This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

grey sweatpants*

a harry and mia blurb in which husband!harry takes care of a very tired mia in a very dominant way. it's only 4k so it's not a really long blurb!

i should probably include a warning: there's face slapping in here. it's consensual and mia likes it. sorry if you don't like that, though, and you don't have to read this fic if it makes you uncomfortable!

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Mia comes into Harry's home office with a glass of water and Laila attached to her hip. He's in a meeting, but she's allowed to enter whenever she likes, and because having a baby who is obsessed with her dad is always a fun thing to handle. She was that kid herself. She puts the glass of water on his desk and then motions to get his attention. Harry quirks a brow and looks up at his wife questioningly.

"Good morning. I'm going to work," she says, placing her hands under Laila's armpits. "Here's your child."

Harry holds his arms out and eagerly takes Laila, and Mia all but plops her into his lap. A wave of awwwws and greetings are heard as the star of the show enters the meeting. "Hi Laila!" everyone says. Laila is very shy so she just lays her head on her dad's chest and closes her eyes.

"Laila, wanna say hi?" Harry murmurs against his baby's hair. She just shakes her head and turns the other way. He chuckles. "Sorry. She's only just woken up." Then he mutes the mic and looks at Mia. "Didn't get to make your coffee this morning, I'm sorry. I had so much to prepare still-"

She waves a hand. "It's okay. There's some left over breakfast if you want. I am off to work to once more succumb to the pain that is capitalism."

Harry smiles. "Sounds fun. Have a good day, love."

"Thanks," she sighs. "I'll be back for lunch, okay? Make me something good."

"Will do, boss woman."

She heads off then, after pressing a quick kiss to Laila's head, and then Laila and Harry are left alone. He unmutes his mic and continues working with an arm around his baby. He knows she's not going to fall asleep again, but she's also too timid to glance at the people he's speaking to. He loves mornings like this though. All his life he struggled with balancing things important to him, and if he's able to work and spend time with his baby, then sign him up. On mornings both Harry and Mia go to work, they wake up thirty minutes earlier to spend time with their baby and drive to daycare slowly.

Laila's little hand is holding onto Harry's jacket lapel tightly, her pink cheek pressed against his chest warmly. He rubs her back and gently sways her, making sure she's not falling off his lap.

When the meeting ends, she's still looking away and he laughs, shutting his laptop. "Where did you get this shyness from, huh? Not me. And your mother certainly isn't shy." He stands up and tosses her in the air, bringing her in for some kisses. "It's like you're a little alien." Laila is shrieking with laughter, kicking her legs. "Is that right? Are you my little alien, baby? Hmm? Alright, little love. We have an hour before the next meeting. Let's eat something."

Harry bounces her on his hip as he walks to the kitchen, humming something under his breath. "Okay. We got a bagel for daddy and... applesauce for Laila." He pulls a disgusted face. "Yuck."

"Yuck!" Laila frowns.

"Yeah! Yuck! But mumma said it's good for you so you gotta have it. It's better than the stuff you used to eat, you know. Tried some of that stuff and it was awful. Do you remember that?"