It was the day before Fathers Day, Darcy and I are at home back in England. while Harry is in America, doing the tour.
Darcy was just 3 years old, and couldn’t understand why her dad was never around, but all the other little kids dad’s are around.
We were currently in Harry and I’s master bedroom, i'm packing a suitcase, and Darcy sitting on the bed, cuddling her little teddy bear, while watching t.v.
She had the green eyes harry has, and the brown hair from the both of us. She looked so cute with her soother in her mouth, and her little hands tightly around her teddy bear.
I was packing some of my clothes, along with some of Darcy’s. Her little sandals, converse, slipper boots, dresses, leggings, shirts, and anything else she’d need.
She didn’t really understand why I was doing what I was doing, but once she’ll see her dad, she’ll have that genuine sweet, smile on her face.
I couldn’t wait to see it. She deserved to see her dad more often. So that’s what I was trying to do, Harry didn’t even know about this little surprise.
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