#dad!harrystyles

untitled - by @harryhoney-bee

description: "Harry is a single dad and a nurse. Y/n is a postgraduate student who fits perfectly the spot for Estela’s babysitter."

pairing: single dad!harry x babysitter!y/n

warnings: n/a

clover - by @moonchildstyles

description: "harry is a newly single father to a brand new baby and he doesn't know what he's doing. going home for the summer, he didn't expect to find himself a new kind of honey named (y/n)"

pairing: single dad!harry x y/n

warnings: sexual content, swearing

untitled - by @jawllines

description: "Harry is a single dad and Y/N is surprisingly good at babysitting"

pairing: single dad!harry x y/n

warnings: sexual content, swearing

au pair - by @sushirrrry

description: "a working single dad and his au pair start to bond over simple bedtime routines, but a steamy kiss after bath time threatens their professional boundaries."

pairing: single dad!harry x aupair!y/n

warnings: sexual content, swearing

honey - by @1d1195

description: "Harry doesn't love anyone beyond his baby girl, his company, and his family. But when the sweet girl that adores his baby like her own infiltrates his every thought, Harry's wondering if he should make an exception."

pairing: single dad!harry x! /n

Like always, you and Harry took turns in putting Theodore to bed. He’d only turned three last month, but already he was beginning to resemble Harry even more. Your darling angel had been the best thing to ever happen to the both of you, but recently, Teddy had started sleeping in yours and Harry’s bed. It was plenty big enough, of course, but he often got carried away chatting or something along those lines.

So, recently, you and Harry had come up with the method of putting Teddy to bed earlier. So, hopefully, he’d already be in a deep enough sleep when you and Harry finally did head up to bed. Neither of you were quite sure what had caused Teddy to suddenly start sleeping in your bed. You knew it was a phase all children went through; you’d been through such a phase yourselves.

You finished the box of strawberries you were eating as Harry emerged from the hallway, a small smile on his face. “He’s asleep,” he said. “Hopefully it’ll stay that way until morning.”

You nodded, smiling up at Harry. He came and sat down beside you, placing his hand on your thigh. You yawned slightly - it’d had been a long day at work. “Are you tired?” he asked, staring at you.

“Only a little,” you shrugged, enjoying the perfect tranquility of sitting in front of a crackling fire in the middle of winter with Harry. But even as you said this, the thought of your warm bed drifted into your mind and you suddenly craved sleep. Maybe you really were beginning to become sleep-deprived.

“We can head up, if you want?” he offered, gesturing to the staircase slightly.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got to finish these anyway,” you sighed, pointing at the numerous spreadsheets sprawled across your coffee table.

“Why don’t you wait until tomorrow, love? You’re tired,” he said, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“I’d rather just finish it tonight and spend tomorrow with you and Teddy,” you said, running a hand along your forehead. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a notification from your sister. She was just messaging to see how you were, as she often did.

“If you come to bed now, you can get up earlier and finish your work then,” he practically begged.

You chuckled, cuddling him as he lowered his head into your lap. After some more begging and pleading, you finally gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, a small smile playing on your lips.

He grinned, dragging you up the stairs and towards your bedroom. He pulled you down onto your bed and you chuckled quietly as he stared up at you. He was transfixed; his mind captured by your sheer beauty. “I’ll be back in a moment,” you chuckled, pushing yourself off the soft bed.

“Why?” he asked, his voice whiny and childlike.

“Because I’m going to brush my teeth,” you sighed, walking into the bathroom. You could hear Harry shuffling about in your bedroom, getting changed into some more suitable attire for rest, you assumed. And just as you suspected, when you left the bathroom, you found him tucked up in your bed. He watched you silently as you rid yourself of your uncomfortable clothes and replaced them with some silk pyjamas, which had been a birthday present from your best friend.

As you crawled into bed, he reached out to hold you. Naturally, you melted into his warm and familiar touch. In the six years you’d been together, the feeling of his hands on you never failed to make you feel safe. The feelings you shared for one another never wavered. And, every time, no words were needed to prove just how much you cared for each other. “You’re so exquisite, you know that?” Harry said softly, his fingers delicately tracing your bare arm.

“Exquisite? That’s a new one,” you chuckled quietly, your cheeks flushed from his adoring praise.

“I’ve got to mix it up every now and again. Or you’ll just get bored of ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfection’ all the time,” he said. “You are, though. Simply perfection.”

You sighed gently, his features barely visible in the darkness of the room. But you didn’t need light to see him - you’d memorised every inch of his face over the course of your relationship. And, well, even before then, when you found yourself fawning over him endlessly. The only thing that annoyed you about the lack of light was that you couldn’t make out his eyes as clearly. Those eyes that meant so much to you. Those eyes, which you were so thankful Teddy had been blessed with.

Nothing beat lying in bed, the sun dipped deep below the horizon, and just appreciating one another and simply revelling in devotion. Feeling his fingers on your arms or your back still offered you such a great deal of comfort. And, for Harry, it was a simple yet meaningful way for him to show his appreciation for you.

The door creaked open slightly and a sliver of light from the hallway crept into your bedroom. The quiet shuffles and Teddy’s feet padding across the floor was enough for you to know that he’d decided he was going to sleep with the two of you for another night. The large bed dipped slightly under Teddy’s tiny weight. The two of you could feel him crawl up the bed and weave his way in between his cherishing parents. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” he whispered, clutching his dinosaur soft toy in his hand.

“Of course you can, big man,” Harry smiled, lifting the covers for Theodore to slip beneath. “Only if you promise not to talk into the early hours of the morning.”

You could feel Teddy nod his head, cuddling into your arms slightly. Thankfully, one of your bedroom windows was open, otherwise you knew you’d wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself too hot and uncomfortable to get back to sleep.

Teddy’s little dinosaur soft toy was one your darling son treasured. It had been a gift from Niall and it had never left his side in his three years of blissfully innocent life. He’s dubbed it Eddie, because ‘that was daddy’s name’, as he’d put it. Which, of course, it was. Harry Edward Styles - the man who seemed to consume your entire existence. And, if you were being honest, you didn’t even mind. As you thought him to be perfect in every sense of the word. “I can’t... I can’t promise that- that Eddie won’t talk, though,” Teddy’s voice came, breaking through the serene silence of the Styles residence’s master bedroom.

“Why’s that, Teddy?” you asked gently, looking down at your son.

“Because,” was his answer.

You and Harry chuckled quietly. And this seemed to be permission to keep everyone awake with his ramblings to Teddy. As he spoke about what adventures he was planning with Eddie next. He had to keep pausing between words to make sure he had his sentence planned out correctly in his mind. He was always a talker, though.

About an hour in, Harry had started to get worried, her contractions were getting worse and she was so uncomfortable. “My love, should I call over the midwife? I can see you are so uncomfortable, it hurts to see you like this.” Harry confesses, sitting behind Y/n, legs on either side of her, his hands rubbing her bump up and down. Y/n shakes her head, of course being stubborn. It was her first at-home birth and water birth, it was a bit of an unusual choice but they wanted to try it out before they were (possibly) done having babies. They have always wanted to welcome one of their little ones into the world all while they were still in the confines of their cottage but Y/n was never confident enough to do it. 

“No, I'm fine.” she says, trying to verbally sway her husband into believing that she really was okay to wait it out a bit longer. Harry shakes his head, pulling her hair into a bun with a hair tie he had cuffed around his inked wrist for times like this in her pregnancy when she wasn't feeling the best. “Honey, you can't just sit in pain.” Harry sighs, trying to compromise with his very pregnant wife. Y/n nods, her head bowing down while she grips his hands. Harry smiles, kissing her shoulder, “Thank you, now let me call the midwife and doula. You relax, please,” Harry stresses, wiping the sweat that has collected on his own forehead from stressing. He pulls his leg up, preparing to stand up and call the little team they had set for the birth but Y/n stops him, resting her hand on his knee. “What? What is it, honeysuckle?” Harry fastly questions, his phone slipping from his hand and dropping on the couch cushion below him. 

“Lets not invite them over just yet. I'm not ready.'' Harry sighs hearing his wife's words, nodding anyway. He just wants her comfortable and happy, he would give her the moon if he could. 

“Please lay down then.” her contractions only getting worse from there, Harry eventually calling his mum over to watch the little ones while he deals with his wife. Anne watches over Violet and Forest, entertaining them with their many toys while their parents deal with their apparent stubborn youngest sibling. 

Harry sighs, helping his pregnant lover up because she claimed she wanted to take a walk in the garden, look at her flowers, give the animals some love before she won't be able to see them for many days due to her being in with the new baby, also being exhausted, she knows her body is gonna be rundown after this. “You don’t have to do this, sweetpea.” Harry sighs for the millionth time today, helping Y/n up and wrapping an arm around her back. “Oh,” she says, her tone catching Harry's attention. “Hm?” Y/n laughs under her breath, catching his eyes with hers. “Maybe you should call them now.” Harry's browns pinch together, releasing an uneven breath. “Why?” 

“Because my water just broke.” 

That brings them to where they are now, Y/n and Harry in the birth pool, Harry once again sitting behind her, comforting her through everything. “I know you want to push but you can't, you're only five centimetres dilated. Halfway there!” The midwife says, only making Y/n groan, her head resting back on Harry's shoulder. Harry rests his cheek on the top of her head, he feels for her- he really does, and if he could have carried all three of their little ones he would have, but sadly he can't so he thanks her every day. “I'm so sorry, honey. God, I wish I could do something.” Harry shakily says, his voice quivering the slightest and his bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, but noticeable pout. “I hate that you're in pain.” Harry whimpers, nosing at the top of her head before kissing over it many times. 

Y/n turns her head, catching her husband's eyes with hers. Y/n softly laughs when she sees her husband, giving him a peck before she rubs his stubbly cheek. “H, I'm okay. I've done this two other times. Everything is going to be okay.” She comforts Harry, the man nodding and quickly pulling himself together, feeling pathetic for having a little break down while his wife is literally about to give birth, she should be the one nearly crying- not him. 

“Yeah,” Harry breathes out through his lips roughly, massaging her hips that are sunk under the warm water. Y/n sinks into his touch, her hands on her bump, rubbing over it almost trying to coax her out of there. The doula rubs at y/ns arm smiling, encouraging her and telling her she's doing great- but she isn't paying much attention, she's more focused on the main in her abdomen and wanting her little one out. “Come on already, baby” Y/n stresses, bringing her wet hand up to wipe at the sweat that has beaded at her hairline. 

The process continues on slowly, the midwife continuing to check- the progress only being a half of a centimetres. Harry and Y/n both know it's only been a few hours but it's already been a long and hard (and stressful) day, their emotions are all over the place and Y/n and Harry's bodys are both going through it, of course mostly Y/n’s. “She will be here soon, sunshine. Dont stress about it, it's not good for her.” Harry whispers in her ear, holding a lemon printed glass up to her lips, periodically helping her drink a bit of water and letting her eat the ice chips that the midwife allowed her since she wasn't too far gone. She sucks from the straw, pulling away after a bit. 

Harry can tell that she is starting to get frustrated, as much as she is trying to conceal it. He knows her like the back of his hand- she might snap soon and start crying and that's the last thing they need. “Hey, do you want the kids in here? Or maybe get in a different position? I know you're not comfortable, I just want you to be okay, honey.” Y/n shakily sighs, pushing a hand through her hair and shrugging. 

**

Y/n is finally pushing. The midwife between her legs, guiding their new bundle of joy out. Harry is behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his lips over her cheeks and shoulders while he cheers her on. Then the doula outside of the birth pool, on her left, calming her and brushing her hair out of her eyes every time it flies out of her bun Harry had pulled up for her. “My god baby, you are doing amazing. Violet and Forest and going to be so excited to see you two.” Y/n breathes heavily as her head falls against his shoulder, smiling weakly at him. He places a kiss on her forehead letting his lips linger. She pushes again, her head lifting up while she tries to push out their little girl, her cheek read and hand squeezing harrys as hard as she can, growing frustrated with herself at how weak she feels, she just wants her out already. 

“Dont get frustrated, honey. Everything is okay.” Harry coos into her ear, small tears starting to bead down his face. Y/n focuses on his words, closing her eyes and letting herself sink into her husband and relax for two second before she is in her birth haze again and in blinding pain trying to focus on getting their little one out. “Hey, hey, focus on getting her out. Take a minute to breathe. Everything is okay.” Their doula says, brushing her hair back, Y/n nodding and giving another hard push. “Her head is out!” the midwife announces, Harry smiling and looking down to peek at his baby. He lets out a soft silent sob when he sees her face for the first time, and even though she is covered in goo she is still one of the most gorgeous girls he has ever seen, his wife and Violet being the other ones. Y/ns cheeks are red and tears are running down her face, she's exhausted already and wishing she could push her out quicker. 

“Give me a good push!” the midwife urges, making Y/n sob, tired. She gives the best push she can, the midwife maneuvering the shoulders out. Harry caresses her cheek, giving it a peck before the midwife motions for Harry to come down. “Please, comfort her.” Harry says softly to the doula, moving along in the water and meeting the midwife. The midwife directs him on what to do, telling him how to hold the baby and what exactly to do once she is fully out. “Okay, push one more time, sweetpea.” Harry says, looking up at his wife. Y/n nods, pushing one last time while Harry guides the baby out with the assistants of the midwife, their new baby now fully out, crying. 

“Oh, she's beautiful, my love.” Harry smiles, holding his baby girl in his arms, cradling her to his bare chest while the midwife prepares to clean her, quickly pulling her from harry and wiping off the goo, washing off the little hair she had and cleaning out her ear, eyes, and mouth, then setting her bad in Harry's arms. “Isn't she just amazing.” Harry smiles, sitting next to his wife, preparing to cut the umbilical cord. He cuts it quickly, making sure it's cut well before kissing over her head. “Welcome to the word Lavender styles” Y/n coos, counting over her fingers and toes after placing a soft kiss on her foot. 

**

The chaos of the house has died down, just the five members now in the house after Anne had spent a while visiting. “She's chunky isn't she?” Y/n weakly smiles, harry chuckling and nodding. Violet sitting between his legs and Forest laying on his mummas lap, the styles family tried, but happier than ever. “I was taken aback when i pulled her out, she's a healthy one.'' Harry smiles, his hand rubbing over his newborn's belly, kissing her chubby cheeks. Y/n smiles, giving her fat thigh a squeeze, “our little Lavender.” she coos, her eyes almost fluttering shut. Harry pouts, running a hand over the top of her head. 

“Hey, why dont I make you something you eat, then you can go to sleep.” Y/n smiles, both her hand occupied with lulling Forest to sleep with soft scratches to his back and softly massaging Lavender's chunky thigh. “I've got to feed her.” Y/n reminds, she hast fed her yet- Harry has been a bit of a hog but she didn't mind, she loved seeing him and their babies together. “I'll go make you something sweet pea, you feed her.” Harry smiles, not taking no for an answer because he is already delicately placing her in Y/ns arms and taking Violet along with him to make something yummy. 

Harry and Violet come back not too long after, Harry smiling widely as he carries a smoothie bowl with chia seeds, coconut shreds, honey, and berries over the top. Violet smiles the same smile as her daddy, carrying a big cup of water that Y/n is sure Harry made her carry with both hands and walk slowly back. “Is she eating well?” Harry asks, setting the bowl down on the bedside table before taking the cup from Violet, taking her and helping her on the bed. Y/n nods, Harry peeking at Lavender, watching as she opens her big round eyes making him chuckle, kissing her chubby cheeks. Harry sets on the bed softly so he doesn't disrupt the two or cause Y/n any more discomfort. 

He collects a spoonful of the thick smoothie on the spoon, holding it to Y/ns mouth. “You're spoon feeding me?” Harry nods, nods verbally answering her because he knows if he does it would only open her up to object it even more. Y/n can't even deny it, she's weak, exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, so she of course opens up her mouth and lets him spoon feed her like he does their children. “Thank you for ever-” Harry shakes his head, instantly shushing her. “Thank you. You gave me my three beautiful children, I can never repay you. I dont know how you do it. I love you.” Harry says, smiling and pressing a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips rest there. 

“I love you.” 

Hiii!! sorry for any typos!! i checked over it a thousand times so please let me know if there are any and let me know your thoughts!! There are some more blurbs to come from Y/ns pregnancy so look out for that!! there is only one more part is the cottagecore!harry series but i will still write blurbs and whatnot about cottagecore!harry so he will not be forgotten!!! thank you all for reading and supporting me and being so kind!! i love you all sm<3 

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“I'm done!” she says, waving a bye to the teachers assistant whale Harry thanks her. He pulls her up on a chair next to the wooden stool he was sitting in, pulling her paisley printed backpack off of her and unzipping it to look through her folder. He looks over his class (full of seven and eight year olds) making sure they are all doing what they should be- reading a library book while they wait for their number bell to ring. He looks through some of the work she had done, the two pockets sorted into one that had her work of colorings, trying to write her name, and crafts. The other pocket filled with papers her and Harry needed to study together, her ABC’s, her numbers up to ten, colors, and notes to parents. 

Harry gasps dramatically, pulling his classes' attention away from their books. “You got two golden stars today?!” he asks Loralie, making her nod, giggling. In her class they have a reward system, if the teacher or teachers assistant catches them doing a good deed they will reward them with a golden star sticker to encourage them to keep doing it, all the teachers here do it with the younger kids. Today Loralie was caught helping a kid pick up his crayons and then sat with a lonely kid while they were on the story time rug- now Harry is having a total proud dad moment reading the note her teacher had written him. 

Just then the bell rings, “have a good night everyone!” Harry calls out to the first-bellers. He turns back to his daughter seeing her cover her ears from the loud ring of the school bell. Harry laughs, pulling Loralie to sit on his lap, ignoring the art he was working on. “So, tell me all about your day, baby.” Harry says, one arm wrapped her back and the other pulled her backpack down and shoving her folder and lunchbox into it. Loralie babbles on about her day for a while, ignoring the other listening ears and telling her daddy everything that had happened. She goes on about story time and how they had read one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish by dr.seuss, how they sang some songs, and how they colored until the third bell rings leaving Harry and Loralie all alone. 

“We can't go home just get, baby. I've got a few things to do before we can leave.” Harry informs his daughter, pulling his earlier classes paintings off of the drying rack and stacking them so he could hand them out easier tomorrow. Loralie has no response, instead getting in Harry's big metal desk drawers and pulling out the couple of toys she kept here for times like this when Harry kept them after school a bit longer than she wanted. Harry lets Loralie help him when he puts the watercolor paints in the back storage room. 

He hears  feet on the steps leading to the art room making him peek his head out, reaching out for Loralie so she would grab his hand. He hears a bit of whispering, declaring it safe while he clasps his hand with Loralie and walks out. “Hi, could I help you?” Harry asks, looking at the mother and son. The woman politely smiles, her hand resting on her toddlers back- Harry knows him, he teaches the preschoolers art every Wednesday and he just had this little boy in his class today so he must be in Loralies class. 

“Um, he left his folder down here today. It's got the baby shark stuff on it and it says Milo on it in gold sharpie. Mrs. Hannah had told me that it would probably be down here.” the woman says, their children apparently knowing each other because they are already talking. Harry was right, he is in Loralies class. Harry turns back to his desk with a smile on his face, “here.” he says, walking back. “I was gonna give it to Mrs. Hannah so he could get it back first thing in the morning.” 

She smiles, taking it from his hands. She notes how his hands are rather large and stained in different colors of paint, even a couple of his rings have splatters of paint over them- but they all seem to be to be only for fashion not a wedding ring. “Thank you. And Mrs. Hannah told me what Loralie did today, she's such a sweetheart.” Harry furrows his eyebrows a bit, confused, “oh! Sorry, she sat with him during story time. He's kinda shy so it was really nice of her, she seems to really get him to branch out.” she looks down at her son and smiles seeing him talk to the girl. 

“Oh, yeah. Thank you.” Harry smiles, finally letting go of the folder. She smiles, turning away and pulling Milo up on her hip, bidding the both of them a good bye. “Oh, I never caught your name.” Harry says, turning his chin up. She turned her head back smiling, “Y/n.” Harry smiles at her teasing tone, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink. “I'm Harry.” 

Eventually Harry takes Loralie home, bringing them back to their small home. Harry knows its small, it got two bedrooms- one that isn't even used because Loralie sleeps in his bed with him every night (he's a single parents and he's not taking anyone home- it's just what happens), a small cramped kitchen, only one full bathroom then just a half one in the master bedroom, a normal sized living room, then a small dining room. It's not perfect but it's perfect for them, there are only two people, one man and a mini monster running around. 

“Dinner then a bath, my love. You know the drill.” Harry hollers over to Loralie who is laying in the living room and playing with her stuffed animals while paw patrol plays in the background. He pushes over the markers on the table, setting down her plate waiting for her to crawl up and eat what he had prepared for her. She joins him soon, digging into the pesto pasta and fruit he prepared. “So, what was the best part of your day, baby?” Harry asks, smiling at his daughter and setting down his own plate while she sips at her sippy cup. 

“Seeing daddy!” she yells, making Harry laugh. He smiles kissing her nose, “My favorite part was seeing you*, munchkin.” He smiles, making her squeal, shoving fruit in her mouth. Harry kisses her hand looking at her in adoration, he's so happy he has his little girl. 

**

“Bubbles, daddy.” Loralie says, collecting the bubbles from her bath into her hand and blowing them. Harry nods, smiling, continuing to lather her hair. “What do you think about Milo, baby?” He asks, not being able to get his mind off of what had happened just before him and Loralie left.

Loralie looks up at him, “Milo?” She asks, her cheeks turning blush from the bath. Harry nods, giving her a warm smile while he cups his hand in front of her forehead to prevent any shampoo getting in her eyes before he starts to wash it out. “Nice.” She says, Harry nodding his head along with her. 

Harry wishes he got to know Milo's mother a bit more. She seemed like someone that he would like. She was so sweet and her teasing tone made him even more attracted to her, she was gorgeous, and not to mention he didn't see a ring on her finger. Harry continues her bath, pulling her out and changing her into her pajamas. His mind wanders off a bit, thinking about the pretty woman he met today. He hopes he will see her again and little does he know she hopes she will see him again. 

“Let's go to bed, baby.”

He sees some signs that Forest has been there, a binky, a stuffed animal, and a toy train. He hurried up the stairs, looking around and finding the boy sitting in front of his and Y/n’s room. Harry chuckles, “what are you doing bubba?” Harry asks, huffing while he joins Forest on the floor. Forest looks up at him, “Mumma” He says, bringing his chubby hand up and resting it on the door. Harry nods, pulling Forest into his lap making the boy whine and reach toward the door his mumma and youngest sister is behind. “Mummas tired, baby. We can’t go in there right now.” Harry explains, Forest's eyes welling up with tears and his bottom lip poking out. 

Harry sighs, standing up and pulling him up on his hip. “Shh, it’s okay. Let’s go see your sister, lunch is done.” Harry tries to calm his son, kissing over his cheeks while he cries. “No,” Forest says, his lips trembling while he pushes away from Harry. “Mumma,” he whispers, breaking Harry’s heart. Harry sighs, cradling Forest’s head to his chest. 

Violet trails up the stairs, looking at her little brother crying. “Is he okay, daddy?” She says, worried for her little brother, they are all very close siblings and hate to see the other upset. Harry nods, while Forest continues to cry, reaching toward the bedroom door, wanting to wiggle in. Just then Y/n opens the door, looking tired while she holds her chunky baby, her hair up in a messy bun, and her pajamas from the night before still on. “I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Harry asks, he’s been walking on eggshells around her and Lavender, he’s scared to disturb them at all since Lavender cries at the drop of a pin and Y/n still has her pregnancy hormones since she didn't give birth too long ago.  “No, she's been a little fussy so i've been up with her.” Y/n explains, patting her baby's bum while she rocks her to sooth her silent crying. Forest lurches forward, wrapping his arms around Y/ns leg and burying his face in the side of her thigh. “Mumma,” Forest says, a pout on his face while he clings to her. “Hi baby” Y/n greets her middle kid, stressed. Harry instantly detects the exhaustion and anxiousness in her voice, resting his hand on the back of Forests head. “Why dont we leave mummy and Lavender to some alone time while you and Your big sister go eat lunch.'' Harry offers, trying to use his softest voice and not seem pushy but he just wants his little boy downstairs- he doesn't want his wife and chunky baby bursting into tears. 

Y/n shakes her head at Harry's offer, “No, he can stay with us.” She says, walking over to the edge of their messy bed to feed Lavender- maybe that's why she's been so fussy today. “Honey, he can come with us. I swear, i've got everything under control, you two just rest.'' Harry tries to reassure her while he is whipping his head around in search of his oldest baby, finding her standing at the top of the stairs and watching over them. Harry motions Violet over to them, “Everything is fine. You have all been tiptoeing around me.” she says, unsnapping her nursing bra and letting Lavender latch onto her breasts.  Forest's face instantly pulls together, jealousy running through him when he sees his baby sister. And it's not like he knew any better, he loved his little sister dearly and was obsessed with her but this had to be crossing some sort of like, right? That's his mumma, and he has only gotten bottles of her breast milk since Lavender came along just a bit ago, he hasn't gotten to bond with her like Lavender is right now since she came. “No,” he says, placing his hand over the other side of her nursing bra and tugging at the strap, showing that he wants her to pull it off. 

Y/n gives him a sad look, “No, I can't Forest. Lavender is hungry right now.” As soon as he hears the “No” out of his mothers mouth his eyes welled up with tears all over again. He isn't usually the type of kid to throw a tantrum, yes he expresses his emotions but he is very calm, he's usually got a smile on his face and is happily toddling around. “Bad!” he says, crying and pointing to his baby sister. 

Both of his parents are taken aback by him, he's such a happy kid and is always loving on his sisters, it makes no sense why he would say such a mean thing (for his age) to her, she is just a newborn after all. Harry picks at his matcha green nail polish, unsure of how to respond to that, his children are usually so sweet to each other. “She's not bad, Forest. She is hungry.” Y/n says, her forehead creasing with frustration, she's sleep deprived, hungry, sore everywhere, any much more- she doesn't want to get short with her baby but it wasn't a nice thing to say. 

Forest turns his head, crossing his small chubby arms against his chest. Harry knows his problem now, he's jealous, and he's too much like his daddy. “He's just a little jealous.” Harry chuckles, smiling. “It's understandable, before this he had all his mummas attention and now things are a lot different.” that makes Y/n upset, she never wanted her children to feel like they had anything less than her full love and attention, even if they did welcome a new baby into the world. “Could you make sure that Violet eats her lunch, please?” Y/ns asks, smiling warmly at her husband. He smiles back, nodding before she thanks him quietly, leaving Y/n with her two youngest. 

Harry makes sure Violet eats her lunch before letting her run around in the yard to tire her out a bit, it was time for a nap and Harry knew she wasn't going to be able to lay down straight after lunch since she had so much energy still left. 

When Violet and Harry walk back into the bedroom y/n is laying down, both of the babys clung to her chest. Harry knew that she would give into Forest, she's too soft with her children to not have. “Nap time?” Harry asks, Violet in front of him, his hands sitting on her shoulders. Y.n sleepily smiles, nodding. “I just got Lavender down, I can tell in a few minutes Forest is gonna be knocked out.” she laughs, her sleeping baby nuzzled in her neck with a binky stuck in her mouth. Harry and Violet join them on the bed, Violet just as sleepy as her little brother. “Is Forest okay now?” Harry asked, still worried. They both know they their kids get along great, they don’t get out much so they are each others best friends (either way they would be) and there is never much conflict between them but when there is it worries them to death, they always worry their children might go stir crazy for resent them for the reserved life but its the best for all of them, that's just the kind of people they are. 

Forest dozes off, Y/n covering herself up before Forest cuddles into her and Violet, making the parents smile. All they need is each other.

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