Y/N's POV:
I open my eyes and look towards the wall. It's 9 o'clock already? I think this is the first time I've gotten a whole 8 hours of sleep since Aurora has been home. She gets especially fussy at night and Harry is becoming an expert on getting her to calm down. Harry is no longer next to me, but the imprint remains on his pillow. Being the amazing man he is, I know he's up and at it with Aurora. I smile to myself and get out of bed to make my way towards the bathroom in attempts to look presentable. I look in the mirror to see the horrendous bags under my eyes that no cream can fix. My mourning routine consists of getting dressed, brushing my hair, brushing my teeth and washing my face. It takes me a grand total of 6 minutes before I make my way downstairs. Before I can even get down the stairs, I hear the beautiful, melodic voice of my husband singing "The Wheels On The Bus." I follow the sound to find Harry holding Aurora in one hand and flipping pancakes with the other. As I start walking towards them I hear Harry say "I can't see you, I can't smell you, I can't feel you, I could hear you and now I'd like to taste you." With this, he quickly turns around and finds his way straight to my lips. I look down to see our beautiful daughter smiling up at me and take her into my arms. "Good morning beautiful," Harry says as he takes the both of us into his arms and hugs us tight. "Good morning handsome," I reply, digging my head further into his chest. Harry leans down to kiss mine and Aurora's foreheads before turning around and making his way back to the pancakes. I look at the table to see whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, cut strawberries and blueberries. What more could I ask for in life? "This looks incredible, thank you," I say making my way towards the whipped cream can with Aurora. I can't help myself. Harry looks over at me knowingly, mouth wide open and I know I can't miss this opportunity. Instead of putting the whipped cream in his mouth, I put it on his nose which promptly caused a giggle erupt out of Aurora. We both looked at each other in shock. It was the most beautiful sound either of us had ever heard. Her eyes were wide and bright, smiling up at her daddy who had whipped cream smudged over his nose. "We created the most beautiful human," Harry whispered, glancing between the both of us. This is love.
