Ruth lay in bed, wide awake, absently fiddling with a strand of her hair deep in thought. Her time with Harry had been wonderful. A little awkward and a lot passionate. After checking that she was okay and whispering endearments to her, he'd fallen straight to sleep. She however couldn't. Her brain was working overtime. The night before, with Harry in her bed had, in a way, made up her mind for her. Because he had touched her so simply and (almost) innocently and after a moment of fear she realised how much she wanted more. She wanted him to lose himself in her. To want her so much that nothing else mattered. In the most part, it had been successful. She loved the way he touched her, and her body was still glowing from his kisses.
Her problem now, was it was hard to accept that she had willingly given herself to someone in a way which had previously caused her so much pain and devastation. But this was different, she reminded herself. This was Harry, a man she loved and trusted more than anyone she ever had in her life. A man who made her heart race and who was incredibly considerate in bed, as well as during normal day to day life. She didn't regret what had happened, but she was an analyst, and she had to think everything through. It was just who she was.
"Mm, Ruth," Harry said under his breath. She smiled as he put his arm over her stomach and kissed her neck. "Mm, my Ruth." She smiled at him, even though he was sleeping. Kissing his cheek she rolled over and slipped into a happy sleep beside him.
The next morning Harry awoke first. Ruth was lying on his chest, her breathing making her hair flutter slightly. He gave her a light squeeze but made sure it wasn't enough to wake her.
"Ga…" Harry turned to his left and saw the baby monitor on the side and his heart sank. Luke was clearly waking up. Harry knew he had to move fast if Ruth was to stay sleeping. He knew from past experience that mothers were in tune to their own crying children. He remembered vividly with Jane about how she would complain because she always got up to comfort their children first before Harry had even heard them. Moving carefully and quickly he parted from Ruth and quickly got his shirt and his boxers on before going to Luke.
Harry leant over the cot and smiled at Luke's wide blue eyes, staring at him.
"You look so much like your mum you know." Harry had been staring into those eyes for so long, he'd know that shade of blue anywhere.
"Ga?" Harry was suddenly spurred into action, trying to keep him quiet. Picking the child up he held him close.
"Shall we get you some breakfast little man?" Harry said. "You can have whatever you want if you promise to stay quiet." Harry carried Luke through to the kitchen, knowing that a six month old couldn't understand bribery, but he thought it was worth a shot. He put him in his highchair and started looking for the food. It had to be somewhere here.
"Aha, here we go," Harry said when he found the jar of baby food he was after. It took another thirty seconds to find a spoon and then he sat in front of Luke.
"Are you going to stop kicking?" Harry asked as Luke was bouncing up and down, his legs going a hundred miles an hour. He simply laughed and kept going until he got hungry. "You're going to be a little footballer aren't you?" Luke giggled. "Well God knows the England squad could do with all the help they could get. Now open your mouth," Harry said, pushing the spoon towards Luke. The boy watched him with wide eyes but didn't make any noise that might disturb Ruth, for which he was grateful.
Ruth woke with a start. Looking around she was surprised to see that she was alone in bed when she knew perfectly well that Harry had been there when she closed her eyes. Then her eyes hit the clock. It was past ten in the morning. Luke. Quickly getting out of bed she wrapped a dressing gown around her and went in search of him. Her heart rate calmed down when she saw Luke sitting in the living room, toys scattered everywhere. Harry (fully dressed- sadly) walked in, eyes magnetised on Luke on the floor, before he back saw Ruth.
"Oh, good morning," he said, quickly walking over to her and kissing her briefly. "I didn't want to wake you, so I got Luke when he woke up." Harry paused, wondering if he'd overstepped. "I mean, I thought that would be okay. I know he's your son, but I thought you'd appreciate the lie in. I don't want to make you uncomfortable and if you don't want me alone with him…"
"No," she said quickly. "I'm just surprised. He's never woken up to anyone but me before. I thought he'd cry."
"Maybe he likes me," Harry said, relieved at her reaction. "He's fed, changed and dressed so you can concentrate on you."
"You're wonderful," she said sincerely. She kissed him again and then turned to her son, picking him up.
"You're not checking on me are you?" Harry asked.
"No," Ruth said smiling happily. "I just have to start my day cuddling him." She kissed Luke's head as he gurgled to himself. "Morning handsome." She put him down where he started kicking his rattle again and turned to Harry.
"Are you okay? After last night?"
"Mm," she said, pouring herself some coffee in the kitchen, keeping half an eye on Luke. "Very okay. Last night was…"
"Good?" Harry supplied, trying not to get his hopes up for more than that.
"Fantastic," she said, her eyes burning into his. "I mean that. Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Yes," he said. "But Adam owes me so he hasn't called."
"You should go. I know you'll be needed. I don't want you to leave, but I know how it is."
"Are you sure?" he asked, hating that he had to leave like this. She nodded, smiling at the same time and he kissed her slowly and softly, in an embrace she didn't want to end. "I'll see you later?"
"Definetly," she said with a smile. "Bye."
I dont know exactly where to go from here so any suggestions will be welcome. I am working on the next chapter of All the Queens men and a spooks / grey's anatomy cross over, so they will be up in the next few days.
