imagine the missus would give this to harry and tell him that she wants mitch to be alfie’s godfather. maybe when they are just laying on the couch and harry is telling her about the best experiences he made with mitch and how close he is to his heart. and harry would get a little emotional since he didn’t expect the missus to pick him. ❤️😊xx
Oh, my goodness. This is SO adorable.
They’d be dangerously close to Alfie’s christening date, discussing and making plans for the big day, including talk on godparents and who should be the legal guardian over him if anything were to happen to either Harry or the missus. Persephone would be tucked up and snoozing in her bed after being put down after her bath, sharing cuddles and kisses with the missus and Harry before he read her a story whilst the missus fed Alfie.
Cradling the new baby to his chest, Harry would be sprawled out on the sofa with his legs kicked up and his feet resting on the missus’ lap as she jotted down notes, pen scribbling down in her journal. Her laptop balancing dangerously on the arm of the chair as she scrolled through venue hires for a small party after the ceremony. Small chatter happening between them as she asks him what he thinks about something for the day.
“Did I tell you what Mitch said the other day?” Harry asks, chuckling softly as Alfie squirms on his chest and whines out softly, fists grabbing at Harry’s t-shirt, “oh, hi. Hey, baby boy. Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, Bugger.”
“What did he say?”
“He was speaking about our trip to Jamaica back in 2016. Brought back some good old memories. You know when we travelled out to write for my album?” He smiles as the missus nods softly, drawing patterns in his ankles as he hums softly, “we were talking about how good it was to stay in that house and be hidden away from everyone in the most beautiful country. And, he mentioned about going back out for a trip now that Alfie’s passed the age for flying. He said we should all take a trip out and have a holiday together.”
“That would be nice. I could do with a trip away from London,” she smiles, tapping his feet softly, “move your legs for a bit. I need to go get something for you.”
“For me?” He grunts softly, swivelling in the seat and setting his feet to the floor, cradling Alfie to his chest and being careful not to disrupt his sleep, as the missus disappeared from the room and into the cupboard beneath the stairs where she rummaged through her coat pocket to retrieve the present she’d purchased that day; a rose-gold stick with “GODFATHER” etched into the metal. “You didn’t need to buy me something, Gorgeous. You’ve given me too much these last few weeks.”
She walks into the living room and falls back beside him, pulling her laptop to her lap before it fell, hanging the keyring from her finger in front of him and letting it dangle down and shine underneath the light.
“S’not really for you personally, but, when you speak so fondly of Mitch, it makes me so happy that you’ve got someone like him as a friend. My mum took me into a shop in Surrey today and it looked so good. I just had to get it. I got one for the godmother, too,” she states, letting him reach from the rose-gold stick, a smile bright on his face “I figured you could give this to Mitch when you next see him. Make it official at Alfie’s christening. He loves Alfie and you love Mitch and he just seems perfect for the job.”
“You, uh, you’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” she grins, brushing her fingers over Alfie’s hair and pressing her lips to Harry’s, “I want Mitch as Alfie’s godfather. He’ll be perfect, Peaches.” xx