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It Happened One Day

It was probably for the best that his paperwork had piled up in his absence since it meant that after lunch Harry didn't have the time to dwell on the fact that Eggsy had both noticed and appreciated his rear. Possibly. He wouldn't put it behind the cheeky little bugger to suggest that just to mess with his head. And all right, so he did think about Eggsy's comments more than he should have as the day went on. But he did do his work AND babysit Daisy at the same time which he deserved kudos for in his opinion. Even if he didn't have to do much when it came to the latter save for tolerate his ward's presence in his office.

Between her behavior the night before and that morning it hadn't required much brainpower on Harry's part to know that odds were Daisy was not going to take kindly to him being out of her sight for longer than a quick trip to the loo. And since Harry was also well aware that Eggsy had a lot to do in preparation for tomorrow, on top of having had to deal with Daisy alone while he was away, Harry had suggested over lunch that Daisy spend a few hours playing in his office. He'd do his paperwork and she could color, play with her toys, or whatever else she did when he wasn't around and also couldn't really play with her.

Eggsy had weakly protested the idea, it was obvious the boy hadn't meant a word of it, but Daisy was all for it and so after lunch Eggsy had gone off to do whatever he needed to do and Harry had helped Daisy carry her tea party table, six stuffed animals including Mr. Fox, two coloring books, one very large box of fat crayons, seven picture books, a blanket, Eggsy's old iPod, and LEGO into his office.

Daisy had setup her play area facing Harry's desk, just far enough away that she didn't have to crane her neck every time she looked up to make sure that he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Which she did distressingly often the first hour or so. After that she eased up a little and relaxed into her relatively quiet playing.

So Harry thought a little bit about Eggsy, diligently did his work, and shared his space with a three year old without any major problems arising.

And they said that men couldn't multitask.

"Unca Harry?"

Okay. And said three year old had abandoned her toys to come over to his side and he hadn't even noticed. Shit. Maybe Daisy had been right to send Addison with him to America. All this time spent behind a desk was making his Kingsman training go to shite at a rather alarming rate.

"Yes, Daisy?"

"Wants ta listen ta music with me? I know where Eggsy's speaker is."

The idea of listening to children's music ranked right up there with any number of torture techniques Harry had learned and experienced during his time with Kingsman. But she was looking at him so hopefully...

"Of course."

"Yay. Don't go, kay?" Daisy punctuated the statement with a pointed finger in his direction.

"On my honor."

Another beaming smile and then off she went at a run, banging his door shut on the way out. But oh well, it wasn't like she had enough upper body strength to cause it damage. He didn't think.

And she came back a minute or so later at a dead run, the girl very confident as she went about attaching the iPod to the sound system device. It really was remarkable how tech savvy today's children were. Of course they also couldn't do basic math without calculators and their spelling was often atrocious from what he'd seen and heard...but they knew how to plug things in and get machines to do those things for them.

He still wasn't over the fact that they weren't teaching cursive writing anymore in schools. There were just no words to describe some levels of stupidity.

Turning his attention back to his own screen, and glaring at it for a moment like it was its fault that the educational system and society as a whole was failing today's children, Harry was just thinking that he sure as hell would make sure that Daisy learned how to do cursive as well as print when the iPod became audible.

And he knew that beat.

"Daisy...is this...Queen?"

Stomping and clapping in time with the beat, Daisy nodded her head.

"I knew Eggsy could be trusted with your early education."

And as a Queen fan Harry had to do some smacking of the desk and stomping along to Daisy's great delight because, well, it was Queen and 'We Will Rock You'. Enough said. And he had to at least hum along with 'Crocodile Rock' when that immediately followed the previous blast from the past. Though he didn't recognize the next song other than the fact that the singer was Phil Collins. From the content Harry surmised that this was one of the ones the man had been contracted to perform for Disney.

After that was the song 'It's A Hard Knock Life' from Annie. Lovely. He hadn't heard it in ages.

The Gods were apparently looking out for him as Harry was pleased to recognize eight out of every ten songs on the iPod, the majority of which didn't make him want to bash his head repeatedly into a wall or hunt down their creators to end them for the benefit of parents everywhere. In fact he could sing along with almost half the songs being played if he were willing to subject Daisy to his singing. Which he wasn't.

Though he allowed himself to sing under his breath a little. He was only human after.

Not to mention the fact that Daisy, while possessing a sweet voice, also mangled the lyrics when she tried to sing along. Though it was sweet when she wasn't desecrating some of the greatest music ever created.

They were listening to 'New Girl in Town' from Hairspray when Eggsy opened the door and came in with a tray holding fresh chocolate biscuits and tall glasses of milk.

Wisely serving Daisy first at her little table, Eggsy left his sister to her snack and 'game' with her stuffed animals before coming over to set the tray and its remaining contents on a clear spot on Harry's desk.

"Thank you." Harry accepted the glass Eggsy held out to him. "Most appreciated."

"Well ya can't truly appreciate biccies without cold milk, Mum used ta say." Eggsy lifted his own glass in toast. "So she ain't driven ya up the wall yet?"

"She's been very well behaved. And has surprisingly good taste in music, which I assume we have you to thank for."

"Oh she's got playlists on that thing that would make a man consider throwin himself in front of traffic. She just knows which ones ta play for herself and which are for everyone. Lucky you, she picked one of the better ones."

"I am deeply grateful, yes." Biting into one of the biscuits after bracing himself for the unavoidable physical reaction he had to the greatness that was Eggsy's biscuits, Harry somewhat was able to bite back the moan of appreciation thanks to the mental preparation and the food in his mouth. "Perfection as always."

Ducking his head Eggsy mumbled something that Harry thought was thanks for the compliment.

Taking pity on them both Harry asked how the preparations were going for the next day and if there was anything he could do to help him.

"Nah. I'm pretty much on schedule. Only thing I'm worried about is...well nevermind. I should head back ta the kitchen, get-"

"Eggsy." Harry cut in quickly and firmly. "What?"

"It ain't-"

"Eggsy."

Proving that in some ways he was still very young Eggsy shoved as much of a biscuit as he could into his mouth, meaning that he couldn't talk.

Thankfully Harry was not a stupid man and it required little thought to guess the most likely reasons Eggsy would not be looking forward to the following day.

"I know that tomorrow you'll be surrounded by people who will no more understand you and your story than you will theirs. And while the majority of them will be polite and welcoming, at least to your face, there will be those who will make snide comments or insinuate things that are going to test both our tempers. I wish my presence at your side would prevent that, but just as their inbreeding has given them the ability to talk mainly out of their arses, it's also killed what little sense they could have been born with."

Eggsy snickered in appreciation, which had been his intention.

"I have no intention of leaving yours or Daisy's side tomorrow. And I assure you that I am more than capable of putting anyone who tries to cross us in their place."

"Ya gonna be my knight in shining armor, huh?"

"That is my intention, yes."

"Then I'm in good hands, then."

What he wanted to say in response to that Harry couldn't say...so he just smiled and nodded when Eggsy stated that he should head back to the kitchen.

Then sighed when Eggsy left.

Bugger.

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For the most part Harry was able to continue working peacefully in his office with Daisy, though he did end up taking an hour's break to join her in playing with her LEGO. Which was how he found out that of their three generations Eggsy's had definitely created the best version of LEGO to play and build with. And that he still knew how to build recognizable structures with the plastic blocks, much to Daisy's delight. She preferred other people to build her buildings for her while she acted as architect. With a definite Preference for the pastel colored LEGO.

By the end of it Harry also had a fairly firm grasp of the lyrics for the song 'Let It Go' from 'Frozen' thanks to Daisy listening to it six times in a row once it popped up on the iPod for their listening pleasure. The damn thing got stuck in head for a good hour afterwards. Bloody let it go, indeed.

Harry was also man enough to admit that he was desperately grateful when Eggsy rejoined them and suggested that they take a walk to stretch their legs, get the freshest air London had to offer, and then find somewhere to grab something for supper since he'd had enough of the kitchen for the day. His treat.

"My treat." Harry argued.

"Ya never let me treat."

"Because you cook all the time."

"Food!" Was Daisy's opinion.

"Why don't we see where we end up eating, then go from there."

Eggsy crossed his arms in front of him, the body language making it clear that he was prepared to take offense. Or at least be stubborn about this.

"Fine. But I'll buy the next one."

"Deal."

So they got on proper footwear and then headed out for a walk, had dinner that they all agreed was not as good as something Eggsy could whip up, and then came home to properly watch 'How to Train Your Dragon' together.

None of them suspected the changes the following day would bring.

)

The following day started much the way most Saturday mornings did. They all slept in a little, even Daisy for a change. Not by much according to Eggsy, but every extra minute was appreciated on the weekend. So the two of them were up before Harry and breakfast was almost ready when Daisy was sent to wake Harry up and remind him, very loudly, that they were going to a party later so get up! He got up and after a visit to the loo headed downstairs to join his family at the table and enjoy a very lovely breakfast and some much needed tea over the Saturday paper. Well, some of it. Daisy liked to think she could read the comic section so she got that first, and Eggsy was given the crossword to work on. Which, once the caffeine kicked in sufficiently, Harry was happy to help him with.

Once breakfast had been consumed and Daisy got impatient with them, they helped Eggsy take the dishes and such to the kitchen to be either returned to their assigned place or cleaned off and put into the dishwasher to be taken care of.

As the weather was shaping up to be as lovely as the weathermen had predicted for once, Harry suspected his aunt had paid handsomely for that to be guaranteed magically, Harry suggested that they head out a little early and take the longer route to his aunt's estate in order to better enjoy the scenery and countryside before the party.

Eggsy and Daisy both agreed that that was a great idea so they finished cleaning up and then they all headed upstairs to get dressed for the day. Harry had already laid out one of his light weight summer suits for the occasion, and Eggsy thankfully was taking care of Daisy's outfit since Harry was fairly sure he wouldn't have known where to start, much less make her presentable by the end of it. Unless she knew how, which struck him as a lot to ask of a three year old. But Harry soon discovered that Eggsy was indeed more than capable of meeting his assignment as Daisy came running to show him her finished look the moment Eggsy finished attaching her little hat to her curls. While Daisy spun around him and showed off Eggsy followed along with Mr. Fox, who was indeed sporting a ribbon bowtie to match Daisy's dress. It clashed as horribly with his fur as he'd thought it would.

"You look exquisite, Daisy. You'll put all the other young ladies to shame."

Beaming with pleasure Daisy took Mr. Fox from Eggsy and hugged it against her chest as she wiggled in delight.

Taking note of the fact that Eggsy was still wearing his pajamas, and looking as adorable as he always did, Harry carefully cleared his throat. "I'll keep her entertained while you get dressed, Eggsy. Go on."

"Ya sure?"

"Go."

The cocky salute Eggsy gave him amused Harry.

So while Eggsy went off to get ready Harry went downstairs with Daisy to hang out and pass the time until Eggsy came down the stairs to join them ten minutes or so later.

Oh.

He'd left the matter of Eggsy's suit in Thomas's hands. He'd known about it of course, when Eggsy dropped in to Kingsman for fittings and such. Merlin usually ended up on a sugar high and if he was in the shop's office Eggsy would always poke his head in to say hi and chat for a bit. So he'd known when the suit had been finished and had been given some details about color and style, but he hadn't checked it out personally, preferring to see it on Eggsy first.

Possibly not his best decision.

"You look stunning."

"Jezus, Harry." Eggsy lifted a hand, freezing just before his fingers could mush his carefully styled hair. Styled, Harry belated realized, very similar to his own.

"You need to learn how to take a compliment."

Shoving his hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders, Eggsy muttered something that Harry didn't catch.

What was audible was Eggsy's statement that they should load up the car and get going.

"Using Addison's birthday as a template, I assume there's a lot to take with us."

The look Eggsy gave him said that that was a big, obvious yes.

"Right. Let's get to it then."

Sending Daisy ahead of them to retrieve her purse and backpack from her bedroom, Eggsy called out a reminder to her to hold the railing as she came down the stairs, not bottom bump, as it would wrinkle her dress.

"Is she safe to go down the stairs that way?"

"Yeah, she knows ta be careful. She just likes goin down on her bottom cause of the sound effects."

"Ah."

Eggsy gave him an amused look as they reached the top of said stairs. "If ya want ta stay here and supervise I'll start bringing the stuff out ta the hallway."

He was torn, but Eggsy did know more about Daisy's ability to go down stairs better than he did. And would never allow her to be in harm's way. But she was so little and-and Eggsy was already halfway down the stairs, leaving him in his wake.

Well really.

Using his longer legs to catch up, Harry returned Eggsy's amused grin with a not amused look, though it was difficult to hold in place as his lips itched to return the smile.

"If ya want ta bring the car up ta the door, close as ya can, that would be good."

"Understood."

Splitting ways Harry headed for the front door and let himself out, smiling at the surprise he'd arranged for Eggsy, which was waiting in the street as ordered. Without telling Eggsy he'd requested that one of Kingsman's cars be dropped off at the house for their use. The black Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe was very much a statement car, Harry thought with a low sound of male approval at the beautiful piece of machinery in front of him. He knew Eggsy would approve.

Getting behind the wheel Harry had just backed it up into position and opened the car door up to exit when Eggsy stepped out onto the front steps, the younger man's jaw dropping so far it was a wonder it didn't hit the ground.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Bounding down the stairs Eggsy literally ran over to stand beside the car, the look of rapture on his face completely appropriate in Harry's opinion.

"We're goin in THIS?"

"We are."

"I get to ride in a fucking Rolls-Royce?"

Laughing, Harry informed him that he could drive the fucking Rolls-Royce if he liked.

Eggsy stared. And stared.

And then Eggsy grabbed Harry's face between his hands and kissed him.

On the lips.