Harry Styles Imagines

Personal for Amal

For @AmalInam I hope you like it x.

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-----|Harry's P.O.V.|-----

I was sat on the couch with both my girls cuddled up to my sides watching tv. Amal was on the left side while Darcy on the right one.

Out of the blue, Darcy's question shocked me and her mother.

"Mommy, Daddy, how are babies made?" The 4 year old asked.

I gulped, my green eyes pleading Amal's dark brown ones for help in this subject, maybe she could answer for me... Instead, she just shook her head no.

Sighing, I glanced down at Darcy who was waiting patiently for an answer.

"Umm, well sweetie, h-how about you wait a few more years to know about that stuff..." I trailed off, scratching the back of my neck.

"Nooo, Daddyy, tell me! Tell me! Pweaseeee," she whined, elongating the 'pwease' and jotting her bottom lip out as much as she can.

I looked at my wife, to see her trying to stifle a laugh. I chuckled myself, rubbing my temple with my sleeve clad hand.

"Alright, look Darcy, when a man and a woman love each other, they get married, so after a while God sends them a gift and put it in the mother's stomach, for it to grow and be a beautiful baby after 9 months. That's all you can know for now baby, okay?"

She giggled, nodding her head. Her brown locks swaying in the process.

"Does that mean that when I am old and love someone, we get married and have a baby, like uncle Niall and auntie Claire?"

She referred to Niall and his wife Claire who are expecting their first baby in a few months.

"Yes, exactly." Amal beamed, "and just like your father and I had you because we love eachother." Her arms wrapped around my bicep, a soft smile on her face.

I nodded, kissing her forehead then Darcy's, before we all headed to bed.

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It's not so long ,sorry xoxo.