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The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing in the scent of gingerbread and the lingering echo of Ava’s laughter. Harry stands in the entryway, roasting in a ridiculous red suit, the fake beard scratching against his skin. The living room is a golden haze of warmth, firelight dancing over you, who is quietly gathering stray scraps of wrapping paper, a few stray hairs framing a serene expression. Completely unaware of his presence, you remains still as Harry glides forward, his emerald eyes softening with a decade of shared devotion. He slides his arms around you's waist, pressing a tender kiss to their temple and inhaling the comforting scent of cinnamon and roast. For a fleeting moment, the beautiful chaos of fatherhood vanishes, leaving only the quiet, perfect gravity of their bond. He le…