Educate _ h.s

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Harry

"Daddy," Hazel groans. "What Hazel? I'm trying to do your sandwich." I say getting annoyed. It was ten a.m and already I was close to loosing it with her. "I want to leave now!" She screams. Stomping her little feet. "Hazel, cut it out, you never act like this." I say finishing off her sandwich for the picnic we were having with Hollie today. "I don't care." She says. How can she have attitude already for god sake. She's like a teenager. "Go and sit on the stairs on time out until we leave." I order. She pokes her tongue out at me, but follows my orders regardless. I sigh with relief.

We meet Hollie by the tree, where we had planned to meet. I sat down next to Hollie and Hazel was already kicking around a football Hollie had bought. I place my head on Hollie's lap and sigh. "She drains me Hols." I groan. Hollie laughs at me but places her hand in my hair anyway and strokes it. "Harry that is what happens when you have a kid." She says. "I know, I know." I pause. "Kiss?" I ask. Hollie nods and leans her head down softly placing them on mine. Our lips move together, just how I like it. Then, without our noticing, Hazel comes running over to us and bundles us. "CUDDLES!" She screams making Hollie and I laugh. I pull her closer into my chest. Hollie moves my head from her lap and moves so that she can put her head on my chest, just like Hazel. "My favorite two girls." I smile. "So, I was thinking maybe, I'll cook tonight?" I offer. Hazel lifts her head from my chest and looks at me. "Daddy, you can't cook." She laughs. A giggle from Hollie flutters around the the air. I lift my arm a little moving her a bit from where she was resting causing her to moan. "Don't you laugh." I moan. "Sorry" She giggles. "I can too," I argue with Hazel. "Daddy, you can't even make pancakes. Nanny tells me all the time that she worries when you cook." Hazel giggles, snuggling back down to Hollie. "I've been living alone for six years, I'm sure I can cook." I groan nuzzling my head more into the grass. "Daddy, why do we have takeaways so much?" She says. Because I can't bliming cook. "Come here you little ratbag." I say. I get up and Hazel's already running and giggling. I let her get in front of me a little bit by running slow. "I'm gonna get 'cha," I say laughing. She screams and runs over to Hollie who's laughing. She runs into Hollie's lap giving me the perfect idea to run over to them both and bundle them. "Harry!!" Hollie screams. "Daddy!! You're squashing me!!" Hazel screams. I laugh and kiss Hazel's cheeks repeatedly. Then I move over to Hollie peppering kisses all over her face and stealing a cheeky one on her lips.

"Babe, do you want some help?" Hollie asks me leaning on the door frame of my kitchen. "No! Hollie! I can cook!" I groan. "Harry, you cooking tuna, pasta and sweetcorn. So far you've been staring at the tuna can for two minutes trying to figure out how open it." She giggles. I gesture for her to come over here. Her little feet padding over to me. I wrap my arms around her waist and her arms wrapping around my neck. She pouts her lips for a kiss. "Say I can cook." I whisper softly. "You can cook" She giggles. I press my lips against hers. She makes me feel so alive all the time. I can't help but always feel so happy around her. Especially when I see her with Hazel. Its everything rolled into one and it makes me feel like the luckiest man on earth. I don't want to be richer. I don't want to have a nicer car, nicer house, nicer job. This is what matters. If I have a normal house, normal car, normal job and still have my girls, all them nicer things in life don't mean anything because I have what I want. Hollie and Hazel. Hollie nuzzles her head into my chest and cuddles me closely. "I'm enjoying this," Hollie informs me. I smile and kiss her head softly. "I am too babe".

"Daddy..." Hazel trails as we start to eat our dinner, that I successfully cooked. "Yeah?" I reply. "Daddy, I don't feel too good." She mumbles. "Okay, when you've finished eating, I'll give you a bath and then you can cuddle up in bed? Sound okay?" I offer. She nods. After dinner, I walk Hazel to the bath and get her in, washing her hair and body and trying to make her smile a little more. Hollie has gone into my bedroom to watch TV whilst I sort Hazel out and I promised that when I go back in we would have cuddles. I got Hazel out the bath and got her changed. I sat her on her bed and plaited her hair whilst she slowly fell asleep. After finishing her plaits, she was already asleep. I placed her down in her bed and tucked her up, placing  kiss softly on her lips.

I walked in my room to see Hollie there snuggled up in my covers watching some show called Gavin and Stacey or something, its one of her favorites, I know that much. She's in one of my shirts and her underwear and it was a perfect sight to see, as always. I sat on my massive bed, I cuddled closer to her. "She feeling any better?" Hollie asks. I shake my head. "I don't know she fell asleep whilst I was doing her hair." I laugh a little. "Bless her, I hope she feels better soon." She smiles at me. I nod and kiss her cheek. I place my head on her tummy, snuggling in. My hand is placed over her hips and I pull he closer to me. "I'm tired" I yawn. Hollie looks down at me. "Harry its half seven." She laughs. "Hey! Don't judge, its hard looking after a kid all the time." I laugh. She rolls her eyes, but leans forward to press her lips against mine. I hum in appreciation. I'm forever feeling loved with this woman. I move my self so I'm hovering over her. I graze my lips over hers softly getting a moan from her. "Oh god, Hollie" I moan. Her hands are then placed at the bottom of my back and moved up slowly up my toned back. Our lips, that were barley touching in the first placed are moved away and Hollie whispers softly, "God, where do you even find the time to work out?" I smile and press my lips against hers. Our lips mold together. I focus on her bottom lip, teasing it.I suck on it and bite on it. Hollie moans and runs her hand in my hair and massages my head. Hollie opens her legs a little more to allow me to comfortable sit between them. I hum against her lips to edge her on a bit more.