"Don't worry about that," Harry frowned slightly when he saw me on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor. "Baby, I'm serious. Let me get it."
                          
"It's fine," I answered a little harshly. "You're with Stella anyway."
                          
I felt his eyes on my back and I knew he heard my underlying anger but it felt like about time. I was getting sick of always cleaning up their messes while they played and laughed together, making even more messes right in front of my eyes before I finished cleaning the other one. Maybe jealously was a part of it too. It was a little annoying to buy new lingerie, curl my hair, and wear my expensive perfume only to find that Stella had a bad dream and was sleeping on my side of the bed. 
                          
Not that I would dream of saying anything to Harry. That girl was his entire existence and it was unfair of me to be jealous. As far as I was concerned, I lost my fuckbuddy and Stella gained an amazing father. She deserved him, too. 
                          
"Go to bed and let me handle it," Harry repeated, his face now level with mine as he kneeled down in front of me. "You need rest, you look tired."
                          
Not exactly what I wanted to hear when I had gained ten pounds seemingly overnight and my feet were too swollen to wear anything but flats. 
                          
"You're an asshole," I seethed, throwing the rag at him before storming out of the kitchen and up to our room. 
                          
I hastily pulled on my pajamas and was very aggressively brushing my teeth when Stella plodded in, now dressed in a fresh set of nighties and some cute pink socks. 
                          
"I'm sorry," she mumbled as her little arms wrapped around my legs. "I didn't mean to make a mess, mommy."
                          
"Sweetheart," I smiled warmly down at her. "You didn't make me angry one bit, okay? I'm just really tired and my belly is very achy tonight."
                          
"Is little brother kicking again?"
                          
I laughed. "Who said it's a boy?"
                          
"Daddy. He said he has a feeling."
                          
"Did he now?"
                          
She nodded and I assured her again that she didn't do anything wrong, then sent her off to bed and gave her a few kisses for the road. Once the house fell silent again, Harry was the next to appear in the bedroom. 
                          
He just leaned silently in the doorway and looked at me, his facial expression somewhere between hurt and confused. 
                          
"I don't want to talk about it," I shook my head before he could say anything. "Not tonight. I have work tomorrow morning and I'm exhausted."
                          
"You're jealous of the attention I give her, right?"
                          
I peered across the room at him and scowled as I let my hair down from its ponytail. "No, of course I'm not-"
                          
"Don't lie to me."
                          
"Okay fine," I finally let out in a frustrated tone. "Yes, it's a little annoying when we haven't had sex in so long because she keeps having 'nightmares'."
                          
He raised his eyebrows and grinned at me, which only made me more frustrated. "You think she lies about having nightmares?"
                          
"I think she lies so she can sleep with us."
                          
"Why is that a bad thing?"
                          
"It's not to an extent," I attempted to explain calmly. "I just feel like we never cuddle anymore."
                          
"I didn't know you valued cuddling so much."
                          
"You're a prick, you know that?" 
                          
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. "You're hormonal. I'll sleep in the guest room."