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Harry's POV
It had been a couple months since Charlie had her first therapy appointment and she had started going three times a week, which seemed to help quite a bit. The first week was pretty rough, but she was slowly getting better. Her smile returned and she seemed much happier, which in turn made me happier. We finally got started on the wedding planning, trying to figure out where we wanted to have the wedding but it seemed pretty obvious that it was going to be in Holmes Chapel. We both loved it there and we met there so it seemed fitting that we have our wedding there as well.
"You want to have it at the same church as Jenna and Jason?" I asked her.
"Yeah. I've always loved it there. It's a beautiful building. I don't care if she had hers there." She shook her head then looked down at Rosie who was just finishing up eating from her breast. I watched as Charlie placed our daughter on her shoulder to burp her as if it was a normal thing, humming softly to her as the baby started fussing a bit while the gas bubbles started forming in her stomach. It still amazed me how I could fall in love with Charlie even more just by watching her do such a simple task. Each day it was like I was falling in love with her all over again and I couldn't get enough of the feeling.
"Okay then... I was meaning to ask you about the honeymoon. I know you want to wait until Rosie is a little older, but can I surprise you with the destination? There's a place that I've been wanting to take you for a long time and I want you to enjoy the surprise." I said as I bit my lip gently, not sure how she would feel about that.
"Sure." She answered with a soft smile.
I raised a brow, not quite expecting her to give in so quickly but I didn't bother arguing her decision. Maybe the therapy was working better than I thought. She seemed much more relaxed lately and less afraid of trying new things. It was nice seeing her like this because she had always been so hesitant as if she would get hurt or something.
"Do you want me to take her?" I asked after a moment, seeing Rosie squirming a little in her arms.
Charlie handed her over and I smiled softly as I held her up above my head.
"Hello, my little princess." I cooed as I brought her down to give her a few kisses which caused the most adorable giggles to erupt from her lips.
"She's going to puke on you." Charlie said from beside me, a smile starting to form on her lips as she watched.
"No, she wo-"
Just as I was speaking a bit of baby puke dropped onto my cheek and Charlie burst into giggles.
"I told you." She laughed, handing me the burp rag.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I mumbled as I wiped it off then got the rest off Rosie's mouth. "You're lucky you didn't get it in daddy's mouth." I told our daughter as she just smiled innocently at me.
Just like her mother, I could never stay mad at her for more than a few seconds before my heart filled with joy and I kissed her chubby little cheek as her hands grabbed onto my head. After almost losing her I had become pretty protective over her and Charlie as well, cherishing each moment with both of them because I never knew when our last chance would be. My only hope was that Rosie grows up and makes a family of her own one day with a husband she could grow old with. An adorable yawn fell from her lips and she snuggled into my chest contently, falling asleep after just a few minutes. I smile softly and kiss her head, holding her close to me as I held her in my arms.
Charlie and I spent the rest of the day wedding planning, then throughout the week we went out to finish up some last minute touches until everything was ready to go. We just had one last thing to do and that was get Charlie's wedding dress. Of course she had a little trouble leaving Rosie to go with our mothers, my sister, and Jenna, but I assured her that we would both be waiting when she returned which seemed to soothe her a little. While she and the girls got their dresses, Jason and I stayed home to watch the babies. Their little boy, Nathan, was a couple months older than Rosie, but still just as adorable and the two loved each other. Right away when they first met she was smiling and giggling at him, something that I wasn't quite prepared for.
"Jenna was talking about how cute our kids would be if they ended up together." Jason chuckled.
"No way in hell is my daughter dating your son or any boys for that matter. I'm the only man she needs in her life." I huffed.
"I'm so glad I don't have a daughter for that very reason. I think I would go nuts." He chuckled and shook his head. "I feel for you, mate. All I have to do is tell Nate to keep his dick out of girls without condoms and permission. You have a whole other conversation ahead of you with Rosie."
"Don't remind me... And I have to deal with the whole emotional thing. If she's anything like Charlie I think I might just die." I joked. "But in all seriousness, I wouldn't trade her for the world. She's perfect."
I smiled softly as I looked over at my little girl as she squealed and lifted her head up, trying to reach for a toy which was just beyond her grasp. Of course that just pissed her off so she screamed at it and whined until I scooted it closer to her with my foot and she happily put it in her mouth to chew on it.
"She kinda reminds me of Charlie when she was pregnant. She got so pissed at me a few times over small things then spent an hour crying about it because she felt bad for yelling at me." I chuckled.
"Jenna was the same way. She actually threatened a divorce when I forgot to take the garbage out once. I knew she didn't mean it but its funny how crazy pregnant women get." Jason laughed and shook his head.
"Or maybe our girls are just insane." I joked.
"You're damn right we are."
I turned towards the door and was met by my fiancé as she walked over to give me a kiss as she stood behind where I sat on the couch.
"A good kind of insane though." I smiled and playfully pulled her over my shoulder until she was in my lap. She squealed at the initial action then giggled when she finally landed in my arms. I gave her another kiss, but this time I made sure that it was a little longer since I hadn't seen her all day.
"I missed you." I murmur against her lips, giving them one last kiss before pulling away and brushing some hair from her face. "Did you find your dress?"
"Mhm... And no I didn't bring it home. I gave it to your mum for safe keeping and so you wouldn't peek." She grinned.
"Oh come on. That's not fair." I pouted.
"It definitely is fair. I know you would try to look and that's more bad luck than we need. Me especially. So you're not allowed at your mums until after the wedding." She said.
"But that's two weeks away." I whined.
"You'll live. You've been away from her for months before so it should be no problem for you." She patted my cheek then pecked my lips before rolling off me so she could play with our daughter whose face immediately lit up at the sight of her mother.
I couldn't help but smile at how happy they were, hearing both of them giggle which was like heaven to me. In that moment I knew that my life couldn't be any more perfect.

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