Summary: You're attempting to feed your 6 month old son Hunter who has no interest in actually eating the food and would rather just play with it.
Warnings: none
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You're sitting down for dinner with Harry and your 6 month year old son Hunter. Hunter still has no teeth so you decide to make some mashed potatoes for you all to eat together as a family.
"This food looks amazing love, thank you." Harry says, giving you a sweet smile. You return the small gesture before placing some potatoes on your plate. Grabbing a spoon, you pick up some food and bring it to Hunter's mouth. He swats the spoon away, spilling the potatoes all over the table.
"Hunter!" You yell slightly, "sweetie we don't throw our food." You try again and Hunter repeats the action and continues to make a complete mess of the kitchen, "Hunter stop that! You need to eat!"
You notice Harry laughing in the corner of your eye. "What's so funny?" you ask.
"Love he's barely a year old, he's not gonna understand you." He continues laughing.
"Well what do you propose I do? Do you want our son to starve?" You accuse your husband.
He shakes his head, "obviously not. Here let me try darling." He offers before grabbing the spoon. He does the same motion you do expect he makes some airplane noises that excite Hunter, he opens his mouth wide and gracefully accepts the potatoes.
"See love, that's how it's done." You scoff and roll your eyes.
"Whatever, he may listen to you more now but trust me he's totally gonna be a mamma's boy." You laugh and pinch Hunter's cheeks.
"I know I am." Harry cheekily smirks.
"Oi," you say, "That's how we ended up with a son in the first place remember?"
"Oh yes I do." He winks. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and smile before throwing some potatoes Harry's way. His eyes get wide and laughs and does the same to you; starting a whole food fight. Hunter is laughing and smiling and you cant help but smile at how adorable your son is. Food is flying everywhere, but you two just didn't care as you were having the time of your life.
As upset you were gonna be with having to clean the kitchen later, you were perfectly happy messing around with your messy boys; the perfect little family.
