Anastasia's POV:
"Now Hannah, please don't get too close to the pond. I don't want you getting hurt, okay baby girl?" Harry and I were currently sitting on the bench as Hannah fed the ducks. She giggles as they follow her around, due to her having food.
Harry throws his arm over the bench and places it around my shoulder. We sit close in the cool London air, as we watch her enjoy the ducks.
"She's so cute." I mumble.
"Yes, adorable. I have no idea how Gem says no her." He chuckles. I laugh with him. He was right. Hannah was difficult to say no to.
"Well, you're her uncle. I think it's naturally harder. It's your job to spoil her. Like grandparents." I say.
He nods at my words, "She deserves the world. And she is the only kid in the family."
"What about you?" I giggle.
"I'm not a kid."
"Yes you are! Or at least, you act like one." He pouts at my comment and I let out an 'aw'.
"The duckeys ate all my bread." Hannah smiles moving to the bench and onto my lap. I pull her into my chest and she giggles.
"Did you have fun?" I ask, kissing her cheek.
"Yeah. We go home now?"
"It's getting chilly. We probably should. C'mon pretty girl." Harry lifts her up and rests her on his hip.
"You too, beautiful." He holds out his hand. I blush, grabbing it as we walk from the pond to the car, hand in hand.
"You have a very beautiful family." A voice says. We turn to Harry's right to see an old man smiling.
"Thank you." Harry grins.
What?
The man must think we are married and Hannah is our daughter. Why did he say thank you?
"Would you like me to take a picture of you all?" He asks.
"Yes, that would be great." Harry sets Hannah down and hands the man his phone.
Oh, okay.
The man steps back, "Okay, get together."
Harry latches arms around my waist and Hannah reaches her hands out to me. I lift her up and hold her on my waist.
"Smile."
I smile brightly, as does Hannah and Harry. I keep Hannah on my hip as the man gives Harry his phone back. They exchange and few words and we walk back to the car.
I buckle Hannah in her seat and get in the passenger side.
"Why didn't you tell him?" I question.
Harry smirks at me, "Cause Hannah and I are family. And I consider you family, already."
"Really?" I blush.
"Really." He hums.
We arrive home and Hannah is quick to run to the television and turn on her favorite show.
"I have to go to work tomorrow. Would you be able to watch her?" Harry asks, grabbing pots from the cabin and pulling out ingredients to have spaghetti.
"Of course, but I have to work on Monday."
"I know, I just need to go in for a day." He smiles.
"Okay." I reply. He passes by me and kisses my lips, sweetly. Turning the stove on, he fills this pot with water and a dash of salt.
"I'll make dinner, you go hang out with Hannah." I grin and walk into the living room.
YOU ARE READING
Pleasure Me Styles
Fanfiction"We shouldn't have done that," I whispered shakily, under my breath. "Yes, I know," He growled deeply slamming his fist into the desk, "But you're daddy's now."
