The Only Way Out [Book 2]

Chapter 12 - Sing A Silly Song

***Harry's POV

Someone's playing with my cross necklace.

The cool metal chain touches the right side of my neck, then the left and back again.

I inhale deeply, burying the right side of my face in my warm pillow and my body relaxes as I exhale.

And she stops.

Thank God.

A tiny hand touches my cheek, making my eyelids flutter but I keep them closed.

Maybe she'll go back to sleep.

Warm breath washes over my face before a wet kiss is placed on my nose. A smirk threatens my lips but I keep still because I know who the sleep disturber is.

And I plan to get her.

Ferris leans into my chest, repeatedly saying 'Dadda' while she moves her hand in my hair. I let her play with it for a while before I decide to 'wake up.'

"Gotcha," I wrap my arms around her, rolling onto my back and she squeals. "Shhh, we don't want to wake up Mummy."

"Okay, Dadda," she mimics my whispered tone.

I smile at my little girl but I'm still very tired and I don't want to get up just yet.

Let's see...

I brush her disheveled curls from her face, gently bringing her to lay on my chest. I close my eyes and hum softly, hoping that will lull her back to sleep.

It doesn't.

Ferris starts to sing along.

I stare at the ceiling and let out a breath.

It was worth a shot.

"Alright," I sit up and reach for her dolly. "Let's go downstairs so we don't wake Mummy or Baby Brother."

She nods and I hold her to me as I get out of bed. I walk over to Bea's nightstand and clip the baby monitor to my belt loop while keeping an eye on my sleeping wife.

God, she's beautiful.

Then I turn around and check on my boy. He's out like a light just like his mum.

I walk out of our bedroom and quietly shut the door behind me.

"Would you like a snack, Ferris?" I ask as I make my way downstairs.

"Yeah!" she claps. "I'm hungry."

"Me too," I give her a raspberry on her cheek and she giggles. "Like father, like daughter."

As I walk into the kitchen, I can't control my yawn. The hour-long nap was good but it definitely wasn't long enough. I'm exhausted but I have to push through.

For Bea and my kids.

"Wait here, Love," I kiss her head before placing her in the high chair, "and Dadda will fix us a snack."

"Dolly wants a snack, too!" Ferris looks up at me with her big blue eyes as she hugs her dolly.

"Okay, Love," I smile at my little girl.

Another yawn escapes my mouth as I walk over to the ice box. I open the door and spot the grapes.

That'll do.

Ferris loves red grapes so I take out the container and grab an apple juice box.

"So, Miss Styles," I smile at Ferris and she looks up at me. "How do grapes sound?"