jackie & wilson

one

with a huff, harry fell back onto his double-sized bed. it was exhausting, but so rewarding. even if harry found himself up late everyday, trying to balance his newfound career and two of his own children was hard. but, and anyone who has seen harry with his children could attest to this, he would not trade it for the world. in the last six months, it has come to seem like harry is starting to have the life he's always dreamed of. his music was starting to get picked up, his kids were happy and healthy, and his ex-wife, mara (harry always thought it was interesting that her name means 'bitter', but he didn't question it until after they'd been married for a year), was finally out of his life for good.

harry had a lot of problems with mara, but he refused to think about them now that he was free from the torturous women. while he did regret every moment he's ever spent with that cheater, harry is extremely grateful for the two beautiful children she helped him create, even if she did abandon them just weeks after they were born.

harry was truly happy with his life, and it is only expected to get better.

now that the twins were fast asleep, harry could have a moment for himself. he stood up from he had fallen onto his bed and made his way into his bathroom, but not without stopping to grab his phone and bluetooth speaker. harry connected his phone, shuffled his "bath times" playlist, and let out a sigh of content when stevie nicks' voice filled the silence around him. he ran the bath and added a bit of the lavender scented bubbles as he began to undress. each time harry removed an article of clothing, it felt like he was also removing a weight off of his shoulders.

the next morning started the roller coaster that was harry's life. jackie woke up first, calling out for her daddy. harry had already been awake, done his morning workout and began preparing both his and the kids' breakfast. he turned the heat on the stove down, before making his way to his two-year olds. "good morning, princess,' harry softly spoke as he flicked the light on. there was one crib on each side of the room, one with a pastel blanket on it, that wilson was still sleeping on-top of, and one with a pastel yellow blanket pushed up to the top of the bed. jackie was standing on the end, holding onto the side, calling for her daddy. harry couldn't help but to smile at the mess of brown curls that made up her bedhead.

"daddy!" jackie called with a toothy grin. harry couldn't believe she had all of her teeth; it felt like just yesterday he was crying because she got her first tooth. "don't wake will, sweetie." harry shushed the two-year old and picked her up. as soon as she was comfortable in his arms, he pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. she let out a giggle while harry carried her out of the room. "breakfast is almost ready, okay?" she nodded at her daddy's words, "watch cartoons while i finish." harry gently put his girl on the couch and kissed her forehead, while he went to go finish breakfast.

it wasn't long until harry had cut up the blueberry pancakes for the kids, and put his overcooked (from leaving them on the stove to get jackie) eggs on a plate. "okay, jackie, i'm going to get will, i'll be right back." jackie nodded, consumed into an episode of 64 Zoo Lane.

when harry walked into wilson's room, he was slightly snoring. his left arm was extended above his head, and his legs were extended straight out. "g'morning, willy," harry said as he approached the crib. wilson had always been a heavy sleeper, so it always took a bit to wake him up. harry ran a gentle hand through wilson's brown curls. both kids had gotten mara's brown eyes, but harry was immensely happy when their hair got long enough for it to resemble his brown curls.

"c'mon, bub. it's time to wake up," harry said and lightly moved his son's arm. this seemed to get a response as his hand began to curl and his eyes started to flutter. within the next minute, wilson woke up and smiled at his father. "dada!" he cheered, getting a sudden burst of energy. "g'morning, willy," harry chucked and lifted him out of the ground. wilson didn't really like be carrying, and was much better at walking (and running, apparently) than his sister was. as soon as harry put him on the ground, he took off. harry hollered a "be careful", but it fell on deaf ears. "jay-jay!" wilson called as he approached his sister. when the twins were really little, wilson couldn't say 'jackie', so harry taught him to call her jay, which eventually grew into 'jay-jay'. jackie was the complete opposite, a broken version of the word 'will' was the first word she ever said.