Your Daughter Gets Scared of a Thunderstorm (FLUFF)
AN: thought of this idea and decided to write it. i miss writing dad Harry one shots honestly. it's short but sweet.
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(Husband & Wife/Daughter age 3/Fine Line Harry era)
It's around 2:00 in the morning and mother nature has decided to throw a tantrum and let go of her anger. Every few seconds, bright streaks of lightning color the sky, followed by loud bangs of thunder that raddle the ground. Not to mention, the shattering rain that's pouring from the night sky.
Harry and I are sleeping in our bed. At the start of the night, we were cuddling with each other, but now we're on our separate sides of the bed. Harry on his right side, facing away from me and I'm on my back staring at the celling. I was asleep but just woke up. The ruckus outside is keeping me awake now and I can't seem to fall back asleep. I'm not one that's typically terrified of bad weather, but I don't particularly enjoy it. It does give me anxiety.
As the thunder gets louder and the rain comes down harder, I feel a spike in my anxiety. The only person I know that can comfort me is my husband. So I shuffle over on the bed and tap on Harry's muscular and bare back. He stirs for a minute before turning around and with a deep, raspy voice, he asks, "What's wrong my love?"
"Can you hold me. I don't like the weather." I reply back shyly.
"Of course darling. Come ere'." Harry responds back in a comforting tone. With Harry on his back now, I rest my head on his shoulder and drape one arm over his tattooed tummy and one of my legs are thrown over top his. He rubs up and down my back with one of his hands and his other hand rests on top of mine that's splayed on his stomach. I can feel his wedding ring that adorns his ring finger and I'm sure he can feel mine as well. Just as my body was relaxing onto his comforting hold, an extra loud boom of thunder echoes through the house and it's followed by a loud, wailing cry from the room down the hall. Our daughters room.
I was going to get up from the bed and check on her when Harry stops me. "I'll go see if she's alright love. You stay right here okay." I hum a quiet yes and let go of my hold around him. He bends down to peck my lips before getting out the warm covers and blindly pads over to the bedroom door and down the hall to our presumably scared daughters room.
Walking into her room, only lite up with a night light, Harry goes straight to her little princess bed and picks up our crying and shaking toddler. "Shhh my baby," Harry coos in her ear, while holding her to his chest, "you're aright. Daddies got you. You're safe my love."
"I scared!" the toddler cries, leaving her daddies shoulder soaked with salty tears.
"Do you want to come sleep with mummy and I? Would that make you feel better, baby." Harry questions softly, knowing the answer is already yes. We hardly ever let her sleep with us because we don't want it to become a habit, but for special reasons like when she's sick or had a nightmare, we'll allow it. Or in this case, scared of a thunderstorm.
"Pweez." she mumbles through her tears into Harry's skin. Her tiny arms are looped around his neck and her chunky legs are around his ribcage. Harry bends down and picks up her little stuffed animal from her bed, knowing she loves sleeping with it, and places it between his body and hers, to hold until they come back to our bed.
Harry exits her room with our daughter clung to his body and travels down the hall to our bedroom. When they walk inside, the lamp is on from where I had turned it on, not wanting to be by myself in the dark. "Is she alright?" I sit up and ask worriedly.
"Yes darling, just a bit frightened by the loud thunder outside. She's okay. I'll protect her. I'll protect both of you." Harry replies with a gentle smile, getting back under the duvet with our daughter in his hold. She has stopped crying mostly. Just a few sniffles and hiccups, with a tear stained face. I reach over and turn the lamp back off, making the room dark again besides the lightning coming from our window, lighting the room every few seconds.
Harry situates our daughter on the right side of his chest, in a more comfortable position, and places her stuffed animal into her tiny hands for her to grasp. She takes it immediately and hold it in a tight squeeze. Then I scoot back over and resume my place on his left side, head on his shoulder and leg thrown on top of his. I stretch my arm over his body and instead of putting my hand back on his tattooed tummy, I place it on our daughters small back, rubbing over her pj shirt.
Harry reaches down and pulls the covers up over our bodies more, having the edge rest at our chins. Then he whispers, "Love you both so so so much. I'll always protect my girls. Never let anything ever happen to you guys." When he spoke that heartfelt mini speech, I could feel him squeeze our bodies tighter, showing a sign of non verbal affection. Harry bends down and pecks our toddlers cheek and turns his head to kiss my forehead.
"Love you too babe. Best dad and husband in the whole world." I say, half asleep now. Though mother nature is still throwing a fit outside, I feel safe in my husbands arms and I also have butterflies at the slight of our daughter peacefully sleeping on her daddy's chest. Her little mouth is slightly parted and puffs of air is fanning over his neck. Makes me want to give Harry another baby. Two mini Harry's walking around is something that makes me have baby fever at just the thought. But that's for another day and another discussion. Right now, I'm happy with the family of three we have and fall asleep peacefully in my husbands arms.
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