"Da-da," Harry's lips curl around the word for what feels like the thousandth time that afternoon as he looks down at the sleepy baby in his lap. "Clem, say da-da."
Instead of saying anything, Clementine's eyes begin to flutter shut. He sighs dejectedly and grabs the cloth next to him to wipe some of the milk away from the corner of her mouth.
"Don't be jealous that she said mama first, H."
He grumbles as he gently thumbs down the slope of Clementine's soft nose. In return to his lack of response, Y/N snickers from her chair on the other side of the living room. She closes her book and puts her chin in her hand.
"I didn't even get to hear it," he mutters quietly with a pout on his face. "I was too busy getting you those cookies from the grocery store."
Y/N hums to herself as she pulls another cookie from the box, as if his comment just reminded her of his earlier errand. She chews, swallows, and shrugs her shoulders.
"She's gonna be obsessed with you for her entire life, Harry. We all know you're gonna be the nice, pushover parent. Can't you let me have this one thing? Before she's too old to know how grumpy her mom is?"
She notices the edges of his lips turn upward at her self-deprecating humor.
"She'll love both of us just the same." he mumbles. The sentiment makes Y/N's stomach flutter.
"Mm, easy for you to say. Wait until you get her name tattooed on you, then I'll never stand a chance."
Harry laughs softly, "I'll get your name, too. That way you both know how loved you are."
His response sends a nervous zip through her body, but she quickly replaces the surprised expression with a stoic one before shaking her head.
"Silly," she murmurs, cracking her book back open, "You're silly."
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you're my last shot
Fanfictionin which harry and y/n are in the same friend group but don't like each other very much - until they have a one night stand, y/n gets pregnant, and- wait, now they're having a baby?
