As I served up three plates of dinner, I set two down on the normal seats at the table in the dining room and one in front of the seats with pillows all the way up so Logan could see over the top of the table. Logan was now awake and watching the TV.
"Logan, dinner's ready", I call out to my two year old, listening closely as the sound of pitter patter neared.
Soon enough, Logan waddled into the dining room, trying to climb up onto the chair but ended up failing, "Mwumma", she huffed after trying but not succeeding.
I giggled to myself before helping her onto her chair where she dived straight into eating. "Slow down baby bear", I say, pushing her hair off her face.
As Harry took a seat after returning from the bathroom, I sat down across from him, awkwardly and still flushed from our little encounter just moments ago.

"You haven't answered my question", He spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Which was?", I asked slowly.
"Helping me with Darcy", he spoke. I looked up at him, trying to figure if he really wanted my help, "Look, I haven't been the best father. It takes me forever to get Darcy to stop crying and she is a fussy eater that it is just so hard to please her. I could really use your help for a while. I am going to be starting work again soon, recording another album and I just want to be a better dad for Darcy"
We sat in silence for a moment before I finally spoke up, "One condition"
Harry's eyes perked up and a grin formed on his face, "Anything!"
"You have to take this seriously. You have a bad history and are seen as a flirty player. No more, she really needs a father, not some teenage boy who pays more attention to girls in a club than his own daughter at home. I have had to grow up quickly because I needed to do what's best for my daughter. You should too"
He looked slightly hurt about what I said, "Okay, I will. But I love her more than anything in the world"
"I know Harry"
"So, when do we start?", he smiles.
"Whenever you want to start", I laugh.
"Right now", Harry grins again.
"Okay", I laugh again.


As we continued to eat our food, I had noticed that Logan had resorted to using her hands because she didn't like the fork. She stuck her hands straight into the bowl, giggling like mad and squealing, before taking them and out wiping them on her shirt, "Logan", I warn, giving her my 'no' look.
She sighs before picking up the children's fork and began eating again.
"Okay, how are you so good at being a parent and I am rubbish?", Harry frowns.
"You're not rubbish Harry. But its because I'm not thick like you and I am a woman", I giggle.
Harry rolls his eyes, "I am not thick!"
"Oh but you are", I laugh before Darcy's cries broke out from my room.
Logan gasped, looking at me wide eyed, "THE BWUBBA'S WAKE!", she squealed, clapping her hands together and slipping off the chair and running down the hallway.
I decided to quickly follow, knowing that Logan would either try to pick up the baby and end up falling off the bed or trying to make her stop crying.
Luckily I reached my bedroom as Logan tried to climb up onto the bed, "No Logan, go finish your dinner", I say, lifting her and placing her out of the room, watching as she stomped back into the dining room.
"You're wide awake now, aren't you?", I cooed at the baby, watching as she grinned at me, flailing her arms up for attention. I scooped up the tiny baby, cradling her in my arms as I grabbed her pacifier off the bed and carried her back out to the dining room where I watched as Logan climbed onto Harry's lap with the help of Harry of course as they chatted.
I sat at my seat and rested Darcy in my lap. I bounced her up and down as she calmed down because she was being held and getting the attention. As she gurgled with happiness, the dimples became evident on her face. "You just like getting all the attention, don't you", I cooed again, watching as she giggled and threw her arms around.
Logan scurried off to the lounge room to watch TV after I told her too.
"MWUMMA!", I heard Logan squeal. Thinking that there was someone trying to kidnap her, I ran into the lounge room with Harry following behind to see Logan standing on the lounge and pointing at the TV.

I was shocked by what I saw...