Something Great (h.s.)

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That's the face.

Harry's POV:
As soon as We walk through the doorway to her new room, Darcie's eyes grow to be the size of saucers. She gets giddy and I place her on the ground. 

With wide eyes, she bolts over to her bed. She struggles to get up, and grows frustrated. She talks to herself as if she's the only one with common sense, throwing her hands up in aggravation.

She mumbles,"I'm alweady weally  little why would somebody get me a bed made for bigfoot? I can't eben reach da sink. What da heck made this old man think I could get on da bed by myself. He didn't eben ask me if I needed help. The nerves of some people!"

She leaps then grips one of the pillows, thinking it can support her weight, and continues climbing up but to no avail. The pillow slips, and so does she, falling onto her bum with a thud. Now, she sits on the floor with her arms crossed, huffing a breath that causes her bangs to float up, then back down over her face.

"Need some help?" I walk over to her and begin to lift her off of the ground, but almost as soon as I do so, she's slapping my hands and wriggling to get free.

"Grand dad! I will do all by myself. I can do it." She speaks to me with deeply furrowed eyebrows, and one hand on her hip. She waves the other one with a pointed finger as if scolding me.

I find it amusing and say,"Alright pickle", then let a chortle. Just like her f*cking grandmother. She notices my laugh and puffs out her lips, scrunching up her nose, trying to be serious. I mimick her face and she giggles.

"Grand dad, you can't call me pickle any mower. I'm too old for this".

"You'll always be my little pickle."

She lets a huff in defeat, then brightens up and I can practically see the lightbulb go off over her head.

She runs out of the room momentarily, leaving me confused, but then comes back with a step stool in hand. She places it in front of the bed and steps up victoriously. She grins from cheek to cheek and looks up at me, as if to say 'I told you so'.

I playfully roll my eyes as I say,"nobody likes a smarty pants"

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2 hours later

After helping Darcie prepare for bed, because she can do it all by herself, I order a cheese pizza. We sat at the table, and mid chew, Darcie asks,"Who's that", pointing at the last picture Sterling, Harold, and I took as a family.

Sterling thought it would be cute if we took a family portrait at the beach. Our photographer told us to just play and enjoy the day so that the smiles in the pictures were genuine. We took Harold to the water, then built sand castles. We were in such bliss that we'd  forgotten the photographer was even there. 

Sterling had Harold pinned, tickling him as he kicked and squealed. "Daddy! Help me. We can't let mommy win! Boys rule, help daddy! Ahhhh daddy helppp!"

"Coming son!" I plunge towards Sterling and begin tickling her. With a scream she sets Harold free. He sits in my lap as she lays in the sand. "I always have your back dad, right?"

I grin then ruffle his hair ,"right son."

"And you always have mine?"

"No matter what." After I say this he chuckles and wraps his arms around my neck as I plant a kiss to his forehead. He whispers something in my ear and immediately after both of our eyes dart over to Sterling who's relaxing in the sand. He lets go of me, and I  lunge towards her, now towering her. She lets a surprised gasp escape her perfect lips and I grin a malicious grin.

Harold and I double team tickling her, as I hold her down and he blows raspberries on her stomach. She kicks, laughs, screams, and flails her arms, but It just causes the two of us to laugh. I hold her tighter and he tickles her feet.

When she's literally gasping for air, I let her go and hover over her, her back against the ground and my forehead inches from hers. I kiss her and then Harold wraps his arms around my neck, happily.

That's when the most perfect picture was taken. That's when the perfect day happened. The perfect moment.

"Grand dad! Did you hear me?? Who are them?" She grabs the picture frame and stands in the kitchen chair.

I snatch the picture frame and scold her," Sit in that seat the right way before you fall and bust your bum, again." I rub my temples. This is gonna be a rough few months.

I point at each face as I explain,"The little boy is your big headed daddy. The pretty lady is your grandmother, and the dorky looking bloke between the two is me."

"You got OLD, grand dad" she laughs gleefully, and I carry her to her room.
I place her on the bed and she yawns. I tuck her in and place a kiss on her forehead. As I head over to the door, she stops me in my tracks,"grand dad?"

I run a hand through my hair," Yes, pickle?"

"Do you still love grandma Sterling?"

A/n: sorry for taking so long to update. I lost inspiration and data, but I'm back on track and hope you comment comment comment. Oh, and if you like it, hit the star button. It really helps and would be greatly appreciated. I want to know what you think -Brink💋

P.s I didn't edit this.. Oops