Winter had never been Harry's favourite time of the year when he was younger. It was always cold or raining or windy or even snowing, leaving young Harry stuck in the house with a sick father and a controlling obsessive mother. Even Christmas wasn't that exciting for him. After his father had killed himself his mother had got even more controlling and thought that after her husbands death everything stopped. Harry had got over it quickly, his mother unfortunately hadn't. Harry liked to stay out of the house as much as he could, even once when he was a teenager spending the entire Christmas day wandering around London, not wanting to be in the only house in his neighbourhood with no Christmas decorations or any sign of Christmas at all. His mother spent the entire day at church, not once wondering where her only child was. Young Harry had truly hated winter.
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Harry laughed loudly as he sat in his warm living room one arm around Nikki's shoulders, both of them watching their three children unwrap their presents. His eyes strayed to Nikki's eight month pregnant stomach and realised that next Christmas they would have another child, this filled him with a large surge of pride as he placed his free hand on Nikki's bump and stroked it gently.
"You know I used to hate Christmas" he told Nikki who looked from their three sons to her husband.
"Really?" she asked and Harry nodded "Why?"
"It was winter really" he replied and shrugged slightly "It just…I hated winter in general and Christmas fell into the winter category"
"And now?" Nikki asked as she placed her hand over his on her stomach already knowing the answer.
"I love it" Harry grinned and Nikki leant up to kiss him, glad that was his answer.
Prompt was 'Winter'. I wrote a few oneshots while I was on holiday as well as a multi-chapter which I need to sort out and type up properly before I can post it.
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