Harry Blurbs

Easter Eggs

"Mummy! Nana's done a Easter egg hunt outside! Come see!" Your eyes opened to your 7-year-old daughter in between your husband and you on the king-size bed, her eyes focused on you as she smiled her toothless smile.

Three months prior she had lost her very first tooth, where she had cried for three days because she thought that she wouldn't have teeth anymore. It took Harry hours to get her to believe that she would grow new teeth and that she could smile with them again. You had suggested he run upstairs to the attic and grab the photo albums so she could see the two of them without their teeth when they were her age. Of course, he ran straight up to get them so he could make his beautiful baby girl stop crying. Though what neither of you were expecting, was for her to make you prove that you really did have more teeth and that you weren't faking.

"I need you to smile mummy. To make sure that you really do have teeth and daddy isn't lying to me." You shook your head before smiling with your teeth out for her to inspect. At one point she stuck a small finger in your mouth and wiggled one to make sure that they were secure before wiping said finger on your top before walking off back to her toys with a satisfied smile.

Harry chuckled from beside you with your then 5-month-old son sitting on his knee and playing with the strings of his hoodie. You shook your head at your daughter, who took after her daddy in all the best ways. Her hair sat in perfect little curls on her head, and her personality was a complete double of his which you loved.

"Baby girl, you need to go and wash your hands now. Especially after putting them in mummy's mouth."

Harry leaned in toward your ear where his breath caused you to lift your shoulder quickly from the sensation it gave you. He waited a few seconds before whispering in your ear quiet enough that the only person who would hear it was you because he knew you'd scold him if your daughter heard - not that it would ever stop him.

"You're making your daughter wash her hands after putting them in your mouth to check that your teeth are real, but when I put my fingers in your mouth you don't make me go and wash them." You turned to your husband with your mouth open and eyes wide. His lips held the cheekiest grin you'd ever seen and he brought his mouth open to replicate your expression, something that made your son squeal in delight.

"That's exactly why I'm making her wash her hands! I haven't had time to brush my teeth properly this morning and you know very well what went on last night, Harry." You scolded him before puffing your cheeks out to look at your son who brought his small hands up to press them, making your mouth create a fart like noise that never failed to make him cackle.

"That's fun! Can you let mummy and daddy get up and get dressed, sweetheart? We can't come down and enjoy the hunt if we're still in our pj's can we?" Your daughter shook her head aggressively and shuffled herself down the bed and onto the hardwood floor of Anne's second guest room. "Thank you, angel. Is your brother up yet?"

"Nana has him downstairs with aunty Gem and uncle Michal." You nodded as your daughter ran off and back down the stairs to find the rest of the family.

"Harry, bub? You need to get up." Harry groaned from his place, having not enjoyed the rude awakening your daughter gave him.

He turned his head so that he could face you, his eyebrows pushed down from sleepiness and his hands underneath his pillow keeping warm. His top half was completely bare, the tattoos that adorned it on full display for you. Without realising what you were doing, you traced your hand up to his arm and onto his back where you rubbed lightly and caused his eyes to fall back closed.

Your lips pressed a quick kiss to his temple before you pushed the soft duvet from your body and attempted to climb out of the bed. Your once again growing belly caused a struggle you weren't too happy about. Your son had just turned 4-months when you found out you were expecting again, with Harry being slightly more excited than you at the prospect of a third child. It wasn't that you didn't want another baby. Not in the slightest, but you'd only just gotten into a routine with your son when you found out that you were pregnant. You hadn't had the easiest pregnancies in the world and you were scared.