Harry's POV
Me and Noah were playing with his cars while Ella was out shopping, but Noah seemed a little off.
"You alright, bud?" I asked him.
"How come I don't have a daddy?" he asked, looking at me sadly.
I froze. Ella hasn't told me what she has and hasn't told Noah about his father.
"Well, your daddy just needed to go help other people, Noah," I said.
"So he doesn't care about me?" his bottom lip quivering and eyes filling with tears.
"No, of course he cares about you, Noah," the little boy had his head against my chest, tears running down his face. "He just wanted to try and help everybody."
We sat there on the floor for a couple of minutes, Noah's head against my chest, soft crying coming from him.
"Harry," he asks.
"Yes?"
"Will you be my daddy?"
"You have to ask your mum," I told him, not wanting to say yes if Ella wasn't comfortable with it.
"And if she says yes, will you?" the hopeful glint in his eyes telling me what he wanted me to say.
"Of course I will, bud," I told him. We heard the door open, and Noah ran straight towards Ella.
"Mummy, mummy, can Harry be my daddy?"
"What?" she asked, confused about the out-of-the-blue request.
"Harry said that if you say yes, he'll be my daddy." I see her look from her little boy up to me. I nod my head, showing that I did actually say that. She looked down at the four-year-old boy.
"Is that what you want?" she asked.
"Yes, please, mummy, says yess."
"Okay then," but before she could finish, he turned around and ran towards "SHE SAID YESSSS!"
"Harry, you're my daddy now," he said with the biggest smile on his face.
