Harry was already up and dressing himself by the time my eyes opened to Christmas Eve.
Regardless of the fact I had woken in the middle of the night when I’d heard his gentle whimpers, it felt like I’d had a pretty solid sleep. Waking felt natural, welcomed and easy.
I watched as Harry buttoned up an extravagant, oversized blue shirt, flowers woven into the material, climbing up towards the top as though his head was the sun.
hi! do you guys have any tips on binding for people with larger chests? thanks!!