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Note: So no one got the irony of the koala bear stuff named Buster Moon? Come on, Everyone! Go watch 'Sing' and listen to Taron Egerton sing!

We Survived...Maybe?

Stretching out his limbs the following morning Harry was sad when neither his arm nor leg encountered the warmth of Eggsy beside him in the bed. But that was the norm unless he had to get up as early as Eggsy did for some reason. Or Daisy came running in after hacking all her hair off with manicure scissors, Harry mentally tacked on with a grimace. But hopefully that wouldn't happen again any time soon, which was pretty much a given now that Harry was thinking about it. She wouldn't have hair to hack off for months.

Unless she decided to give her new wig a haircut, Harry mused as he opened his eyes with a great deal of reluctance, blinking up at the ceiling for a couple minutes before throwing aside his covers with a groan of disappointment. He did so hate to get up. Though thinking about his mother's reaction if Daisy were to give her wig a new look did bring a smile to his face. Or at least it did until Harry imagined what Eggsy's reaction would be, especially if the younger man found out how much the hair piece had likely costed. Hopefully they could just keep it in its box for the most part, then donate it to a child who actually needed it.

And he needed to get out of bed. Sigh.

No surprise he was missing his comfy bed even before Harry staggered in the direction of the bedroom door, Harry heading for his bathroom with several muffled yawns and twinges from his body. Eggsy's magic had definitely improved things in that regard, but there was only so much their combined magic and healers could do.

Getting old fucking sucked.

But Harry wasn't so old yet that he couldn't get around unaided, thank the powers that be, and he took care of the usual morning business without a hitch. Or at least not one that he was aware of before he showered to wake himself up faster. And speaking of things mostly going off without a hitch, Harry found himself musing over how well their visit with his mother had actually gone the night before. At least in comparison to how bad he'd been expecting it to be. Visits with his mother were always full of embarrassing stories, questions, and commentary on his life choices that were rarely positive.

Apparently all he'd needed to do to gain some of her approval was get a boyfriend who was young enough to be his son. In retrospect Harry had the feeling that he should have realized that. Ah, well. At least his mother hadn't asked them any pointed questions about their sex life. He'd even give her serious points for waiting until Daisy had passed out in Eggsy lap before telling some of her more risqué stories.

Eggsy, for his part, seemed to get along with her very well, the two very much holding up the conversation while Harry had opted for the role of observer. It had just been safer for him that way. He would have absolutely thrown himself upon a sword for Eggsy if necessary, of course, but-and that thought led to another, more perverted one involving a very different sort of 'sword', which ended with the filthy image now floating around in his head. Images and then an outright play by play that distracted and stimulated him into having to have a talk with his little brain about how he didn't have time to deal with him at the moment. Plus an orgasm would make him more tired, and right now he was sleep deprived already. His mother had not wanted to leave for some reason, and had stayed late. You'd have thought she was the twenty something, the way she'd outlasted both he and Eggsy.

But the visit hadn't ended in disaster, and no one was traumatized. A little loss sleep was worth that miracle.

Finishing up his shower as quickly as possible before he gave into temptation, Harry got out and dried off, wrapping his towel around his waist as soon as he was done. That done Harry turned his attention to his reflection in the mirror, pleased to see that the spell that kept his mirror from fogging up was still working well. Even if that did mean he had a clear view of the fact that he didn't look his best when wet. It was a good thing Eggsy liked how he looked in suits so much. And getting him out of them.

Smiling over that bolstering thought Harry retrieved his robe to switch it with the towel since he wasn't about to risk running into Daisy wearing only a towel around his waist. Especially since she had a habit of tugging on things to get someone's immediate attention. Flashing his child would traumatize them both in horrifying ways. And therapy would be required, at least on his part.

With that in mind Harry finished up and then poked his head out to confirm that Daisy was not around-she was not-and then made a hasty beeline for his bedroom and his closet to get ready for the day.

Of course he was only in his pants, trousers in hand, when Daisy started banging on the door with both fists, demanding to know if he was up yet cause the pancakes were ready.

"I'll be right down. You two can start without me."

"Eggsy says we can't start without ya!"

Chuckling in spite of himself Harry called out for her to tell Eggsy that he had said it was all right to start eating, all the while hurriedly getting his lower half covered just in case she decided she needed to speak to him face to face. Or as best as two people of their varying heights could, anyway.

"OGAY!"

Sounds of very loud toddler stomping followed that statement, Daisy taking off back down the hallway towards the stairs at little girl speed. Harry had no idea where she found all that energy so early in the morning. Hopefully she wouldn't take the stairs too quickly and remembered to bump her way down. She did love her pancakes.

But no sounds of distress reached him, thankfully, and Harry had donned his dress shirt, suit jacket, and was looping his tie around his neck before Daisy came stomping back down the hallway again to inform him that Eggsy was apparently refusing to feed her until Harry was present at the table. Her tone made it clear how unacceptable she found this.

A far cry, Harry mused, from the little girl who'd had to be prompted, with Eggsy beside her, to knock on his door in the past, much less speak more than a couple of words to him.

Now, here she was, Daisy decision to open and then march into the room without asking first further emphasizing how far they'd come since she'd come to live with him. Also her impatience with him and the situation at hand, Harry mentally tacked on with a small smile. And while Harry hated to scold her, he'd hate her walking in on Eggsy and himself naked even more.

"Daisy. You know that you're supposed to knock first, remember?"

"Oops?"

Shaking his head in amusement Harry decided that he could don his socks and shoes after breakfast. "Right. Lead the way, then."

He finished tying his tie while he followed her out, Harry delighted when she took his hand once he was finished. Of course she only held it until they reached the stairs-she did love to go down on her bottom-but it was the thought that counted. And she was adorable bouncing down the stairs beside him.

"I see you're wearing one of your new tops."

"Yup!"

The top looked like it couldn't decide whether it wanted to be a top or a dress, but apparently that was in style and looked quite charming with Daisy's favorite pair of bumblebee striped tights. Not what his mother would have paired with the black top with white flowers embroidered around the short sleeves, neckline and hem. Oh well.

"Is Mr. Moon joining us, or remaining in your room this morning?"

Having reached the bottom Daisy made 'hurry up' gestures with her hands while explaining that Mr. Moon was also apparently anxious for breakfast to begin, waiting at the table with Mr. Fox.

Possibly because he feared Daisy would eat him instead, was she made to wait any longer, Harry thought but didn't say.

Instead together they entered the dining room and headed for their respective chairs, Eggsy in the process of cutting up Daisy's pancakes for her, much to her vocal delight.

Oh yes. He was most certainly awake now.

Then Eggsy looked up with a soft smile to say good morning and all was right with Harry's world.

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Pancakes were a lovely way to start the day as well, Harry happy to join Daisy in demolishing the ones on his plate after ensuring that his had the proper amount of butter and syrup. Daisy had quite a bit of both on hers as well, and Harry was hopefully that he had less syrup on his face than she had on hers. Periodically Harry made it a point to lick his lips, just in case, which Eggsy seemed to take entirely the wrong way based on the heated looks he got in turn. Not that Harry was complaining in the slightest. Or licking more than was strictly necessary. He was just making sure he got all the syrup, nothing more. There was a child present, after all.

Even if a bomb could potentially explode outside the house without her caring so long as her plate had food on it, Harry mentally tacked on to that thought.

"Why you shakin your head?"

Blinking, Harry smiled at Eggsy ruefully. "Just a random thought."

"Can't believe we both survived your mum?"

Laughing this time, Harry admitted that it had gone surprisingly well all things considered. Though...

"It did go all right for you, yes?" They'd basically gone straight to bed without really discussing any mental scarring his mother might have caused Eggsy without Harry noticing. Though surely he would have noticed-right?

Eggsy's grin reassured him. "Yeah, it was fine. I liked her. She's wot my Grandad would call a pistol."

Harry didn't even have to think about that one. He immediately nodded in absolute agreement.

"She just don't know how to be your mum." Eggsy continued, gesturing with his orange juice for emphasis. "It's like-well your mum just wasn't around for your childhood really, right? Posh people pay people ta raise their kids, so they don't bond so much that way. So you didn't bond early, and now she wants ta be close ta ya, but she don't know how so she treats you more like you're a sibling or mate stead of her son."

"You aren't wrong. Or the first person to see it that way. Things would be much easier if I could see her as a friend or older sister."

"But ya want her to be your mum. I get that."

Yes. Eggsy would. The ways in which their mothers had fallen short when they were boys was different, but in the end their mothers hadn't been there the way they'd needed them to be a great deal of the time. All children dreamt of having a perfect mother, a fairytale life with her, Harry supposed. Though come to think of it, in most fairytales mothers tended to meet a bad end. Even more so if you were a stepmother.

"Now wot's that face for?"

"It just occurred to me that Disney's fairytales are considered watered down, sanitized versions of the original Grimm's tales, and yet the parents in Disney movies tend to fair just as badly, or worse in the long run."

Eggsy snorted in amusement. "Ya ain't wrong. Though Disney's doing better there. Not killing their parents off so much."

"I believe 'Frozen' would argue otherwise, but I'll take your word for the newest ones."

"Yup. Let that one go."

Getting the reference, which was unusual for him, Harry shared a grin with Eggsy.

And thinking to change the subject to something more positive Harry asked Eggsy what his plans were for the day. He could drop Daisy off at daycare.

"Nah, that's okay. I got some errands ta do already. As for the rest, I don't really got nothin planned cept for me and Rox havin lunch together. Well, less you call her off for a mission."

"I wasn't planning to. What are you making?"

Another grin. "Nah, she's treatin me. Says it's the least she can do."

"I approve even more then. Do you know where you're going?"

"It's a surprise."

Harry's follow up question of whether or not Eggsy wanted him to try and pick up Daisy for him instead then, as he was expecting a relatively light day work wise, was halted by the ringing of their doorbell.

"If that's Merlin I'm going to sh- S-H-O-O-T him." Harry only just caught himself. Saving himself from Daisy's considerable wrath given her love of the man in question.

"I got it." Having already gotten to his feet Eggsy was making his way down the length of the table before Harry could even protest or point out that he should get it, just in case. Which might also be for the best since Eggsy would NOT appreciate being protected that way, Harry ruefully acknowledged. However much Harry wanted to be Eggsy's knight and shield against the world-Eggsy would only let him play that role so much. And most definitely not against what was probably his friend come to mooch off of them again.

Pushing back his chair so that he could get up quickly if need be though, just in case, Harry waited, prepared to move at the slightest provocation.

And it seemed fine, murmured voices and then the sound of the door closing. Eggsy calling out that it was an Amazon delivery which was unexpected, since the delivery yesterday had caught the younger man off guard because he'd said he hadn't ordered anything. But perhaps it was another thank you or bribe from one of Eggsy's many admirers and...

Eggsy had yet to come back in.

"Eggsy?"

No response.

Harry called out a little louder, again, no response.

Fuck

Ordering Daisy to stay put and call if she needed him Harry leapt into action, not caring that he was quite possibly overreacting in the extreme as he ran for the front hallway where Eggsy stood still as a statue, staring down at what looked like an ordinary Amazon package to Harry. It looked about the size of a thick hardcover, slightly smaller, and before Harry could ask what was wrong Eggsy sensed his presence and looked up.

And upon meeting his eyes Eggsy turned bright red and immediately hid the box behind his back like a little boy who'd been caught with his hands in the biscuit jar. Actually, no. Scratch that. Like a teenage boy who'd been caught with a dirty magazine by his mother. Possibly with his pants down.

What had he ordered that would make him-no, really, Harry realized with a frown, what could Eggsy have possibly ordered that would fit in that sort of box? Visual porn was the most obvious answer, but Eggsy would have kept that to his laptop or ereader. An article of clothing...?

Not important. What was important was that Eggsy was not in danger and clearly did not want to discuss the box in question.

It wasn't easy, but Harry managed not to grin as he apologized for rushing in and overreacting. He'd leave Eggsy to open his package in peace. While silently hoping that he'd find out soon what Eggsy had bought. For a variety of reasons.

"I didn't-it's for both of us."

"You didn't order it?" Harry's suspicious, protective instincts started to flare up again. Especially since he could think of a number of dangerous things that could fit into a box that size. Hell, there could be a spell on the package itself that Eggsy was reacting to for that matter. "You don't know what it is?"

Wait...why was he still blushing if he didn't know what it was? The box hadn't been opened yet.

"No." Fresh color flooded Eggsy's cheeks. "That's not-Hell. Fuck it."

Eggsy brought the box out from behind his back and held it out to him.

Very curious now Harry took the box, eyes scanning over it to confirm that the postage information lined up and-oh.

The postage info. More specifically...who the package was addressed to.

Mr and Mr. Unwin-Hart

Eggsy was now not the only one very red in the face. Especially since Harry had a very, very good idea who he had to thank for this wonderful moment.

"Bloody, buggering, Hell! I told her to hold off on the wedding talk!"

The silence greeting that was deafening. Oh fuck.