I’ve got a lot of dad!Harry feels tonight (always) and seeing the Pink Floyd shirt in the magazine gave me the idea for this. Sorry if they editing is awful, I’m pretty tired but can’t sleep.
Harry has many passions
in life and when those passions collide, it’s like an explosion of color and
love and energy. When Harry found out you were expecting your first child
together, a little son, he had been over the moon. He had sung to your
belly every night, even long before the baby could hear, “The baby still knows
how to feel loved, Y/N.” It seemed like every two weeks he wanted to do a
pregnancy photo shoot with you. “We need to document this, love.
You’ll regret it if we don’t. There is a human growing in
Harry had been all about
the magic of pregnancy and childbirth from the beginning. He went to all
of your doctor’s appointments, read all the books, and made sure he took an
active role in making decisions about the little life the two of you had made
together. He told you his preferences, but conceded to the fact that you
were the one who was pregnant. He spoiled you constantly through your
whole pregnancy– foot rubs, your favorite foods, anything you wanted or
needed. Throughout labor he had done everything you needed him to.
Harry wasn’t just an ornament in the room getting nauseous at the sights
and smells of childbirth, he played an active role. Rubbing your back,
bringing you ice chips, making sure that no one disturbed you unless they had a
The real magic came when
your child had been born. Harry had cried, looking at the squalling baby
they had put on your chest. He had immediately stepped in on his combined
role as father and husband. The only living creature he loved as much as
you was that baby, his son. Diaper changes, baths, late night cuddles,
waking up when you did while you were breastfeeding… he was there for all of
Your mind won’t want to believe it. It will tell you a wolf is invading your body, trying to take over. And if you believe that, for even a moment, you’ll black out, and lose control. But, if you give in to the wolf, you’ll realize the truth. You, are the wolf. And, when you accept that, you will finally be in control.