Harry isn't shy when it comes to encouraging his son Bowie to say the word 'mama'. Usually fathers would be encouraging their sons to say the word 'dada', but he much preferred for his to be yours. To see your pure happiness when that's the first word he says.
Harry always put you first. Love over fame and money. His family over his career.
'Come on buddy, say mama' he encourages.
But Bowie shakes his head, giggling in his high chair. The banana pieces that rest in his bowl are now splattered everywhere.
'I love you honey bear but I don't think he's going to say anything anytime soon' you whisper, walking in.
You peck his lips before making yourself a mug of coffee. Of course he knew that but he still hoped.
'Ma-' Bowie begins to say.
Harry looks at you for a moment before looking back at his son.
'That's it, can you say mama. M-a-m-a' he pronounces.
Bowie looks between Harry's lips, a giggle escaping his mouth before saying 'ma-ma'.
The look on your face is priceless. Tearing up.
'Oh my god he said mama' you coo, pinching his cheeks.
Harry knew you would be like this. Tearing up with happy tears.
'Now can you say dada' you encourage him.
He just puffs out air.
'Fair enough' Harry laughs.
You spent the rest of the day trying to teach him other words. Your life so much brighter with your favourites are by your side.
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Harry Styles imagines + preferences
FanfictionAll preferences and imagines about Harry Styles. A lot of smut so be aware