Harry's P.O.V.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Y/N asked, pulling on her coat.
"I'll be fine." I reassured her, with a smile, reaching out to give her a hug.
"Alright, well if you need me for anything, just ring me, okay?"
"Yes baby." I smiled, leaning in to kiss her goodbye.
And once the door was closed and she was gone, the hard work began.
"Dad, where's the paper?"
"Dad, Alfie's taken the crayons off of me!"
I sighed, heading into the kitchen where our eldest, eleven year old child, Kira and her younger nine year old brother Alfie sat at the table.
"He took my crayons." Kira explained as Alfie sighed, reluctantly handing them back to her.
"She wouldn't share!" He defended,
"I always share, but I have a project I'm working on for mum." She replied, the maturity she spoke for an eleven year old never failing to surprise me.
"But I want to draw a family picture..." Alfie whined back at her as I watched them, almost amused at their interactions.
"Can both of you not just share? I mean, is it really that difficult to use some manners?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as they stared at me like I was crazy.
"Alfie doesn't have any manners." Kira retorted.
"Yes I do!" The younger boy defended, frustrated.
Their bickering was then interrupted by the cries of their two year old brother Charlie waking up from his nap.
"Alright, the pair of you just be quiet because if you don't share, none of you will get to do any kind of project or family picture, okay?" I told them, trying to be stern, but never really being able to properly raise my voice to any of them.
"Okay." Alfie agreed, smiling up at his sister as she gave in, sharing the crayons with him.
I left the room, entering my little boys room where he stood in his bed, reaching his arms up for me to pick him up.
"Hey little man." I cooed, taking him into my arms and leaving the room.
"Dada," He greeted as I kissed his forehead.
Entering the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks at the apparent bickering that had occurred again.
"Dad, Kira is being mean!"
"Seriously? Me?"
I stared at them, raising an eyebrow as they stopped talking immediately as I pinned them with the intense stare.
"Not the stare," Kira whined,
"Please don't make us watch TV together, she's so annoying." Alfie added.
"Who said anything about the TV?"
"Not the time out chair." They both mewled in unison.
"Stay silent for two minutes and think about how unfair your both being towards each other." I instructed as they slid down in their chairs, letting go of their crayons so they could focus on sulking for the next two minutes.
"I don't get this much fuss from Charlie." I added, although despite the the glares they sent me, I loved the idea of being able to teach my children to be nice to each other.
I'd been brought up to respect people, always and I wanted my children to grow up with the same attitude and manners as what I have.
Setting Charlie down, he ran to his older brother, climbing up into his lap and observing the different coloured crayons and paper in front of him.
