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Just as you reached for another shirt, you felt Harry gently nudge your foot.

“Excuse me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, Mumma,” he said with a grin. “Want to do some extracurricular activities?”

“And what exactly would those be, Dadda?” you teased, finishing your task. As you stood up, he stepped closer, making his intentions perfectly clear.

“Well… that kind of activity.”

You smiled despite yourself.

“That sounds lovely. However, we do have one very rambunctious toddler. How exactly do you plan on fitting that into our schedule?”

Instead of answering, Harry simply reached behind him and quietly closed the laundry room door.p

“Our love and joy is currently very busy entertaining the Queen of Fairy Land,” he said matter-of-factly. “Apparently, today’s tea party has been planned since last week.”

You bit your bottom lip as his hands settled on your hips. Instinctively, you glanced at your watch. Harry did the same.

“Alright…” you murmured. “We’ve got a little time to play hooky.”

“You know me, Mumma,” he replied with a smug smile. “I’ve got the magic touch… and I’m very efficient.”

Before you could roll your eyes, he effortlessly lifted you onto the dryer.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Harry.”

He happily obliged, closing the distance between you as your lips met, spreading your legs open to wrap them around his waist.

Meanwhile, Clover was hosting the most important tea party in Fairy Land.

Tiny cups were carefully arranged around her stuffed animals as she poured everyone sweet tea and served the biscuits Harry had prepared for the occasion.

“Here you go, Mister Sniffles,” she said proudly, slightly overfilling his cup. “I know how much you love tea.”

A little spilled onto the floor.

“Oops…” she frowned. “Looks like we’re out of tea.”

She grabbed the toy teapot and hurried toward the kitchen.

“Dadda? I need more tea!”

Silence.

“Dadda?”

The kitchen was empty.

“Where are you, Dadda? Are we playing hide-and-seek? I don’t like it when you hide!”

Just then, the washing machine chimed.

Curious, she wandered over to the laundry room and turned the doorknob.

Locked.

She tried again.

“Mumma? Dadda?”

Inside the laundry room, you and Harry froze, heavily breathing.

The two of you exchanged panicked looks while silently arguing over who should answer first.

"You say something, she's looking for you”, you whispered urgently to Harry.

“She called for you first,” he whispered back, refusing to take the blame.

You shot him an exasperated look before finally giving in.

“Clovebug,” you finally called, trying very hard to sound normal, “Mumma’s just busy doing the laundry. Do you need something?”

“I don’t have any more tea for my party. I need Dadda to make me some.”

“Can you give Mumma just one minute? I’ll help you in a second.”

Harry chose that exact moment to make you lose your train of thought, feeling him hit that spot in you as you gasped.

You slapped his sweaty chest.

“I’m going to kill you,” you whispered through gritted teeth, grabbing the back of his neck.

He only smirked, obviously riling you up. He loved it when you got a little angry at him.

Outside, Clover tugged on the doorknob again.

“Can you please open the door?”

“Clover,” you improvised quickly, “I can’t right now. There’s a really big cockroach in here, and Mumma has to deal with it first.”

“Really?”

The memory of the cockroach that had landed on her arm at the park still haunted her. It was fucked up, but that was the only excuse, so your daughter wouldn't be too suspicious.

“Really, baby. I’ll be done in just a minute.”

“Okay, Mumma! Be careful!”

Her little footsteps hurried away from the door.

The moment they disappeared, you let out a long breath.

“You are unbelievably naughty,” you muttered, your hand briefly wrapping around his throat.

“You really need to behave.”

Harry only smiled, entirely unrepentant.

“Can I please continue?” Harry asked, barely able to hide the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, absolutely,” you whispered with a quiet laugh. “While our daughter is still distracted.”

You leaned in and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, leaving no room for another smug remark.

"Did you sleep well?" you whispered into her ear.

"Yes, Mumma." Her answer was so soft that you immediately melted.

"Remember when I told you it's Dadda's Day today?" you asked, trying to wake her up.

"And that you made a card for him?" Her eyes fluttered open as she remembered the pretty card she had made for him yesterday.

"Is today?" she asked, her voice full of sleepy excitement.

You nodded, sitting up in bed. She immediately followed, pushing herself upright and placing her little hands on your cheeks.

Harry almost always made breakfast. She did plan to make breakfast in bed, but Harry was already gone. So, brunch at a new cafe that they've been curious to try was the new plan.

When Harry's sweaty figure came into the room. "Dadda!" Clover's excitement not contained ran to him to the edge of the bed. You and Harry reached for her, and he caught her before she toppled off.

"Be careful, Clover, you haven't grown your wings yet." kissing her cheek and tickled her sides. Making her laugh out loud.

"Dadda's Day!" she screamed. Harry let her sit on his hip, a smile on his face. "Thank you, my Cloverbug," Attacking her with many kisses and then blowing bubbles to her belly.

“Hmm.” Harry dramatically sniffed the air as Clover cuddled against him. “Smells like someone needs a diaper change.” Harry narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Definitely a stinkbug," He excessively sniffed her neck. Clover gasped so loudly you nearly laughed. “I not stink!”

"What, are you sure about that?" teasing her

“That you, Dadda!” She pointed an accusing finger at him. He did have grass stains on his shirt and sweat dripping from his brow.

“Me?” Harry placed a hand dramatically over his heart.

“Yup! You stinky.” Clover nodded firmly.

“That's very rude, young lady.” Before she could argue further, Harry suddenly scooped her up and lifted her high into the air.

“DAADDAAA!” Clover squealed instantly.

“Dadda will help you change.” He brought her down just enough to tickle her sides.

“NOOOO!” Tiny giggles erupted from her.

“Timeout. Dadda, let the baby breathe,” you warned Harry, trying not to laugh yourself.

Harry immediately stopped tickling her and waited while Clover caught her breath, still hiccuping through her giggles.

Once her laughter settled into little snorts, Harry narrowed his eyes at her.

“You sure you're not the stinky one?”

“Noooo!”

Harry poked her tummy.

“Who needs a diaper change?”

“Not me!”

He poked her neck this time, making her squeal.

“Who?”

“DADDA!”

“She keeps saying it's me.” Harry looked over at you in disbelief.

“Maybe she's onto something,” you teased.

“Traitor.”

Clover was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, kicking her little legs while Harry peppered her cheeks with kisses.

“Right,” Harry announced, throwing her over his shoulder. “Diaper first. Then Dadda will take a shower,"

Harry adjusted Clover over his shoulder, one hand securely holding her legs while the other rubbed her back.

The movement made Clover dissolve into another fit of giggles.

“Daddaaa!”

“That's me.”

Clover kicked her feet happily against his chest. Harry carried her down the hallway toward her room, listening to her endless stream of baby noise and chatter. When they reached her room, Harry nudged the door open with his foot. The morning sun spilt through the curtains, illuminating the toys scattered across the floor from yesterday's adventures.

“Right then,” Harry said. “Pit stop.”

“No pit stop.”

“Yes, pit stop.”

“Noooo.”

“Unfortunately, Miss Clover, your opinion has been noted and ignored. We need to change your diaper”

He carefully lowered her onto the changing table. The second her back touched the mat, she threw her head back laughing.

“You funny, Dadda.” Harry smiled despite himself.

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

His heart squeezed immediately.

Children had a way of saying things so simply.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Well, I think you're pretty funny too, bug.”

Clover beamed at him, tiny hands reaching up to cup his cheeks.

Harry paused for a moment, letting her hold his face.

Just one of those ordinary little moments.

The kind he'd remember years from now.

“Love you, Dadda.”

The words were so casual, spoken as if they were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry felt his chest ache.

“Love you too, Cloverbug.”

And judging by the grin that immediately spread across her face, that was exactly the answer she'd been hoping for.

You had popped your head into the Clovers' bedroom. After Harry had already finished cleaning Clover. He let her roam around her room, distracted by her building blocks.

"Go ahead and shower harry, wear something cute for brunch," Kissing his cheek. "I'll deal with Miss Clover's outfit," walking towards her closet, choosing a baby pink jean jacket, a puffy white linen top, and a pair of linen pants, reaching for a pair of sandals.

"I want these, Mumma," grabbing her red Converse shoes. You let her pick them up and sit in front of you. She agrees with the outfit but not the shoes. Y/n bit her lip to stop her laugh from coming out.

"You don't need to use the potty?" you asked her "No, Mumma," she said quickly, antsy to get ready to wear the shoes she picked out.

She raised her arms, letting you put on her puffy linen top. When her face popped through the neckline, you gasped dramatically. "Waah! There's my girl." Kissing her nose as she let out a squeal.

"Okay, now give me your leg," tickling her foot. She giggled and kicked her legs, letting you put on her pants.

"You like your outfit, Clover?" Clover immediately ran around her room, delighted with herself. Then stopped in front of her mirror, posing side to side.

“I so pretty,” She declares.

"I’m so pretty," you corrected gently.

"I'm so pretty," she repeated proudly.

When Harry appeared again, "Oh my pretty girl! We're matching babygirl," he wore a loose button up shirt with a cream jean jacket on. He threw her into the air and caught her. She hugged his neck, giggling.

"Mumma's turn to dress up," Harry then helped you stand to your feet. Clover settled on his hip. "I want to match with you both," you pout to him. "No one's stopping you, Mumma," Kissing your temple.

"Yay! Just help her wear her shoes." You walked straight to your bathroom to freshen up and change.

"Grab your shoes, Clover," letting her down, and Harry picked up her cute little socks. "Follow Dadda, Clover!" He led her into the living room and sat her on the couch.

"It's Dadda's Day!" Clover sang as she swung her feet while Harry slipped on her socks.

"Dadda?"

"Yes, Clover?"

"What's Dadda's Day?" Clover tilted her head.

Harry paused for a second before laughing.

Of course.

The two of you had completely forgotten to explain what Father's Day actually was.

He could already imagine you realizing your mistake halfway through getting dressed.

“Right,” Harry chuckled. “Mumma forgot that part, didn't she?”

Clover blinked at him.

“Forgot what?”

“What Dadda's Day means.”

“Oh.” She nodded as if she understood.

She absolutely did not.

Harry finished tying her shoes before patting her feet.

“Well, Dadda's Day is called Father's Day.”

“Fadder Day?”

“Father's Day.”

“Fadder Day.” Her little lisp betrayed her.

“Close enough,” Harry grinned.

Clover smiled proudly. Harry held both of her hands, kissing them.

“It's a special day where people celebrate their daddies.”

Clover's eyes widened.

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah. They say thank you and tell their daddies they love them.”

“Oh.” She thought about that very seriously.

“Like birthday?”

“A little bit.”

“Oh.” Another pause.

“Why celebrate daddies?”

Harry nearly laughed. The genuine confusion on her face was adorable.

“Well, because daddies help take care of their babies.”

“Like changing diapers?”

“Exactly like changing diapers.”

“Making milk?”

“I think that's mumma's job, but yes, I do warm your milk,” trying so hard not to laugh.

“Reading books?”

“Yep.”

“Snuggles?"

“Especially snuggles.” Harry kissed her cheek.

Clover wrapped her arms around his neck.

“So we celebrate because Dadda loves snuggling me?”

“That sounds like a pretty good reason.”

She hummed thoughtfully, “Good job, Dadda,” before patting his cheek.

“Thank you, bug.” Harry burst out laughing.

"I'm ready!" You walked in, purse and baby bag in tow. You were wearing a knee-length linen dress paired with one of Harry's brown leather jackets.

"Are we ready for brunch clover?" Harry grabs the baby bag from you, quietly admiring his girls as Clover holds onto your dress. pulling you to the front door.

"Yes, Mumma, let's go. We have to celebrate Dadda."

That made both you and Harry giggle as you headed outside.

Harry tossed the baby bag into the car before lifting Clover into her seat and buckling her in.

Harry immediately leaned down and kissed her.

"All good? Can I close the door now?"

"No."

"No?"

"One more kissy."

Harry wore the dopiest smile. His little girl was completely enamoured with him.

"Okay, one more, Clover. But we have to go. I know you're hungry for waffles."

Harry cupped her cheeks and covered her face in kisses while she squealed with delight.

"Mumma's turn."

You leaned in and kissed her rosy cheeks too.

"There."

You smiled.

"Now we're ready."

"Ready!" Clover cheered, throwing both hands into the air.

Harry closed the car door and walked around to the driver's side, unable to stop smiling.

Father's Day was already off to a pretty perfect start.

After parking the car, Clover’s shoelaces had come undone from all the tugging during the ride.

She took exaggerated, careful steps out of the car when you placed her down on the sidewalk, completely fascinated by the way the loose laces swayed and flopped with every movement. Each step made her pause, watch them swing, then step again, as if it were the most entertaining thing in the world.

Harry noticed immediately and crouched slightly beside her.

“Oi, look at you,” he chuckled. “Very stylish. Very dangerous shoelace situation we’ve got here.”

Clover looked down at her feet, then back at him with wide eyes.

“They dancing,” she said seriously.

“They are definitely not supposed to be dancing,” Harry replied, gently taking her hand so she wouldn’t trip.

“I remember tying those in knots,” he added, eyeing the loose laces suspiciously.

You came around from the other side of the car, noticing her focused little march.

“Someone’s enjoying the runway,” you teased.

Clover beamed, still lifting her feet a little too high.

“I walking, Mumma!”

“I can see that,” you smiled. “You look so strong.”

Harry reached down and carefully gathered her loose shoelaces.

“Right, Cloverbug. Emergency shoelace mission.”

“Nooo,” she protested softly, watching him.

“It’s okay,” he said, already tying them with practiced ease. “We just don’t want you tripping before waffles.”

“Waffles!” she perked up immediately.

“That’s the energy I was waiting for,” Harry laughed crouching down to her level.

Clover immediately reached up and patted Harry’s hair.

“Hi Dadda,” she whispered into his ear.

“Hi, baby,” Harry replied, absolutely giddy with her cuteness.

He finished tying her shoes, gave the laces a little tug to check them.

“Good job, Dadda,” she said, giving him two proud thumbs-up.

Harry smiled as he finished double-checking his knots.

“Sorted.”

Clover tested her shoes again with a proud stomp.

No more dancing laces.

She looked briefly betrayed.

Walking toward the small café, a blue banner swayed gently above the entrance. People chatted outside, and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee spilled out onto the sidewalk, drawing all of you in.

“Mumma, up please!” Clover said eagerly, reaching her arms up so she could see inside.

You lifted her, letting her cling to you as she immediately pointed at the pastry display through the glass.

A croissant caught her attention first, then her eyes widened when she spotted the waffles.

“I want that, Mumma,” she said, tapping the glass decisively.

Harry leaned in beside you, glancing over the menu posted.

“Let’s get a breakfast plate with waffles? Does that sound good to you, Clover?” you asked gently.

“Yeah,” she nodded quickly, already locked onto her target.

Harry stepped forward to the counter. “Alright—two breakfast plates, three waffles, two matcha lattes, and—”

He paused, glancing down at Clover.

“Clover love, orange juice or warm milk?”

She made a very serious thinking face, brows furrowed in concentration.

The cashier smiled, clearly entertained by her expression.

Clover thought between both drinks as if this were a life-changing decision.

Finally, she pointed with full confidence.

“Orange juice,” she declared proudly.

A little later, after everything was paid for and ordered, you spotted the couple outside finishing up and leaving their table. Without hesitation, you all moved to take the open spot, settling into the warm sunlight.

Clover, still standing on her chair since there was no booster seat, swayed slightly as she watched people pass by, fully entertained while waiting for food.

Then yn suddenly remembered something important.

“Cloverbug,” you said gently, leaning closer, “remember your gift for Dadda?”

“Oh yah!” she perked up immediately.

Luckily, you had brought it from her room.

You handed her the small card she had made the day before.

Clover turned toward Harry, holding it carefully with both hands.

“Here, Dadda!” she said proudly. “Thank you for the snuggles you give to me and Mumma.”

Harry’s expression softened instantly. He reached for the card carefully, it was precious to him.

“My sweet girl,” he said quietly, kissing her cheek, “Thank you for making me your Dadda.”

He opened the card slowly.

Inside were uneven scribbles, little heart stickers, and Clover’s rough, enthusiastic handwriting scattered across the page—messy, bright, and full of effort. Harry traced it with his thumb for a moment, smiling to himself as he took it all in.

“Best Dadda in the World!”

Harry’s smile widened as he read it aloud.

“Such a wonderful card, Clover. Did Mumma help you write this down?”

“Yes,” Clover admitted proudly. “I forgot to spell ‘world.’ Thank you, Mumma.”

You laughed softly, rubbing her back as you steadied the chair so it wouldn’t wobble while she stood on it.

“Of course, baby,” you said warmly.

Clover leaned into your touch, still watching Harry expectantly as he continued looking at her card.

Before he could say anything else, a waiter arrived at your table carrying trays of food.

“Two breakfast plates and three waffles,” she said kindly as she set everything down. “I got a separate plate for you guys. Your drinks will come momentarily. Enjoy.”

The warm plates filled the table almost instantly, the smell of waffles and syrup making Clover perk up at once.

“Hold on, Clover,” you said gently, preparing her plate.

Harry then reached into the baby bag to grab her bib to wear around her.

You cut up a sausage, portioned her scrambled eggs, and sliced her waffle into easy pieces before sliding everything neatly together.

“Try to finish everything on your plate, Clover,” you added, handing her a fork.

“Okay, Mumma,” she said obediently.

She immediately picked up one of the sausage pieces you cut for her and took a proud little bite, munching away happily as if she had just been given the most important task in the world.

“Mmmm yum.” Harry expressed as he took a bite from his plate. Which clover copied Harry.

“Mmmm, yummy, Dadda.” The waiter came back with their drinks, placing Clover’s orange juice in front of her. Clover grabbed it with two hands, harry help hold it for her, seeing it was too big for her to hold.

She drank two sips of it. “Ahhh”

“Refreshing?”

She only hummed in agreement too busy eating her food.

“Mumma, I want that, please,” pointing to the cherry tomato on your plate.

“Sure, it’s a little sour.” cutting it in half for her to chew on. When she finished it, you quickly wiped her hands before she cleans it with her white shirt. You almost forgot that any white top she wears is bound to get stains on it.

Sipping on your matcha clover started eyeing it too. "You want a sip of my drink, clover?"

She puckers her lips and nods her head slowly.

Harry chuckles a little at her

"Clover, you can only have three sips, though. This is a grown-up drink."

That made her eyes sparkle because it was a grown-up's drink. You were about to give her your straw when she stopped you.

"No, I want Dadda's," pointing to his matcha.

"We have the same drink, Clover,"

"Dadda's drink looks better," staring at it.

"Okay, Cloverbug, get your sips in." When she did drink.

Clover immediately wrapped both hands around the cup. Harry supported the cup for her.

One sip.

Then another.

Then a third.

"Can I have more than three sips, Dadda?"

"Sorry, Clover, when you're older, you can get your own cup."

That made Clover furrow her brow immediately.

"That's not fair," She sat herself down on her chair and crossed her arms dramatically to show her displeasure.

"Too much of this is bad for little girls your size,"

Clearly weighing her options.

“But I'm big.”

“No, you're little.”

“BIG.”

Harry leaned forward slightly.

“Do you want the warm milk instead of orange juice?”

“No.” Clover shook her head stubbornly. “I wan— I want the green drink you have.”

A big pout immediately appeared on her face, and within seconds, the waterworks started.

“I want the green drink!” she cried, reaching toward Harry's cup but he beat her to it and calmly moved the drink out of reach.

You and Harry exchanged a quick glance but stayed calm, letting her work through her frustration without giving too much of a reaction. You both knew that if you fed into it, Clover would only become more upset.

“I want the green drink!” she repeated between sobs.

After a moment, she turned toward you with teary eyes, her little chest rising and falling as she tried to regulate her breathing.

“Mumma—AAAHH!” She reached over and pinched your arm.

You gently moved her hand away.

Harry's expression softened, but his voice remained firm.

“Clover, I know you're frustrated, bug, but you shouldn't hurt Mumma or anyone else.”

Clover's lip trembled.

“You can be upset or cry,” Harry continued, “but we use gentle hands.”

She looked down at her lap, still sniffling, her tiny fists clenched with leftover frustration.

When she finally started to calm down, her cries softened into hiccups and sniffles.

“Take a sip of water, Clover,” you said gently, sliding her cup toward her.

After a moment of hesitation, she gave in and took a small sip.

You brushed her hair back and wiped away the tears and snot from her face with a napkin.

Clover's breathing gradually evened out, though her eyes were still watery from the good cry she'd had.

“Clover,” you said softly, waiting until she looked at you, “I know you want Dadda's drink, but it's not good for you to drink too much of it.”

She sniffled.

“I know it feels unfair.”

Harry reached over and rubbed her back.

“But Mumma and Dadda's job is to keep you safe and healthy,” he added gently. “Sometimes that means saying no, even when you really want something.”

Clover looked down at her water cup, tracing her finger around the rim, her fingertip dipping into it as she played absentmindedly while she listened.

Harry waited a moment before speaking.

“Can you give Mumma a kiss and say you're sorry?”

Clover's lip wobbled again.

She slowly slid off her chair and shuffled over to you.

“Sorry, Mumma,” she mumbled, climbing onto your lap.

You opened your arms immediately.

She pressed a wet little kiss to your cheek and buried her face against your shoulder.

“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” you said, rubbing circles on her back. “Mumma loves you.”

“Love you, Mumma,” Clover whispered, her voice still thick from crying.

You bit your lip, trying to hide the smile forming on your face looking at Harry as you gently swayed Clover's little body against yours. Her cheeks were still flushed from crying, her eyelashes damp with tears, but she had melted completely into your embrace.

“Want to finish your food?” you asked gently.

“No more,” she said, pouting, her face still a little red from crying.

Harry and you exchanged a quiet look, letting her settle without pressure.

“How about you help Mumma finish my plate?” you offered softly. “We can share the waffle you wanted to eat.”

Clover hesitated for a moment, then gave a shy little nod.

She opened her mouth, already ready to be fed, as if the idea of sharing made everything better again.

“Want a little egg?” you asked softly, scooping a bit up with your spoon.

Clover sniffled, gave a small nod and you offered her the bite carefully.

“Okay,” you added gently, breaking off a piece of waffle and handing it to her. “How about you hold onto the waffle and take small bites?”

Clover wrapped both hands around the piece like it was something very important.

“Okay, Mumma,” she murmured wiping her runny nose.

Harry watched the two of you quietly, his expression softening as the tension from a moment ago faded.

She was just a baby learning how to feel everything all at once. Just a little girl holding a waffle twice the size of her hands, trying her best.

“Yeah…” he murmured more to himself than anyone. “She’s just a baby, isn’t she? Our Baby.” stroking her cheek.

After finishing your plates, Clover’s eyes were drooping. Her head kept dipping as she fought sleep, little nods slipping in between slow blinks.

“I see you, sleepy Miss Clover,” you murmured softly.

She gave a tiny hum and nuzzled her face into your neck, warm and heavy with tiredness.

“Why don’t you snuggle with Dadda?” you whispered. “I know he gives the best ones.”

That was enough.

Clover slowly lifted her head, carefully climbed down from your lap, and padded over to Harry.

Harry immediately opened his arms, inviting her in.

She settled against his chest, and he began gently bouncing in place, just enough movement to soothe her while rubbing her back in slow circles.

“Let’s go and walk,” Harry said softly.

He adjusted her gently against his chest, one hand supporting her back while the other steadied her legs as she curled into him.

Clover gave a tiny sleepy sound, already half-asleep in his hold. You stood up, gathering your things and slinging the baby bag over your shoulder. Harry glanced down at her, a fond smile tugging at his mouth.

The sunlight was gentler now, warm but soft against Clover’s sleepy face. She shifted slightly in Harry’s arms, one hand loosely gripping the edge of his shirt.

He bounced her once more, steady and rhythmic, like second nature.

“There you go, bug,” he murmured. “Just rest.”

Clover’s eyes finally gave in.

Her breathing slowed, small and even, as she melted fully into him.

You watched for a moment longer, then reached out to brush a stray strand of hair off her forehead.

At the corner near the café was a small flower stand—simple, a bit unassuming, but full of bright, fresh blooms. You paused there, scanning the buckets until something caught your eye.

A bouquet of flowers. Nothing overly grand. Just warm, thoughtful, a little messy in the most intentional way.

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly, shifting Clover slightly higher in his arms.

“I know,” you replied, already picking them up.

You paid quickly, adjusting the ribbon around the stems, then turned back to him.

Harry looked mildly helpless now, like he didn’t know what to do with himself other than smile.

“For you,” you said simply. “Happy Dadda’s Day,” you said softly.

He just looked at the flowers… then at you… then down at Clover asleep on his chest.

His expression softened in a way that made everything feel quieter around you.

“You already gave me the best part,” he said finally, voice low.

You smiled. “Still counts.”

Harry let out a small breath of laughter, shaking his head as he adjusted Clover carefully so he could hold you both without dropping anything.

Harry looked at you, then back at her, already smiling in that quiet, overwhelmed way he always got when it hit him just how much he had.

“Best one I’ve ever had,” he replied.

And with that, the three of you walked back into the sunlit street—one half asleep, one pretending not to be emotional about it, and one just quietly happy to be right in the middle of both.