The Adventures of Harry and Grace (H.S.)

Nakey Baby

"Cuppa?" Harry pulls down two mugs from the cabinet, raising one when he asks Mitch if he would like a cup of tea.

"Sounds good. English Breakfast?" He questions, wondering what flavor Harry is currently making.

"Always." Harry shakes his head and pushes the button to start the electric kettle. Opening two packages of tea, he places the bags in their mugs letting the tag and string hang off the side. "I'm really feelin' the vibe this new song gives off."

"I agree, it's different, but not in a bad way." Mitch sits down at the counter, planting his elbows on the marble.

"Different, but in a cool way." A cheeky smirk sneaks across his face as he looks over at one of his closest friends. Mitch rolls his eyes while shaking his head simultaneously. "Come on. Tha' was funny. Right?" The kettle beeps and Harry gives up trying to make Mitch laugh at his joke. Pouring the water into the cups, Harry takes the mugs to the island, handing one to Mitch. Harry pulls out the milk while the tea bags steep. Harry places the milk on the counter for Mitch to use.

"Oh my eyes." Mitch's hands shoot up to cover his eyes at the sight that has just run into the kitchen.

"Wha'..." Harry turns his head, and his eyes behold the sight that has made Mitch start to blush. "Gracie..." Harry sets his cup on the counter and turns to grab his daughter. Grace is currently stark naked, and she seems to be having the time of her life. "Come 'ere." Reaching out his arms, Harry attempts to grab his daughter but she runs in the opposite direction. Her curls bounce around her face like little bungee cords and her giggles fill the room. "Nakey baby!" Harry's voice reaches a higher register as he chases her around the kitchen.

"No get me daddy!" Two- year-old Grace squeals as Harry is closing in on her. She moves her arms back and forth in an effort to speed up, and it makes Harry chuckle at the sight.

"I... gotcha." Harry throws his daughter in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "No more nakey baby. Let's find mum and get yeh dressed."

"No dress. I nakey!" Grace wiggles in Harry's arms, attempting to break free from the trap they have created.

"Can't be nakey forever Bug. 'm sorry." Walking out of the kitchen, Harry is met face to face with his wife.

"Oh! Sorry! Didn't see ya there." You apologize for running into your two favorite humans. "I've been looking for you Grace. Where.... And Why are you naked?" You notice that your daughter is completely naked head to toe, when she was dressed not even fifteen minutes ago.

"No cw-ose Gracie bug!" Her eyebrows have created the cutest little valley between them as she scrunches up her face in frustration, looking exactly like her father. Harry is the king of pouting, and he so lovingly gifted that trait onto Grace.

"Well, we can't be naked all the time love; it just doesn't happen like that." You say, holding out your arms so Harry can transfer the naked little one. "Let's go!" You say as Harry places her in your embrace. You take Grace upstairs to her bedroom and help her get dressed.

"Coast is clear, man." Harry says to Mitch. Mitch peels his fingers from his eyes and finds his tea, sipping small sips of the hot liquid.

"What are you teaching her?" Mitch says with a small chuckle at the end of his sentence.

'Don' look at me. I blame her mum." Harry lifts his tea to his lips and takes a long sip. "Shall we get back to work?"

"Sure." Mitch stands from his spot at the counter and follows Harry back into the music studio down the hall where they sit and work on new music.

"Oh Gracie." Mitch covers his eyes with his arm when he sees the door open and a tiny naked human run into the room.

"Ahhh!" Harry screams, setting his guitar down and attempting to trap Grace in the corner. When he moves one way, she moves another, and her giggles from this action paint the room. "Come 'ere nakey baby." Harry grabs his daughter. Grace giggles when he pulls her in his arms and starts to tickle her stomach without any mercy. "I'll be back, Mitch." Harry says to his friend as he takes his daughter out of the studio and upstairs to get dressed. "Why are yeh nakey again?"

"No wike cw-oes." Grace says nonchalantly.

"But clothes are awesome, Grace. Daddy likes clothes." Harry carries his daughter into her room, setting her on the floor. "Let's put on some clothes now. This is lovely." Harry holds up a daisy printed dress, with white snaps down the front of it. He can see how she unsnapped all the ones she needed and stepped out of her dress. "Come on love bug. We gotta get dressed." Harry pleads with his daughter.

"No!" Grace folds her arms across her chest, showing her father she is going to stand her ground. "No cw-ose."

"Gracie..... Come on. Please. Do yeh want to wear somethin' else?" Harry slides his knees across the floor, making his way to her dresser. He pulls out a purple shirt with a cat on it and a pair of white trousers. "Look at the kitty, Grace. This. Is. Cute." He attempts to sell the new outfit to his daughter but he can tell by the crease between her eyebrows she is not going to budge.

"No tank you." She gives her father a glare hoping it will make him crack and let her just be naked for the rest of the day.

"Thanks for using yer manna's but we need to get dressed. Would yeh like to help me pick or can daddy pick for yeh?" Harry tries the method of giving Grace options. His eyes search her face, watching the wheels turn in her head, trying to decide which decision is the best decision.

"I pick." Grace stomps over to the dresser, still upset that she has to get dressed, and helps her father find a sparkly pink skirt and a navy blue shirt with a duck on the front. It doesn't match, but Harry doesn't care. Harry helps his daughter put on a new nappy and get dressed in the new outfit that she picked.

"Alright love, thanks for making a good choice. Now, stay dressed okay?" Harry puts his hands on her shoulders. "No more nakey baby!" Tapping her nose twice, Harry stands up.

"O-tay." Grace says watching her father leave the room. Running towards the door, Grace keeps her eyes on her father as he makes his way down the hall to the stairs. Harry goes down the stairs and back into the studio to finish his song with Mitch.

Once the coast is clear, Grace races back into her room and unbuttons her skirt. Taking it off with a little giggle. She strips off her shirt and pulls the straps of nappy off. Drumming her fingers on her round little tummy, Grace is once again happy to be a nakey baby. Walking out of her room, she bounces down the stairs, happy to be naked, free and feeling mischievous by not listening to her father.

Opening the door to the studio quietly, Grace pokes her head in and then makes her dash into the room.

"GRACIE WHY!" Harry exclaims the second he spots her naked bottom dancing around the room. Running to Grace, Harry picks her up once again and looks over at Mitch who is staring at the ceiling. "What has she been drinking?"

"I don't know, but don't give it to your wife." Mitch laughs at his joke. Harry's laugh bursts into the room and is so loud Grace jumps slightly, her eyes glued on her father.

"Agreed." Harry chuckles "Keep whatever yer drinkin' far away from yer mum." Harry turns his attention to Grace as he laughs at Mitch's joke. Walking out of the studio, Harry takes Grace upstairs once more to get her dressed in clothes that will probably end back up on the floor.

Taking a deep breath in, Harry exercises his talent of being patient and begins to dress his daughter in her clothing, and will continue to do so as often as necessary.