Prompt #B 13
"You know you're my favorite, right?
"I'd better be."
"You know you're my favorite, right?"
"I bedda be, Hawy. You my fayvit," Teddy reciprocated. "Or mayee Ginny."
Harry laughed as he cuddled his four-year-old godson in his arms. "She's a good one to pick for a favorite, too. If I can't be your favorite then I'm glad it's Ginny." They had just gotten back to Harry's flat from visiting the magical zoo. Teddy was exhausted and Harry was carrying him to the guest room. Ginny had gone ahead to get Teddy's pyjamas out and turn down the sheets for him.
"I heard my name, what's going on? Making mischief, you two?" she enquired.
A smile crossed Harry's lips and he shook his head. "What us? We would never do that, would we, Teddy?" He glanced down at his godson.
"No, naw us," the child agreed tiredly.
"Then what, may I ask, are you talking about that involves me?" she probed.
Teddy yawned. "We jus' sayd you was our fayvit. Cuz you is." He leaned over into Ginny's arms while Harry removed his shirt and trousers.
Ginny stroked his head. "Awww, that's so sweet! You're my favorite, too!"
"Bu wha 'bout Hawy? Don you luv 'im?" he innocently wondered.
Harry and Ginny worked together to get Teddy into his pyjamas and laid him in bed before Ginny replied. She placed her head on the pillow close to his so she whisper his ear. "Can I have two favorites? I don't think I can decide between you both."
"Ok. Den I hav two fayvits, too. You and Hawy. And den Hawy can hav us as 'is fayvits," Teddy muttered sleepily.
"That sounds perfect," Harry agreed while pulling the blankets up around Teddy. "Good night, my boy."
Ginny tucked the child into bed and kissed him on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, love."
A/N: Short, but sweet, I hope. Writing the kids in these has been so much fun for me. They can be just so adorable!