Daddy Harry (adopting fanfic)

Chapter 26

The Boy's POV

When our tour bus arrived into England it was early. We had rehearsals in couple of hours, then going to Clevedon Pier to film the new You and I video , a concert, and an after-party before we got any rest and our long break won't be for awhile. Timing everything so we could eat, get ready, go everywhere, and make sure we got our hair and make-up gave us extra time to do whatever we wanted.

Grace's POV

I slowly woke up to soft voices singing a song just above a whisper. A little crankily I pulled the blanket over my head shifting to the other side of the crib. There were light sighs before I heard the crib unlocking and soft hands picking me up. I stood quiet hoping which ever daddy is was to think I was sleeping. I was placed onto which I assumed was changing table while I was changed into a new diaper and clothes I still didn't move or make a noise. Daddy's voice finally filled the air "come on baby wake up I got breakfast ready and we got a full day ahead of us" he rubbed my back constantly which felt good. I finally decided to fully wake up and look at daddy. Quietly looking up I saw daddy's eyes meet mine and he smiled at me. "Your awake that's a start now let's get food in that tummy of yours!" My stomach rumbled a little making  daddy and I giggle because both my stomach and I wanted food. When we were in the kitchen daddy tried to place me into my high chair I just held onto him tighter not wanting to go in the high chair. He sighed a little "gracie don't you want eat," I nodded my head but didn't lose my grip on him. He gave up and sat down at a chair with me on his lap. I let my grip on him go and leaned back into his chest looking at the rest of daddy's. They all had curious eyes like something was wrong with me but went back to eating. Two plates were put in front of daddy and I the smaller one for me and the bigger one for daddy. Mine had a pancake with syrup and a strawberry and then my bottle. I reached out to pull a piece off my pancake when daddy stopped me. Looking up at him questionably he told me he didn't want him or me getting dirty so he fed me pieces with a fork. When I finished everything on my plate he gave me my bottle wiping my face with a wipe before letting me to play until he finished eating. Crawling around I noticed the tv on the bus was on. The tv showed a girl walking out of her room and out of nowhere a guy had a gun and shot her the bullet went to her skull she dropped dead on the floor. I ran into my room hiding underneath my crib hoping I wouldn't die just like the girl on tv. I couldn't see or find teddy or blankey under my crib. I sobbing quietly drinking my milk wishing daddies found the bad guy and came to save me. Minutes went by and I could only hear muffled voices outside my room. Trying to make myself smaller was impossible but how do I know if he can still see me?? 30minutes went by and I was getting tired from worrying to much. I finally gave into sleep.

The Boy's POV

We couldn't find Grace for what seemed like hours but were really only minutes. We called her named before searching for her. Worried that something happened to her all made us worry more then we should have been.