The twins were Harry's greatest achievement. Above the albums, above the travelling, even the awards. He loved his three girls more than anything, but there was something about the two little girls that you had brought into the world together. Their curly hair that matched his perfectly, though theirs were a lighter brown, almost blonde in colour; their light eyes that matched their daddy's perfectly; and their skin that was as perfect as yours-at least that's what Harry liked to tell you.
Each day, no matter how tired he was, Harry would be up before you and walking into the twins' bedroom to pick them up from their cots, bringing each of them to his chest for a hug before walking them down the stairs and towards the living room.
Before they were born, his mornings would consist of waking up and grabbing his journal, walking to the kitchen to have a cold glass of water and a quick write of what he was feeling as he woke up. However, since the day you brought them home from the hospital nearly 18 months ago, he would wake up when they would, taking them downstairs and spending at least an hour with them before you woke up.
Both girls would be fed before you walked downstairs, and as you entered the living room where the three loves of your life sat, Harry would kiss your lips quickly before sauntering off and bringing you a steaming cup of coffee to wake you up, all while you got to snuggle your babies and make them giggle as you tickled their pudgy little bellies.
No matter how much time he spent with them on a morning, Harry would never dress your little girls for he knew that you loved taking them up to their room together to get them dressed for the day.
That morning was no different.
Harry had woken up to the smallest sound coming from your daughters' nursery, turning off the monitor that sat next to your bed, and kissing your forehead lightly. He knew you were awake too, but he wanted to let you rest, and you wanted him to have the hour on his own with his girls.
He hated the fact that he had to travel for work still and fretted that he was missing out on their lives, and that hour a day was all he needed to know that he was a good daddy, and that his children loved him.
He left the bedroom and pulled the door closed softly, the only sounds being heard in your bedroom being his footsteps on the landing of your forever home. You snuggled yourself back into the covers knowing that your girls were being looked after. You could hear Harry talking to the two girls as he walked down the stairs, holding one of their hands as they slid down on their bums- something Harry knew you didn't like and so would only do it when they were on his own with them.
An hour later, you ventured out of the bedroom, one of Harry's tour hoodie's covering your top half, and down the stairs towards the living room where you heard giggles and Harry's baby voice.
For a while you stood in the doorway, watching your children squirm on the floor while their daddy tickled their bellies and blew raspberries on them. You smiled at the interaction, taking a deep breath and enjoying the view before you.
"My, my, what do we have going on here?" The two little girls saw you and tried to push their dad away from them, crawling over to you and pulling at your legs. You picked them both up and held them close to your chest, watching as Harry walked over to you too.
"Morning, gorgeous." A small kiss was pressed to your lips before he walked toward the kitchen where you knew he was preparing you a mug of coffee.
"You two are super lazy this morning. You both know that you can walk to mummy, yet you crawled instead. Cheeky monkeys." You sat yourself down on the sofa and pushed yourself back, letting your babies lay on your chest and snuggle into you. Since Harry had been tickling them when you got downstairs, you enjoyed them cuddling you and wanting to be as close as they could be.
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Harry Blurbs
RomanceA collection of blurbs that I have written over the past year that are too short to have their own 'story'