When you told Harry that your sixteen year old daughter just got her first boyfriend, he almost fell off his chair.
"But... but... she's not old enough for a boyfriend, is she?" he gaped at you.
You chuckled and kissed his forehead. "By the way, I want you to talk to her."
"About what?" he asked in horror.
"About boys and having a boyfriend and such." you explained, playing with a strand curl in his neck. Harry's eyes widened.
"You want me to give her 'the talk'?" he screeched.
You just shook your head at his behaviour. Some things would never change.
"No, I already did that." he looked even more shocked, if possible, "I just want you to give her a guy's point of view."
Harry's face turned a deep shade of red and he bit his lip.
"Oh gosh.", he groaned.
After a bit of convincing, Harry sat down with your daughter in the kitchen.
He usually was so good with words, but this was really hard for him. You were in the other room, listening and ready to intervene when things got too awkward.
"So... I hear you have a boyfriend now. That's great! I think we should talk about how boys that age behave around beautiful girls like yourself and how YOU can handle them." he was gesturing, emphasizing the 'you'. Your daughter cringed.
With you 'the talk' had been a bit strange, but mostly okay, but with Harry... it was just weird.
Somehow the two of them got through it though, talking calmly about hormones and differences between boys and girls. You couldn't hold back a smile.
They were obviously uncomfortable, but they made the best out of it.
"I just want you to be careful." Harry concluded slowly, blinking and looking at her lovingly.
"I know, dad, I will be.", she smiled, kissed him on the cheek and left.
Harry stayed on his chair, staring ahead.
You quietly came into the kitchen, stood behind him and tucked on his blue beanie, "You ok, babe?"
He looked up and you were surprised to see tears brimming his eyes. "Yeah, I just feel like I've missed so much, because of my job."
You stood between his legs, putting your arms around his neck, "Oh, honey, trust me, there's still lots to come."
He gave you a half-smile and a small kiss.
And in the end you were right, because there WAS still lots to come.
