Football Imagines!

Harry Kane

"Babe, can you help me with the tape?" Harry asks.
As I hand him the tape, I notice how tired he looks. I must look the same .
We've been up all night wrapping presents for our 3 year old son and daughter Noah and Nevaeh.
It's around 12:30 am, so it's technically Christmas already. So I guess you could say, Mr and Mrs Claus were definitely working hard tonight.
Over the tearing and ripping of paper and tape, I could barely hear little footsteps coming down the stairs. However, being a mom now, I've got the instincts to hear it over anything.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Nevaeh's soft voice echoed through the living room as she looked for us.
Harry's eyes dart to mine and the presents we were wrapping. He immediately runs to find her in the living room, obviously not wanting to crush her "Santa Claus" dreams.
As I silently sit at the table, I over-hear them speaking in the living room.
"Daddy why are you awake? Santa won't come if anyone's awake!" Her worried little voice echoed.
"It's okay baby," Harry chuckles slightly, "Santa is definitely coming, mommy and I are just preparing for the him and his reindeer."
"Can I help?" She asks, peering over his shoulder, trying to see what we were doing.
"No!" Harry quickly says, somewhat loud. He didn't mean to.
"Oh, why not?"
"We might scare Santa and his reindeer."
But they're used to this kind of stuff,' Nevaeh argues back. She has a point.
And then Noah walks down the stairs, to meet both Harry and his twin sister.
"C'mon, Nevaeh, if you want Santa to come we need to go to sleep.
He's so used to caring for Nevaeh, and he's so mature for a 3 year old. He's also very, very smart.
"Thanks, bud," Harry grins at Noah. Noah nods, and then leads himself and Nevaeh to their bedrooms.
"How'd that go?" I giggle as Harry walks back towards me.
"It's was fine, I'm sure you heard though," he wearily smiles as he leans down to hug me.
"I'm tired baby,' he says into my neck.
"Me too, Harry. Let's just finish this up and go to bed," I say trying to push him away.
"To hell with that," he exclaims as he lifts me up, I gasp as he does so.
He carries me like a child, and begins to walk to our bedroom.
"Wait!" He carries me back to the living room and leans over the plate of milk and cookies that were left for Santa.
He picks up two and shoves one into my mouth, and one into his. He takes a sip of the milk once he's done.
"Now let's go," he runs back to our shared bedroom and tosses me onto the bed, running around the other side to meet me.
The bed dips down as he gets on and wraps his large arms around me.
"The kids are going to see their presents," I whine.
"They're all wrapped up," he assures me, "just without bows or tags or anything," he chuckles.
"Whatever," I say quietly falling asleep.
"I love you Mr 'Claus'," I hold onto Harry's arms.
"I love you too, Mrs 'Claus', best mom in the world, love of my life, woman of my dreams, mother of my two beautiful children, all of the above," he sing-songs as he hums into my neck.
"You're so cheesy. So unbelievably cheesy, oh my god. That's even cheesy to say you're cheesy," I ramble on, continuing to blush.
"Merry Christmas baby,"
"Merry Christmas, oh and I'm sure you'll be in pain after my Christmas present, baby,"
"Harry!"

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This is for HarryKaneIsMyWorld I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for requesting.

Amy 💎