harry's never the living room and your hiding in the kitchen not making a would just watching and listening as he interacts with your newborn boy . . .
“Kept your mum up all night, yeah?” He’s on his tummy on the carpet, shirt off, only wearing boxers, your baby next to his head on his back, chewing on his little fist.
“You don’t know your mum jus’ yet but she needs her beauty sleep,” his lips on the babies belly as he presses sweet kisses to it, your baby giggling and holding his hair as he tickles his little tummy with his lips.