HUSBAND, WIFE AND BABY TAKE A BATH (husband and dad james au)
"Join us, love," James pleads as he attempts to pull the puppy dog eyes at you. He was currently in the tub with your son, Harry, on his knee. With a shake of your head and a roll of your eyes, you divert your loving gaze onto your son who babbled nonsense and splashed at the water joyously with his tiny hands; his little arms mimicking the wings of a bird. There's a visible shift in your eyes as you coo at Harry and engage in nonsense, babbly conversation with him. He's so responsive and eloquent in his expressions, you swear he can understand everything you say.
Seeing the clear love in your eyes for Harry, James takes a moment to admire your motherly affection; it's become another reason why he adores you and vows to protect your happiness and safety at all times, little Harry's too.
"Come on Harry," James calls, redirecting his son's attention to himself as he leans in a nuzzles his nose with Harry's much smaller one, "help me convince Mommy that she needs to get in the bath with us so we can all have fun~" as he finishes his sentence, James turns his face and flutters his lashes at you, pushing his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. Harry seems to also get the message and coos at you, reaching out his tiny hand and makes a grabby motion for you.
You contemplate the idea and eventually sigh in defeat as James cheers and praises Harry for their successful venture.
"We did it Harry! Mommy's gonna join us for a bath now~" your husband looks over at you with a knowing smirk and kisses Harry's cheek as you slowly sink into the bubbly bath water. As you settle in between James's outstretched legs, Harry finally registers what's happened and squeals in delight, reaching for you with a happy 'muh-ma!'. Taking Harry into your arms, you lean back into James's arms and he kisses your shoulder lovingly.
"There's no way I could resist my two favourite boys for long," you muse and turn your head to give James a sweet kiss.
"You hear that Harry?" James grins at your cooing son over your shoulder, "we're Mommy's two favourite boys, aren't we lucky?"
As if to answer his father, Harry squeals in delight and throws his arms in the air as you and James laugh.