Seven months ago, when Harry asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't have been happier. He was everything I wanted-loyal, caring, funny, and incredibly handsome. It felt like nothing could come between us.
But then our lives changed forever from j...
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London, 7 AM.
The early morning sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting warm rays onto the living room floor, where Harper lay on her tummy, kicking her tiny legs and wriggling in discovery. At just two months old, she was growing fast, but she still had the same newborn scrunch that made Naomi's heart melt every time she saw it.
Naomi settled into the corner of the couch, pulling her knees up as she sipped her coffee, watching her baby's gummy smile widen every time she managed to lift her head even a little. Her little girl was so determined, and that made Naomi swell with a quiet pride she hadn't expected to feel so deeply.
Next to her, Harry stretched out, shifting his weight to lie on his stomach on the floor beside Harper. "Come on, Harpster," he cooed in an exaggerated voice, making silly faces as he tried to encourage her. "You got this! Strong like your dad, yeah?"
Harper blinked her big eyes at him, her smile breaking across her face as if she recognized the playfulness in his tone. Naomi laughed softly, leaning back to savor the moment. Watching Harry with their daughter, she felt an overwhelming warmth, a perfect blend of love and gratitude. This was her life now, and she couldn't imagine it any other way.
"She's completely fascinated by you," Naomi said, shaking her head, her voice soft with admiration.
"Well, who wouldn't be?" Harry grinned, rolling his eyes up at her. "I'm a pretty fascinating bloke."
"Oh, yes, totally," she teased, nudging him gently with her foot. "But she's got you wrapped around her tiny finger already."
Harry looked down at Harper, his gaze softening. "Can you blame me?" He reached out, gently resting a hand near hers on the play mat, his fingers just inches away from her own. "Look at this face. That scrunch? It's criminally cute."
Harper responded with another gummy grin, her little mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she worked to lift her head higher. Naomi watched them with a smile, loving how easily Harry brought out Harper's joy, his voice full of warmth and encouragement.
Harry shifted his attention to Naomi, reaching up to tug gently on her hand. "Hey, don't just watch from up there. Come down and join us," he insisted with a mischievous grin.
Naomi rolled her eyes playfully but slipped off the couch to lie down on Harper's other side, their daughter happily cooing as if she knew she was the center of attention. Naomi propped herself up on her elbow, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I guess this is what Saturday mornings look like now," she mused with a soft smile.
Harry tilted his head thoughtfully. "Honestly, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I thought, you know, we'd still be finding our way through this whole parenting thing. But... I think we're doing all right." He turned to look at her, his gaze steady. "And you—you're amazing, you know that?"
Naomi felt her cheeks warm at his words. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," she replied, trying to keep her voice casual. "Although I'll admit, I didn't expect you to be quite this... natural."
