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Murr (Six Months Later)

Continued from the chapter 'Murr (Pregnancy Announcement)'. Also linked to the chapter entitled 'How He Is With Your Children' :).

Second Person POV

Your daughter had just reached six months of age. She was growing up fast and was very much a daddy's girl. Murr adored her. He'd always do as much as he could for her, without complaint.

Tonight was her bath night, usually, it was your role to bathe [Y/D/N], as Murr would normally be busy with work. However, he had insisted on giving it a go. He'd never given [Y/D/N] a bath on his own before, so you were awaiting the antics to begin.

Murr bent down and picked [Y/D/N] up from the floor, placing her on his hip. He kissed her cheek, before smiling towards you. Murr grabbed her hand and made her wave at you. It was an adorable sight.

"Come on you, bath time." Murr cooed at [Y/D/N], as he turned and walked out of the room. You called out to him, as he reached the door.

"You sure you don't want my help, Babe?" You asked. "She can be a handful!" You chuckled. Murr gave you a nod and a wink, before entering the bathroom. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, you decided to join your family in the bathroom and overwatch bath time.

As you walked into the room, Murr had [Y/D/N] on his hip, as he was bent over and spun the taps on. The water came gushing out of the pipes, filling the bath rapidly. Murr held his hand under the waterfall and checked the temperature, before placing [Y/D/N] into the bath. She was already pretty stable when sat up right, so Murr could support her with just one hand.

He cupped his hand, plunging it beneath the water. His hand filled with water, as he lifted it back up. Murr carefully poured the water onto [Y/D/N]'s head, letting her hair soak it up. He continued to wash her hair, as she splashed her hands on top of the water, sending water droplets everywhere. A large splash soaked Murr's shirt and bowtie. He frowned, turning towards you and sighing.

"Told you she can be a handful." You chuckled, reaching for a towel and handing it to him. Murr dried himself off, before pulling away from the bath.

"Can you watch her for a moment, I have a foolproof plan." He smirked. You knelt down beside the bath and watched over your daughter. She cooed and giggled, as she continued to play in the water.

Murr stepped behind you, taking the towel with him. You heard his clothes drop to floor. Turning your head around, your eyes were met with a naked Murr, dressed in only a towel. You pulled your eyebrows together in confusion, as you stared at him.

"THIS, is your foolproof plan, James?" You quizzed. Murr knows when you're agitated, as you typically call him James when he's annoyed you - which is hardly ever. Murr nodded his head eagerly.

"Yeah! Why get my clothes all wet, when I can just join [Y/D/N] in the bath, right?! [Y/N], you know I'm right." He exclaimed, strolling towards the bath and dropping his towel to the floor. You playfully smacked his arse, as he clambered into the bath, causing him to flinch. He sat down behind [Y/D/N] and placed his legs either side of her. You handed him a flannel, so that his dignity could be covered.

Murr proved you wrong, as his plan worked. [Y/D/N] was able to enjoy her bath, whilst Murr was able to do it properly. He made sure her hair was clean and that she came out of the bath smelling of roses.

You were sat on the closed toilet seat, watching Murr wrap your daughter up in a ridiculously large towel. He placed a kiss to her cheek, as she continued to giggle. Murr placed [Y/D/N] on his hip, rocking her back and forth, to help calm her down, before she was to go to sleep.

He walked with her, through to the bedroom, placing [Y/D/N] on your bed. He blew raspberries against her stomach, causing her to laugh loudly. You couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful sight, to see your husband bond with your daughter, in such an adorable way.

Murr reached for [Y/D/N]'s pyjamas and slowly dressed her. She began to rub her eyes, a sign that she was getting tired. Murr picked her up and placed her on his hip once more, before stepping towards you and kissing your cheek. You leant forward and said goodnight to [Y/D/N], before Murr went to put her to bed.

You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to return. Over the baby monitor, you could hear Murr singing a lullaby to [Y/D/N]. A smile pulled at the corner's of your mouth, as you pictured him dancing about, as he rocked [Y/D/N] to sleep.

After a while, the baby monitor fell silent, and Murr still hadn't returned. You stood up from the bed, tip-toeing towards [Y/D/N]'s bedroom. You pushed the door ajar and saw Murr asleep on the beanbag on his back. [Y/D/N] lay face down on his chest, fast asleep. Both Murr and [Y/D/N] had their mouths opening slightly, snoring softly. Like father, like daughter.

You silently closed the door again, wanting to let the pair of them get their well deserved beauty sleep.