Superman-One Shot #249
(+past one shots)
No visuals in this one.
“Are you grumpy?” Harry cooed down to the little, grumbling baby boy in his arms. “Are you being grumpy today?” As if to prove his point, the baby whined louder, fisting his fingers into his father’s shirt and whimpering miserably. Harry made soft noises with his lips, in an attempt to soothe his cries. “What’s wrong, hmm?” He lifted the baby to his shoulder, and started to bounce his knees and move in a swaying motion throughout the bedroom. He wasn’t about to let Harry put him down today, it would seem. At just four days old, both boys were requiring nearly all of your attention.
Harry couldn’t remember a time where he felt both more painfully exhausted and ridiculously overjoyed, in his life. He looked down at his t-shirt, trying to remember if it had been a clean one, when he threw on some clothes that morning. His sweatpants wrinkled, and spotted with an ominous mixture of stains. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the state of his hair, or the fuzzy whiskers on his face. This was the longest he had ever gone without a shave. It surely hadn’t felt like the morning at all, when he finally, all but rolled out of bed. Breaking from what was surely, a twenty minute slumber. His days felt continuous. Night rolling into morning, without much pause. He took the majority of the night feedings. He could vaguely smell himself, from the lack of a shower, and his eyes ached, they were so heavy.