Considering it was her birthday party, Harry couldn't find his little girl anywhere. He searched high and low to find her. He looked in all her usual hiding spots: under her bed, in her parents' bed, behind the sofa.
Eventually, he heard sniffles from under the stairs. Sure enough, hiding between the coats was his little girl.
"What's the matter, bub?" He asked, crawling under with her as much as his long limbs would allow him.
She rubbed her eye with her fist, pouting at her dad.
"C'mon, give daddy a hug."
He opened his arms for her to climb into and he backs out from under the stairs, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his little girl in his lap.
"Talk to me, princess, why were you hiding?" He murmurs softly.
"You was holding Auntie Sarah's baby," she mumbled. "Giving her kisses."
Harry and Y/N's closest friend Sarah had given birth to her baby girl a few months ago, and Harry had been giving her some cuddles to give her mum a break. To make her laugh, he held her up and gave kisses on her tummy.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he comforted, kissing her forehead. "Don't you worry, you're always going to be my best girl."
She looked up at him with her big green eyes, still brimming with tears. "You promise?" She asked, holding up her pinky.
"Promise, bub," he said, linking his pinky with hers in a promise. He hugged her small body close to his. "My sweet little angel."
"Can we do cake now?" His little girl asked.
Harry smiled at her. "Only if you gimme a kiss."
She planted a big kiss right on her dad's cheek and grinned cheekily.
Harry stood up, picking up his daughter and giving her tickly kisses on her tummy, just like he did Sarah's baby. She erupted in shrieking laughter just in time for Y/N to come into the house looking for them.
"There you are!" She said, laughing at the sight of Harry and their little girl having fun. "Been looking for you," she said, taking their daughter in her arms. "Time for cake."
"CAKE!" She cried.
Harry looked at his two best girls in admiration, grateful to have gotten so lucky.
