Take a special sneak peek into Harry and Mia's future in this special holiday one-shot expanded from the original, now including the story from Harry's POV. Please enjoy!
Happy New Year and have a wonderful 2019!
All the love, C.
(A/N: When a video like this comes out there is no way I won't include it! This has been a very Merry Harry Christmas and end to 2018. I hope you like this little one shot from a year ago that I reimagined especially for you all. And the gif that started it all. I still turn into goo watching it... and so our tale begins. Enjoy.)
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"And this is my baby girl, Poppy."
If you had told me as a boy that I would be recording at the legendary Abbey Road Studios... I would have thought you were yanking my chain.
If you had told me I would have gotten this opportunity three fucking times... I would have probably laughed in your face for getting my hopes up.
And if you had told me that I would be here with some of my best friends, my newborn daughter and the love of my life... I probably would have simply walked away.
But they all happened.
Every.
Single.
One.
And here I am, with my beautiful little girl in my arms, the band all around fussing over her as she should be fussed over, and my gorgeous love just across the room.
How did I get so lucky?
"She's beautiful, man," Adam coos over her, giving her tummy a little tickle. Of course, Poppy couldn't care less. She's such a laid back little girl. With Robin, he was the life of the party, high energy in everything that he did, exhausting me and his mum on a daily basis.
He was such a fun first kid but our experience with him did nothing to prepare us for this little girl here.
She's so calm, her eyes wide, curious about everything, until she needs something and then she lets you know on an epic level, jumping out at you as a child possessed.
And that uncertainty is just as exhausting and haunting.
"You two did good."
The best.
At first, I respond with a smile, looking down at Poppy, and I know that while I might have been there for the fun part, this beautiful creature is all due to the sleepless nights, weeks hunched over the toilet, and midnight cravings that her mother had to endure.
I owe her everything for giving me our two beautiful children. Absolutely everything.
"Had very little to do with it," I shrug before looking across the room at the most important woman in my life, who just so happens to already be looking at me with those consuming brown eyes of her's. "It was all her mum."
Mia must hear me because her smile grows before she turns back to the phone call.
That girl over there, the one who's got my entire heart, she's magic.
