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Author's note: guys! I am so so sorry that I am behind schedule. I've been incredibly sick. The heat wave here in South America has been horrendous. It's usually 9 C all year around and it's chilly. Unfortunately, the heat wave has just created wildfires on the mountains and the city has been so polluted with ashes. I am extremely allergic and I do have to go to school and the hospital, but my allergies have been horrible. Here is a new chapter! I really hope you enjoy it. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! 

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT 

word count: 2.6K \

In the initial days, they embraced the serenity of the island, spending their time by the beach, sipping fruity drinks, and basking under the sun to achieve that perfect tan. Each passing day felt like a dream, with the incredible food, breathtaking views, and the warmth of the people adding to the enchantment. Y/N couldn't help but fantasize about making a permanent move to the island. Life there exuded a tranquil charm, with a laid-back pace that seemed to prevail. The locals appeared untouched by the usual rush and stress associated with money, work, or the chaos of city life. It was a lifestyle she found herself yearning for.

“I thought you had felt” Harry said, surprising her as he observed her ascending the staircase leading to the ocean from the back of their hotel room. His hand instinctively pressed against his left chest, a brief moment of panic seizing him as he woke up to find the bed empty.

“I went for a swim. My hips were aching a bit” she explained, twisting her hair to wring out the water.

"You look utterly delectable," he remarked, his gaze lingering on her bathing suit-clad figure. The tantalizing allure of her skin didn't escape his notice, and he couldn't help but express his desire for her in the moment.

"Stop," she smiled, her cheeks warming, not just from the slight sunburn but also from his straightforward comments.

"What?" he asked, closing the distance between them. His hands gently rested on her hips, preventing her from escaping. "Don't make me spell it out for you. You know I want you," Harry declared. Despite just waking up, his desire for her was immediate. He had hoped to have her first thing in the morning, but her swim had interrupted his dreams. “Let me have you right here”.

His lips found the side of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that originated from her mouth.

"People can see," she groaned, feeling the hardness of his desire against her core, a sensation that had always intrigued and somewhat bewildered her. Y/N couldn't fully fathom how intensely he desired her. "H?" she called out, attempting to slow down his exploration of her skin.

"Are you serious?" Harry questioned, pulling away. "Do you really want me to stop?" Y/N bit her lip, her eyes opening to gaze at the horizon, trying to avoid the sun's blinding rays.

"I just feel huge," Y/N confessed, attempting to articulate her feelings. While she desired him too, a sense of self-consciousness about her body and the thought of being observed by others made her nervous. Harry furrowed his brow and stepped back, unwilling to pressure her into anything she wasn't comfortable with. He might have to deal with a bit of frustration, but he refused to impose anything on her.

"Alright," he said, offering her a small smile. "How about breakfast?"

Y/N suddenly felt a twinge of guilt as soon as he disappeared back into their suite. She knew it wasn't his intention to evoke any particular feelings in her. After all, they were on vacation, and the likelihood of encountering the same people from the hotel was slim. Nervously glancing around, she noted that it was early, and only a few other decks had their sliding doors opened. Her gaze then dropped to her feet, noticing how her wet hair left droplets on the deck, preventing her feet from burning. Looking down, she could barely see her toes, her stomach now big and round. Y/N didn't feel particularly attractive, but she had never been one to take risks, especially when it came to matters of intimacy. She was coy and reserved, while Harry was daring, consistently pushing her boundaries and patiently guiding her into exploring new realms of pleasure.

As Y/N stood there, she couldn't help but marvel at the unique circumstances of her life. When else would she find herself in her twenties, expecting a child, and with the love of her life on a picturesque island, begging to make love to her?

Y/N was determined to change the narrative this time. Beneath her usual self-doubt, she craved to reveal the confidence within.

"Harry?" she called out, prepared to embrace this new challenge, eager to showcase a different facet of herself.

"Do you fancy some room service, or are you up for heading out?" Harry responded, seemingly oblivious to the decision that she had taken.

"Can you please come here?" she blurted out abruptly, leaving no room for self-doubt. Y/N was determined to act swiftly, not allowing herself the luxury of second thoughts.

"I'm getting ready, darlin'—"

"Harry!" she interrupted, hearing his quick footsteps against the cold tile within the suite. His head popped out shortly after.

"Are you alright?"

"Let's do it," Y/N nodded as she stood before him, a sudden determination in her eyes. "I want you." Harry frowned, taken aback by the sudden change of thought.

"What?"

"What? Are you going to keep asking questions, or are you going to have me?" Y/N asked, swiftly untying the sides of her white bikini bottoms. “On your knees” She demanded.

Harry was in utter shock. He had barely finished washing his face and teeth when she had yelled out for him. He had always loved how submissive she was to him and how she would beg for him and do whatever he asked of her. However, this side of her had him feeling different things. The last thing that he had expected was for her to bare herself to him.

Without taking his eyes off her, he walked up to her and kneel on front of her.

“All I have been thinking about is how good it would feel to have your head between my legs” She revealed as Harry position himself just to have her as his first meal of the day.

It didn’t take long before Harry allowed himself to submerge himself in the dutiful task of eating her out. He had always been a good student and had never settled for mediocrity. Therefore, Harry wasn’t going to stop until he made her cum.

“Harry” she moaned; her head dropped back as the hot sun burned her skin.

As soon as his tongue came in contact with her, shivers spread down her back. She used her forearms as leverage against the railing of the wooden deck as Harry lifted one of her legs over his shoulder for better access. He kept a tight grip on her thighs, which were going to leave bruises on her, but she didn’t care. She was too enveloped in the pleasure that she was experiencing that it was the least of her worries.

Harry’s left hand rose and parted her lips, as he licked and sucked her most intimate place.

“I am going to cum if you don’t stop” She cried out, as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. Harry pulled away and smiled up at her before using his fingers knowing that she was close. It wasn’t long until she was crumbling over him, and her legs were giving out as he cleaned her up with his tongue.

Harry held her close and sat her on his lap as he allowed her to compose herself again. He softly kissed her shoulder as she hid her face in the crook of his neck feeling the aftershocks that ran through her entire body.

“I hope you don’t think this is over” He murmured into her ear after kissing her lips. Y/N could still taste herself on him. “Get up. In the bedroom” Harry said as he helped her up and lead her into the bedroom. He would have preferred having her right away, but he could tell that she was burning from the hot sun. She was also pregnant and didn’t want her to overheat.

“I would grab to something tightly” He warned as he watched her leaned over the bed. It was the most confortable position for Y/N. Harry enjoyed it because the view was excepcional. His knee came between her knees as he spread her legs. His hands gripped her hips, and he slowly dove into her with much care not wanting to hurt her in any way.

The pleasure was instant. It didn’t last long, but Y/N didn’t mind. She was exhausted by the time that Harry had reached his climax. He hadn’t had last long one because of the fact that he had enjoyed the previous act too much. A few more minutes and he would had cum in his shorts.

“I love you” He whispered to her as he threw his body beside her. Harry gave her a quick kiss not wanting to disturb her well deserved sleep.

Y/N woke up feeling disoriented, her stomach growling with hunger and her body deliciously aching. The room was empty, and a note from Harry awaited her, suggesting they meet at their favorite restaurant. She dressed in a sun dress, pulling her hair into a bun before heading downstairs.

The night air was slightly chilly, but the cool sea breeze felt refreshing against her sun-kissed skin. Y/N had definitely gotten a bit burned, especially on her cheeks and shoulders. She found it cute, though not uncomfortably so, as long as she could comfortably lounge in bed.

Harry sat at a table, wearing a vibrant, unbuttoned shirt that showcased the last two buttons. His slightly damp hair indicated a recent appearance. He hadn't shaved yet, but the hint of a mustache and beard only added to his attractiveness.

"Hi, baby," Y/N greeted him with a kiss before taking her seat. "What's that?" she asked, eyeing his bright pink drink.

"It's a virgin daiquiri. Do you want to try?" Harry asked, sliding the drink toward her. "How'd you sleep?" he inquired with a playful smile.

"Good," she responded with a smile after taking a sip of his drink. "I needed it. I was drained," Y/N added, "I feel like a new woman." Harry chuckled softly before leaning over, giving her another kiss as he held her hand under the table, gently rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “I was thinking of pasta tonight” Y/N shared as she looked though the menu.

"I called your mom. She said everything is fine, and that Oliver had developed a certain attachment toward her," Harry shared, glancing around the beachside restaurant where they were seated.

"Well, that's good! Is Delilah behaving?" Y/N's attention remained on the menu, the soft sound of the ocean waves creating a soothing backdrop.

"I didn't ask, but I'm guessing she is because she seemed very calm," Harry responded, though a thread of worry lingered in his words. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened with your sister? And why you're not close?"

Y/N shrugged, trying to maintain focus on the menu, the aroma of grilled seafood wafting through the air. The restaurant, with its open-air design, allowed a view of the turquoise waters and the sun beginning its descent.

"It's all very silly," she said dismissively, but Harry sensed the weight behind her words. He had never pressed her for an explanation, but he could see how much it affected her and her family. "Really, it's not that important," she whispered, as if trying to convince herself more than him.

The air turned eerily quiet, prompting Y/N to lift her gaze from the menu to discover the source of Harry's sudden silence. His eyes bore a sympathetic expression, a silent invitation for her to share whatever weighed on her mind. Though he didn't want to pry, Harry understood the importance of her finding an outlet. He desired to be that supportive presence, the one she could lean on.

"Fine," she sighed audibly, the tension in her shoulders releasing slightly. "I'll need one of those fruity drinks and the stuffed mushrooms." Harry chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and swiftly placed the order. As the waiter departed, Y/N began recounting the difficult day and the intense argument that had kept her distanced from her mother for almost three years.

"No wonder." As she concluded her narrative, their appetizers had vanished, and a second round of drinks graced their table. The cozy restaurant, bathed in warm, ambient light, offered a refuge from the outside world. The air carried the delightful aroma of various dishes being prepared in the kitchen, creating an atmosphere that blended intimacy with culinary delight. "Now I get all the screaming."

"I want to move on. I don't want to continue revisiting, but she is making it so hard," Y/N confessed, a frown marring her features. The flickering candle on their table cast shadows, accentuating the emotions playing on her face. Her desire to rebuild a positive relationship with her sister was clear, yet she stood firm against allowing Delilah to undermine or diminish her in any way.

Harry empathized; while he'd encountered challenges with his own sister, they never reached the scale of Y/N's family struggles. "I just think you need to let her vent, darlin'. It seems like she still has a lot to say." Y/N pursed her lips, her hands tenderly cradling her pregnant belly as they navigated the delicate terrain of family complexities. The gentle hum of conversation and clinking of cutlery provided a comforting backdrop to their heartfelt discussion.

“I guess you are right. I want to fix it before she gets here.” Dinner was served quickly after as they started discussing the logistics of moving into the new place.

Harry couldn't shake off the excitement and nervousness that had been building up inside him all day.  He had meticulously rehearsed the words in his mind, making sure it would be perfect.

The evening unfolded beautifully. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky. Soft candlelight illuminated their table, creating an intimate ambiance. As they sipped their fruity drinks and enjoyed their meals, Harry felt the time was right.

With a deep breath, he reached into his pocket for the small red box that held the engagement ring. Just as he was about to speak those life-changing words, an obnoxious voice shattered the romantic atmosphere.

"Well, isn't this just a picture-perfect moment!" It was Paige, the woman from the neighboring table, her loud voice cutting through the serene sounds of the waves. David, her husband, chuckled awkwardly beside her.

Harry's heart sank, and he exchanged an annoyed glance with Y/N. Paige and David, oblivious to the weight of the situation, pulled up chairs without invitation and settled in, seemingly determined to hijack the romantic dinner.

"So, how was your day? We saw you yesterday snorkeling. Is it worth it?" Paige asked, oblivious to the awkward tension enveloping the couple.

Harry, trying to maintain composure, mumbled something about a special night. Meanwhile, Y/N shot him an apologetic look, understanding that his plans were derailed by this unexpected intrusion.

As Paige continued to regale them with mundane stories and David sipped his drink, Harry struggled to find an opportune moment to salvage his proposal. The romantic air that had surrounded them moments ago now felt tainted by the uninvited guests.

Finally, as dessert arrived, Harry made eye contact with Y/N, silently conveying his disappointment and determination to make this right. Despite the unwelcome interruption, he was determined to turn the night around and make their engagement memorable, even if it meant finding a quieter spot away from Paige and David's intrusion.