One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Dad's In Charge?... //Harry//

"Looks like it's just you and me, Carson." Harry held his daughter as they both watched you drive down the road. Carson stares up and him blinking. Harry walks back into the house closing the door. He sets her down on the ground.
"Want to have lunch now?" He asks her. Carson claps, falling back onto her bum since she couldn't walk yet. Harry chuckles and walks into the kitchen. Carson crawls after him, her little hands slapping against the ground. Harry got out a plate for himself and a baby bowl. He grabbed a large pasta spoon and started dishing out the spaghetti in the pot that you made for them. Harry picked Carson up and sat her in her high chair with the bowl. Carson squeals, shoving her hand in the bowl. She pulled out a handful of spaghetti and tried to shove it into her mouth. Most of it fell all over her and the sauce smeared all over her mouth.
"You're such a messy eater." Harry chuckles sitting down next to her to eat. Carson dumped the bowl over, playing with the noddles. She gives Harry a cheesy grin as she chewed on the end of a noddle.
"Yummy?" Harry asks her. Carson squeals louder throwing the bowl at Harry. Lucky for him, he ducked before the bowl could hit him. "Baby girl that's not nice." Carson stares at him. She had no idea what he was talking about. All she knew was that she was having fun with the food. After eating Harry came to her with a wet cloth.
"Time to get cleaned up." Harry wipes her mouth and hands before taking her out of the high chair. He sets her on the ground so he could clean up the rest of the mess she made. While he was doing that, Carson had managed to get into the movie stand and knocked it over. The stand falling on the ground scared her, making her cry out. Harry rush into the room, picking her up.
"You're fine." He comforts her, rocking her back and forth. Carson sniffles looking up at Harry with her wide eyes. "It's okay, princess." He kisses the top of her head. Harry walks to her playpen and puts her in it. He then walks over to the stand and sets it up right. Carson sat up in the playpen watching him.
"See it's all fixed now." He told her. Carson reaches her hands out to him. Harry picked her up taking her over to the couch. Carson leaned her head on him, rubbing her eyes. Harry smiles playing with her curls as he began to hum a lullaby to her.