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HARRY STYLES

I was woken up this morning by the constant babbles of 'dada' repeatedly in my ear. For a solid minute I thought I was dreaming and that I was just imagining Scout's requests for me in my dreams. I heard his little babbles all day long and so it was quite common for me to go to sleep still hearing him call out my name or demand more dinosaurs, or dinos as he likes to call them. It was just a part of parenthood that nobody ever told you would happen.

It takes me a minute or so to come to my senses after first hearing the light babbles of 'dada' in my ear before I realise that this wasn't a dream and this was in fact reality and my name was getting called out relentlessly.

"Five more minutes Scoutie boy, please" I groan out as if I hadn't got a full six hours of sleep. Though six hours would never really feel enough.

Scout was actually a relatively good sleeper, he always had been right from the get go. Everyone had always told us how much of an angel Scout was and still is. He just came along and seemed to slot right into our life that we had already made together. Of course, naturally there were changes in our routines and it wasn't as easy to travel around the world with a toddler, but we made it work to the best of our ability and Scout was always so cooperative.

Scout was on his first flight at the age of four months old and since that very moment, he had just been the most perfect baby we could've ever wished for. Scout didn't stop us doing anything. To this day, we still travel, we still go to events, he still manages with jet lag and noisy environments. He just takes it all in his stride like nothing ever phases him.

Avie was never sure if we were quite ready for a baby when the topic eventually came up in conversation. She had to really think about it when I had suggested having a mini us running around at our feet, a mini us who we would get to love and watch grow for the rest of our lives.

I hadn't always wanted children, in fact, it wasn't really something I had ever thought about much at all. I was always so driven by my career that I hardly ever had time to think about what I actually wanted from life. My career was in the forefront of my mind at every given moment, it was just life to me, it was normal. But as soon as I married Avie and I legally got to call her my wife, I knew straight away that I wanted a child with her. It just felt like the right thing to do.

I suppose I didn't necessarily think it through too much at the time, and it wasn't until Avie was nine months pregnant with a bump that near enough made me wince in pain just at the sight of it, that I actually started to wonder if this was a good idea and if we could raise a baby in an environment like this. I started to question if I'd even be a good dad or if I'd be the absent type, always away with work or something of the sorts. I guess I should blame the movies for making a child seem so easy. I just thought we'd get to swan around holding our little pride and joy and it'd be as simple as that. If only it was.