#104 Tank Tops - Harry - NOT MINE

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Harry: "Look at her tiny weeny feet," Harry cooed, looking down at his small daughter who was sleeping on his chest, small arms and legs curled against his lap, eyes closed and small dark hair almost in curls. You smiled, looking at your two treasures who were bonding together. "It's a bit cold," you said, looking around at your apartment. The wind was blowing outside; letting cold winter air come inside, "Keep her warm while I get more clothes to her." Harry nodded, still stroking at his little baby's cheek when he cooed everything what came to his mind. A minute later you returned with few shirts when you saw your husband. A smile appeared to your face when you saw your little girl, curled against his bare chest, under Harry's tank top. She looked so tiny against his tattoos and Harry's hands what kept her safe against the warm skin. "I think she doesn't need the clothes right now," you smiled, kissing his cheek, when he cooed inside his shirt, where his little girl was sleeping.

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