Just a Taste // HS Blurbs

I bet she'll have your dimples

Anonymous asked:
H meeting his newborn daughter because i may or may not have a baby fever

"She looks just like you, Y/N"

"I bet she's gonna have your dimples"

DADRRY!!!!!
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He was in awe. Looking down at the little bundle that now housed the majority of his heart, she was cradled in a soft pink blanket right against the love of his life's chest. The joy filling the both of them contagious as nurses popped in and out of the room, Harry finding his way to lay with his wife and his newborn baby girl.

The couple stared. Looking at her fresh cheeks and the slope of her little baby nose, the tiny fingers gripping at Y/N's finger, he cooed as he watched his wife interact with their child. The resemblance was absolutely uncanny.

"She looks just like you, Y/N baby." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Looking over her shoulder at their child, resting his chin back against her, he decided this is something he could do for the rest of eternity and be happy about it.

"Y'think so?" Her voice was a bit raw from the yells giving birth and the cries of pain and joy combined. Now their little love they had waited months to meet was finally here, and hearing that made her heart swell. And that was something she didn't know was even possible at this point. "I bet she'll have your dimples. Gonna break so many hearts." Her finger ran over the smooth, warm cheek of their baby and cooed at the little yawn that escaped her. Tummy full, surrounded by her parents who couldn't get enough.

"Mm. She better. Can't date until she's married." He grumbled, already displeased at the idea of anyone near his baby like that. "Gonna get a new bat at home, just in case. Chase em away. She's gonna be daddy's girl. Doesn't need any stinky boys or girls comin' to take her away."

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Harry. She's 5 hours old."

"So? Never too early to plan."