Godfather

Word

When Teddy spoke his first word, Harry was overjoyed. At least… until he heard what it was.

"Dada!"

Harry looked down at Teddy, who was sitting happily in his playpen without a care in the world.

"Dada!"

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Going down into a crouch he hefted Teddy into the air by his armpits before settling the baby into his arms.

"No Teddy, I'm not your daddy."

Teddy completely ignored this and continued chanting his new favorite word.

"Dada, dada, dada, dada!" Teddy cried happily, waving his arms enthusiastically in the air after ever breath.

"No Teddy, you can't call me daddy…"

He gently laid his hand over Teddy's mouth, being sure not to suffocate him.

"Shhh, I'm not your daddy…"

Teddy looked up at him with watering eyes and Harry only shook his head sadly. Remus was dead, and he could never replace him in Teddy's heart, even if the baby didn't remember him much. He never could be Teddy's father and he wouldn't lead him on, that would only result in disaster.

Teddy's eyes continued to water and before long he started crying outright.

"Dada!"

Harry held him lightly, rocking him back and forth absently.

"I'm not your daddy…"


LBH: Oh dear, I keep adding emo flakes into my fic. And yes, I do view my stories as bowls of cereal… I'm very hungry right now.