This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

harry's second father's day

a very very teeny tiny blurb about harry and mia and laila on harry's second ever father's day <3 2k words. happy reading!

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"Ah ah," Mia says warningly, swooping in to remove the steaming cup of black coffee from her daughter's reach. "What did I say about super duper hot things?"

Laila immediately frowns and dramatically slides off her chair, deciding to lay on the floor.

"Yup," Mia mutters. "That's exactly right. You can't touch super super hot stuff because it'll burn you. Remember when you touched daddy's soup two nights ago?"

At the memory of how hot the soup was, Laila puts her head down flat against the floor and Mia rolls her eyes, reaching for her own coffee. "So glad we're on the same page."

It doesn't take long for Harry to get up, most likely worried as to why Mia and his daughter are both out of bed when they enjoy sleeping in late on weekends. He comes down stairs in his pajamas and a white shirt, frowning at the scene in the dining room when he arrives.

Harry tucks his hands into his pockets and looks at his wife and then two year old Laila.

"Why is my daughter face down on the floor?" he asks as if this is a normal occurrence, crouching in front of Laila when her little head goes up at the sound of her father's voice.

Mia smiles behind her mug as she watches Laila get back onto her feet and scramble towards her father with watery eyes. Harry opens his arms and lets her fall into them, playfully groaning and pretending to stagger back.

He stands up, picking her up along the way. She rests her head on his shoulder, kicking her legs excitedly against his torso.

"Getting more and more dramatic by the day, aren't you?" he laughs softly, messing up her curls. "Just like your mother." His eyes shine as he glances over Laila's head at her.

Mia quips, "Takes two to make one. Nine months to carry also, in case you've forgotten."

He walks to her and leans down, giving her a long, soft kiss. "Good morning. I imagine all this is for me?"

It's true. She's gotten up early to finish making breakfast for all of them, everything that Harry likes. "It is," she murmurs, giving him one more kiss. "Laila helped a lot though."

"Did she?" Harry says, walking to his seat across the table, seating himself and then Laila in his lap. "What did you do to help, hmm?"

Laila immediately strains to reach his cup of coffee which Mia removes from her reach again.

"Oh, I see," Harry says, pulling his daughter back down. "You wanna try it? Too bad. Here." He reaches for the maple syrup, gently tipping a small dollop onto his finger. He lets Laila taste it, and she likes it very much, so she sits back in his lap and stops squirming, sucking on his finger.

"So," Mia says, taking a sip of her coffee, pushing his cup back to him. "I've got the day planned. And everything is on me."

Harry takes his cup and turns it around to read the contents on it. "DILF of my dreams, fire of my loins," he reads, smiling. "How romantic you are, Mia."

"Thank you. It's custom made by the way. I picked it out."

"I can tell. It can go with the collection of other things you've custom made for me. Right next to boxers decorated with your face."

Mia says, "And next to the car sticker that says 'Warning, Hot Mama in the passenger seat'?"

"Mhm. That was a good one. Now what were you saying about all our plans being on you today?"