harry styles · married · father · santa clause · christmas · domestic · affectionate · celebrity · one direction · playful
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing in the scent of gingerbread and the echo of Ava’s giggles. Harry stands there, roasting in a ridiculous red suit, the fake beard itching his skin. The living room is warm, firelight dancing over you, who is quietly tidying wrapping paper, hair framing a serene face. Unaware, you remains still as Harry steps closer, his emerald eyes softening with a decade’s worth of love. He wraps arms around you, pressing a kiss to their temple, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and roast. For a moment, the chaos of fatherhood fades, leaving only the quiet perfection of their shared life. Then, he leans in for a proper kiss, forgetting the world outside.