slipping through my fingers (h.s)

bathtime cuddles

If there was one thing that Harry refused to do after being away on tour, it was to let baby Tilly out of his sight. Already she had grown far too much for his liking despite him being away in LA for the last two weeks, and he didn't want to miss another glimpse of her. One minute she had just been born, as he had held her tiny frame in his arms for the first time- and 7 months later, a tiny little person with huge, glistening green eyes was staring back at him, lying on top of her changing table. She smiled at him widely, a little white tooth beginning to erupt through her gums, as he tickled the base of her tiny foot and she burst into a roar of giggles.

"Daddy's going to get you, I'm going to get you," He teased before pressing his lips to her tummy and blowing a raspberry, which made her laugh harder.

He had only been back a couple of hours, and had barely unpacked his stuff and hadn't even thought about showering. Although, he had already stripped off his top to reveal his tattooed Torso. He still didn't want to let her out of his sight, so he decided to do what you always scolded him for doing, as he marched into the bathroom and flipped on the tap with Tilly now held up on his hip.

"Don't tell Mummy, hmm?" He whispered, looking down at her as she surveyed her surroundings. He placed her down on the worktop and began to unbutton her onesie. Swooping a tiny ringlet of hair off of her face before planting a kiss on her forehead, before picking her up again. He ran his hand through the water as it filled up the tub, the bathroom mirror beginning to steam up. He sat down first, before placing her on top of his knees, the warm water barely touching her legs. Reaching over to grab her washcloth, he rang it out slightly before beginning to run it over her tiny frame, humming a flat tune to her. A tiny fist reached over to grab a handful of bubbles before attempting to mush them into his lips. He laughed, a smile forming on his lips.

"Oi, cheeky," he chuckled. "You know how much Daddy missed you, when he was away?"

She stared at him intently, almost as if she could understand the words coming from his mouth, before she giggled again.

"You think I'm lying, hmm?" He smirked, beginning to massage baby shampoo into her tiny brunette curls. "Don't tell mummy, but I missed you more than her, it's true,"

He kissed her cheek again before beginning to wash the shampoo out of her hair, shielding her eyes with the side of his hand as she flinched slightly when the water ran over her, and he began to hum again.

You had been sitting on the sofa reading for a while when you finally decided to go and find out why Harry had been taking so long in the bathroom. You spent a good minute looking through the crack in the door, before finally opening it fully.

"Harry," You scorned, as his face dropped, looking as though he was about to be told off by a teacher for doing something wrong in school. "You know she's going to want you to get in the bath with her every night now, don't you?"

His face changed into a slight smirk as he realised your tone was only somewhat serious, as he turned Tilly around on his lap to face you.

"I don't mind that," He grinned. "Really, I don't mind,"