okay but thinking about Harty changing the nappy to a toddler Alfie and they always talk like "little man you did a mess here eh" "no daddy I didn't" and Harry kissing his tummy ahhhh cute times
“Yeh not gon’a wee on me, are you, little man?” Harry snickers, as he pulls the straps tightening the nappy to Alfie’s hips, hearing him squeal out a “nooo!” giggle erupt from his tiny figure and drowning out the ripping sound, all three mixed up and filling and echoing through the bathroom, “did that as a baby, you did. Daddy changed you for the first time, just a few hours after you were born, and you weed right up my shirt.”
“You did. You weed all up me. Mummy found it so funny,” Harry chuckled, pulling the damp nappy from Alfie’s hips, and pushing up the t-shirt that covered his 14-month old son’s torso, “look at that mess! You did a mess, didn’t you? What’s mummy been making you drink, hm?” Harry snickers, setting the dirty nappy on the side, “that was until a few months later when mummy was giving you a bath and you weed all down her jumper. Your sister found that very, very funny,” he continued, pulling out a new nappy.
And before he sticks it on, he takes time to tickle and drag his fingers up his son’s hips, leaning down to press tiny kisses to his pudgy belly. Growing and blowing raspberries against his flesh as he cackles out and tugs on Harry’s hair. xx