#cottagecore!concept

Omg yes okay let me paint the scene 🙄

Forest would be laying on Y/n, his head rested on her chest while he cuddled her. Harry would walk in the room, maybe he just put Violet down for a nap, he would see that and instantly get jealous of y/n because he’s so used to Forest always wanting to cuddle him how he is cuddling up on y/n right now.

He would plop down on the couch, expecting him to instantly crawl over to him when he spots him. But he doesn’t.

“Foresttt!” Harry coos, rubbing his back. Forest would give him a soft smile, continuing to relax into his mummy. Harry scoffs to himself, pulling Forest off of Y/n. “Come cuddle with daddy” Harry smiles, kissing the boys cheek. Forest whines, “no! Mama!” He exclaims, reaching for Y/n. Harry frowns, upset that Forest isn’t wanting him.

“H, don’t upset him, please.” Y/n asks softly, pulling Forest into her arms. Forest pouts, “upset!” He agrees, his brows furrowed and bottom lip poking out in a pout. As soon as he cuddles y/n again his face is shoved in her neck, hiding his face.

I wrote about this a little in the blurb where they paint y/n baby bump!!

But omg yes, he would be smiling like usual, his arms and legs softly bouncing with harrys walking and all of a sudden he would look up smiley “da!” He cheers, making Harry smile down at him. “What is it, honey?” Harry coos dramatically, his big green eyes lit up while he talks to his boy.

OMG help harry would be so worried

lets do this with Violet

"daddy..." the ten year old walks down the cottage steps, giving him a worried look. Harry looks up from his drawing, smiling at his oldest child.

"Yeah, pumpkin?" He asks, setting aside his watercolors while he paints over the drawing of a fluffy cat. "Daddy, do you know where mummy is?"

Harry would pull her down on his lap and shake his head, "She went down to the market, is everything okay? Y'know you can tell me anything." Violet blinks away her small tears, looking up at her dad. "Well, im bleeding."

Harry looks over her body, not seeing any cuts or blood. "Where? what do you mean, baby? Are you okay?" Violet picks at her nails harry painted for her, not making eye contact with him. "I'm bleeding... so I need mummy."

"Oh," Harry gives her a knowing look. "Come with me, know where mummy keeps it." He hands her hand and leads her up to his shared bathroom with his wife and peers down under the sink. He pulls out the different feminine products that his wife had stocked up. "Do you... do you need me to tell you how to put them on?" Violet shakes her head, taking the white packaged pad from him.

"Okay, after you are done me and you will go on a daddy daughter date tonight and we can get some ice cream and go to the store." Violet thanks him, smiling and giving him a little hug.

BYEEE 😭 (I’m gonna assume this is when he was younger)

Forest definitely wouldn’t understand it but the tone would make him giggle. Harry would walk into the living room or the kitchen and see Forest feeding, giving y/n a cheeky look. “Does he ever stop eating?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n shrugs, “I guess not.”

STOPPP IM LOVING ALL THIS FOREST (me literally specifically asking for Forest’s 😭) oh and idk how old you want him in this so I’m gonna do him around one like he is now but plz start specifying his age!! ☺️

He would be so calm, just chilling while y/n knits him a new sweater and some matching booties. Harry would be sitting next to them, his arm wrapped around y/n while he watches Violet play, glancing down to his boy every now and then. Maybe Forest would reach up for Harrys attention, just wanting a smile from his daddy. “Hiii my little monkey” Harry would coo, leaning his head down and kissing the head the raised to get his attention.

Omg yesss like maybe it’s his first birthday and he doesn’t really like attention in general, he’s used to being around just his sister and his parents so far (this is before lavender is born) so when his grandma(s), grandpa(s), aunt(s), uncle(s), sister, his parents friends, and a couple of his friends crowded around him while hes sat in his high chair he instantly gets overwhelmed.

Oh definitely

They just got done playing outside and Harry and Forest were playing together, they had been attached at the hip all day.

Y/n was making lunch and Harry was helping her with some simple things, pulling down bowls, grabbing things from the fridge, but mainly he had been watching the little ones. Y/n wraps her arms around him in a hug, Harry taking his eyes away from Forest for two seconds to give his wife a cuddle. She pecks his lips, turning back around to continue with lunch.

“No Kissy!” Forest frowns, stomping his foot, his hands balled into fists. Harry and Y/n turn their heads back toward Forest’s, shocked. “What?” Y/n asks trying not to laugh. “He’s mad at you.” Harry says, softly nudging her arm.

“No!” His eyes brows furrow the less attention he gets.

Harry laughs, scooping him up and taking him to the kitchen with them. He kisses all over his face, making him smile. “Yup!” He nods, sticking his thumb up. Y/n joins, kissing all over his face, the little boy squealing and cupping her face, kissing her cheek.

STOPPP he would he sitting on the bathroom floor or something like that, his hand flat on the floor while he tries to paint them the the yellow he saw on his mommy and daddy’s nails (the had painted them for each other the night before) Forest would look up, giving Harry a soft smile and looking back down.

“What are you doing, sweet pea?” Harry asks, closing the door and joining his boy on the floor. Forest holds up his messy hand up to Harry’s hand, showing him they they are matching colors. Harry pulls the nail polish remover out, ready to fix the little boys nails. “Let me fix it for you, honey. Next time just tell mama or daddy you want your nails done, Kay?” He asks, pulling Forest to sit between his legs.

Harry pulls his small chubby hand into his own hand, pouring some of the polish remover onto it and taking it off, making sure to get it off of his skin. “Kay,” Harry whispers, grabbing the bottle of polish, starting to paint his nails.