Flutter |h.s|

67

Grace

"But we read this one already." Harry points out with a bright smile.

"I want this one."

"Don't you want to read something different?" he asks, flicking through the book pages.

"Babe, you will never win this fight." I remind him.

He shoots me a sarcastic look before letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. "It's not even close to Christmas, why do you even keep this book on the shelf?" he asks me, shifting in his spot on the small bed.

"Because it's your daughter's favorite book." I grin as she adds a small, "Yeah" while she climbs into her bed.

Harry shakes his head with a smile, looking at the little girl getting comfortable against his side. He chuckles as she hands him another book, "Two books?" he asks, tickling her side gently to make her laugh.

"Sissy wants this one." she tells him, handing him Goodnight Moon. As if on cue, the newborn in my arms coos gently. "She wants the goodnight song too."

"Two books and the goodnight song? What is there a third kid here that I don't know about?" Harry teases, opening up the first book, How The Grinch Stole Christmas.

I quickly shake my head, laughing a bit at the thought of having a third child so quickly. "Slow your roll Styles. These two are more than enough for now."

He chuckles slightly, glancing over at me, "I'm gonna have a son one day. Harry Jr."

"For the hundredth time, we are not naming our imaginary son Harry Jr."

With a smile, he winks at me, "That's what you think but remember who named both of our daughters."

He gets started reading the book, making sure to use different voices for all the different characters. It makes my heart melt, watching him with our children. He's the most amazing father. So caring and loving toward them. He's so excited to spend every day with them and teach them new things.

The girls love when Harry reads to them, even the baby which is a little funny since she's only a few weeks old. I think it's because he was always talking to her while she was still in my belly. Of course they're both the biggest daddy's girls already, but it's hard not to fall in love with Harry.

He puts the book down once he's done, kissing her head gently with a smile. "Now do you want the goodnight song now, or do you want me to read Goodnight Moon?" he asks, knowing very well she's going to pick the goodnight song.

As always, she picks the song, giving her requests on who and what they should say goodnight to tonight. Harry, herself, the baby and I are always on the list, but sometimes her stuffed animals get on her nerves and she doesn't want to say goodnight to all of them. Tonight Mr. Penguin and Ms. Frog weren't allowed to sleep in the bed. But Cowie is getting lots of cuddles after a week of banishment to the playroom. She's definitely my kid.

Everyone has to sing the goodnight song, even me. Harry takes over for the most part and sounds a million times better singing it. We had to explain to her that newborns can't sing, but that she's still excited about the goodnight song.

After Goodnight Moon is read and we all share a little cuddle, I make sure to turn on the nightlight that projects little constellations around the room before Harry and I quietly make our way out of the room.

"Now, where is my littlest love? Daddy needs some sweet cuddles." he says gently, shifting the infant from my arms to his.

"Your littlest love needs a diaper change so thank you for taking over." I tease, kissing his cheek gently. He scrunches up his face toward the baby, cooing at her about how she needs a change. I follow them to the nursery, leaning in the door while I watch him gently handle the baby.