Yellow.

same pout.

a super short blurb for anyone here xx

The summer heat is unbearable but Harry and his wife have managed to find comfortable sleeping positions on their bed.

Harry is shirtless as he wears only a pair of red shorts and Iman is wearing a sleeveless silk night top.

The heat is unexpected and extremely annoying as Harry finds himself feeling more overwhelmed with the intense weather.

Basically thirty minutes into their sleep and well into the new day, the piercing scream of Baby Neesa jolts them awake at the same time.

Harry groans in discomfort and Iman has her bonnet slipping off her head in confusion.

She is frowning like she wants to fight the baby and Harry notices the reaction with a smile.

He knows that his wife battles with insomnia and this is not a great way to deal with it.

Neesa is only some months old and has the most life he has witnessed in a child.

"Oh my god, I was getting to the good part of my sleep," Iman sighs, moving to stand up.

"No...no please," Harry quickly stands up and gestures at her to sit down.

"What are you doing?" she frowns, yawning.

"I....uh will get Neesa," he points at the door of their bedroom.

"But you're so tired from staying up with me," she replies.

"Yes...very tired but H-Harry has...has to like help," he explains.

Iman knows he keeps trying hard to step in and she appreciates that.

If he handles Neesa then she will be able to get some extra sleep before handling school runs with Myra in just a bit.

With another yawn attacking her, Iman stretches and nods in agreement.

"It's true, please help," she smiles a little.

"Iman...so sleepy," he giggles and presses a kiss on her forehead.

"There's an extra full bottle for her, warm it in case of a hunger emergency," she explains.

"Shh...sleep now, okay?" Harry rolls his eyes, not wanting to be told how to be a father to his little girl.

Iman happily returns to bed and Harry calmly leaves the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

He heads to Myra's nursery and meets the little one pouting with tears in her identical huge eyes.

This hurts his heart as he hurries over to her and calmly lifts her up to meet his face.

Neesa relaxes a bit on seeing the very familiar face and Harry kisses away her tears.

"Hiiiiiiiiii to my baby," he says with a smile.

Those nearly matching honey curls are more alive thanks to the weather and he softly pushes her hair down.

This makes her kick her chubby legs in excitement and he notices that she's wearing a onesie with strawberry doodles on it. It explains her discomfort in this annoying heat.

Neesa makes a loud babbling sound and he nods in agreement, calmly walking to the mat that's always set on the floor.

"So...so true, whatever N-Neesa is saying," he's learning to get creative and this is just one form of it.

Neesa is still happily kicking in the arms of her father and looks around with her curious beautiful eyes.

Harry settles on the floor with her and starts unbuttoning the soft cotton onesie, hoping it relieves his baby. She breaks into a heart tearing pout and starts crying even louder than before.

This sends Harry into panic as he carries and slowly rocks her with soothing sounds. He doesn't know if it's helpful but he has seen everyone do this with her.

The child tugs at his own hair and he winces at the discomfort.

Everything is happening to his senses at the same time from the loud crying to the touching and the weather. He softly coos as he rocks her and she slowly starts to relax.

"Okay b-baby, thank you b-baby," he feels relaxed.

Having her a bit quiet, he lifts her up and blows raspberries on her tummy. Neesa lets out the most tickled laugh ever.

She kicks in joy and drools through her laugh. He sees that this is working and continues lifting her up.

In the middle of lifting her up, the door opens and Iman is standing there with a small smile.

"Her laughs are louder than her cries," she points out, walking to them.

"Good, no?" he asks.

"I'm really not sure," Iman replies.

On seeing her mother, Neesa starts to kick hard and she stretches out her hand to Iman with that pout.

Iman quickly joins them on the mat and Neesa latches onto her like they haven't seen in decades.

Iman giggles at this dramatic reaction and Harry is amused.

"Okay...wow, leaving me so...so fast," he pouts.

"Ah, you have the same pout. You two are twins and I don't like it, okay?" Iman smiles at them.

"Why?" He smiles a little.

"She stole your face. When will it be my turn?" she replies, kissing Neesa's face.

"Okay...uh next baby?" He teases her.

"Stop, this one hasn't released us from torture, just stop," Iman laughs and finds Neesa resting against her chest.

"Oh...Neesa is tired now," he points out.

"I don't mind sleeping here with her. Is that okay with you, H?" she asks, calmly.

"A-anything...for my girls please," Harry replies.

"Best dad in the world," Iman leans in to kiss him.