and I wrapped my arms around his torso, he chuckled slightly but wrapped his friend hand around my body while his other hand stirred the food in the pot.

This was it, this was my life. Happily in the arms of Harry Styles, kids laughter and shouts filling the house. A peaceful suburban family life. Who would've thought.

Once we were done eating Pen and Danny were eager to eat their smores, Harry started up the fire place and it took a bit of convincing to get the kids to not touch the hot fire in front of them. Apparently it's the first time they've used the fireplace, the wide eyes of the kids proved that to be true.

"Okay, bug. Let Daddy help you, I don't want you to burn yourself." Harry held Pen's hand, a long wooden stick with a marshmallow stuck at the end of it held tightly in her hands. "The trick is, to keep spinning it, so that way, all sides of the marshmallow are evenly toasted, perfectly." Harry said, helping her spin the stick.

"Now, you don't want it to be too close to the fire, just above it. You don't want it to burn, unless you're crazy." Harry scrunched his nose slightly. I glared at him, he knew that I liked my marshmallows slightly burnt, a confession I didn't know would haunt me. I stuck my tongue out at him which caused him to laugh.

"Fire!!" Pen squealed, pointing to her marshmallow that was in fact on fire. Harry pulled the stick out and blew out the small fire.

"That's alright, we can give this to mommy. She likes bitter marshmallows." Harry continued to jab at me with a smile on his face. I grabbed the stick from his hand and in fact enjoyed the burnt marshmallow.

I leaned back on the couch and watched as Harry sat with the kids on his lap. He always had the biggest smile on his face when he was with the kids. I took a few pictures on my phone at the loving sight that took place in front of me, Pen seemed to get the hang of twirling the stick in her hand so Harry held a stick in his while he pretended to let Danny do it.

At the end of the night, the kids passed out from their small sugar high, Harry let them both sleep in our bed which is something he swore he'd never do, but here we are. Danny clung to my torso while Pen was cuddled up to Harry. With a few "I love you's" The four of us slept fell into a deep slumber.

~~~

My second doctor's appointment was approaching in a few days and Harry was more than excited to see the little bean on the monitor for the first time.

"I hope they look like me." He grinned as we sprawled out onto the couch watching tv while the kids napped.

"You already have two kids that look exactly like you, let me have it." I rolled my eyes playfully, hitting his chest lightly.

"How about a perfect mix of us both, we would make a beautiful baby." Harry smiled at me, bringing my closer to his chest. I reached my hand up and tugged at his hair.

"I think it is time for a haircut." I scrunched my nose, running my hands through his long hair.

"You think? I quite like the idea of growing out my hair." He pouted. I chuckled and shrugged.

"I think you're very handsome either way, I just like you better with short hair." I pecked his nose. He hummed.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll go for a cut next week, I kinda just got too lazy to actually go and get it trimmed." Harry's hand ran up and down my spine, humming under his breathe as we laid on the couch. It's always peaceful to just be able to be in each others embrace.

After that week that Harry was gone, I was pretty much attached to his hip. I always wanted to be next to him, to cuddle or lay with him. Harry didn't seem to mind though, he'd never admit it but I knew he felt the same way.

From the way he kisses me every time he walks into the same room as me, to coming home early from work to spend time with me and the kids, to even watching Captain America: Civil War over and over again with me just because he knows how much I love it.

It wasn't hard to miss how loving Harry is. Which makes me even more determined to take down Scott. Not only is he a threat to me, but he's a threat to my family. And I'll be damned if I let him even lay a finger on my family.