Y/N POV
Since Darcy and I left the hospital with Harry he hasn't changed any diapers.
Its been at least 2 weeks.
"Harry!" I shout for him.
"What's wrong love?" He asks as soon as he reaches Darcy's nursery.
"I need your help putting on her diaper" I smile.
"No thanks, I don't like changing diapers" he shakes his head and puts his arms up in the air.
"Why not? She's your daughter too" I try to persuade him.
"She's a girl"
Oh my gosh. This is hilarious! He doesn't want to change her diaper because she's a girl.
I burst out laughing.
"Why is that funny?" He playfully pouts.
"Just because she's a girl you don't want to change her diaper? That's stupid" I giggle.
"You've seen a girls private part before, that's why she's here" I add smiling at my baby girl.
"You're right, I'm sorry" he laughs.
He walks over to the changing table and starts to remove Darcy's diaper.
"Ugh, she peed" he scrunches his nose.
I giggle and help him.
Once we finish Harry takes her into his arms and she immediately falls asleep.
Newborns are boring.
They just eat, sleep and poop or pee.
"It wasn't so hard was it?" I laugh.
"No, not really" he pulls me next to him with his right arm and carry's Darcy with the other.
"I love my family"
