All I Want For Christmas (A HIA One Shot)

Mia's POV

(A/N: I get mummy Mia vibes from this picture. Not sure why but I can totally see this girl running around the living room chasing after her son with her baby girl on her hip as Harry captures the whole thing on video. Gosh, the places my mind goes. Enjoy.)

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Mia's POV.

"And this is my baby girl, Poppy," I hear Harry proudly introduce our daughter to Adam.

Silly really, Adam has met her before but sometimes Harry gets into one of his wonderful little "daddy dazes" as I call them. I'll catch him holding our new bundle of joy and it's like the world around them falls away and it's just the two of them. One look into those big eyes of hers and he's completely gone to the rest of the world... even me sometimes.

Harry never passes up an opportunity to spoil her or show her off and the best part of it is that she's so mellow that little Poppy just sits back and looks blankly and lets him do what he likes.

Of course, she's only a few months old so Poppy doesn't know he's acting all adorable to me and potentially embarrassing to her. I utterly adore this kind of behavior but from a teenage Poppy perspective, who knows...we'll just have to see in later years.

"She's beautiful, man," Adam responds reaching down and giving her tummy a little tickle. "You two did good."

Harry is absolutely beaming as he gazes down at our girl and then over to me, my heart skipping a few beats when he does.

That's one thing that has never changed, one look from him from across the room and my whole body turns to goo.

"Had very little to do with it," he counters, keeping his eyes on me. "It was all her mum."

How is it that after all these years, all the things we've been through, and everything we've endured, Harry can still make me feel like that timid, bashful, and almost clueless girl I was when we met.

It's magical.

As Adam pulls Harry's attention once again, I return to the task at hand... checking in with Anne. Not surprisingly though her son distracted me and mark my words it's definitely not the first time and certainly won't be the last.

"Hey, sweetheart. I was wondering when you'd call," Anne's sweet and familiar voice sounds through the phone.

"Am I really that predictable?"

I fiddle through Poppy's baby bag taking out the bottle I know she's going to want any minute.

Harry's cuddles help but not even he can soothe our baby's cries when she's hungry.

"You're a new mum again, predictable comes with the territory."

We laugh together at how true that statement is. I'm guessing she was the same way when Harry and Gemma were my children's ages. While I'm not overbearing, at least I try not to be, I still can't deny the longing pit in my stomach that needs to make sure both my babies are okay each and every second. But my son insisted that he wanted to spend some quality time with Grammy so I let my first born go and spend an entire week with Anne in Cheshire.

"So how's he doing? Not giving you very much trouble is he?"

"My dear, your son is one of the sweetest most polite four-year-olds I know." She scoffs as if it's an obvious thing.

I know my boy is perfect but I'm not under any allusion that others will share my opinion no matter how much I think they are wrong. But then again I'm his mother and he's my son, my firstborn and spending his first nights alone with grandma without me.