i think that everyone is and will be babying ezra and its the cutest thing ever☹️he js just their precious little thing

He’s everyone’s little baby. He needs an extra little love at all times.

also this turned from him to a briar blurbs idk enjoy

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Harry and YN are in the kitchen, prepping dinner when four-year-old, Briar toddles in with six-year-old brother by the hand.

“Ezzie’s sad,” She squeaks, tugging her tearful brother along to their parents, “Cash was hiding an’ scared him!”

“Oh bubba,” YN hums, setting down the knife and squatting down so he can run into her arms and she hefts him up, “Tell me your feelings, baby.”

“I’m sad because he hid behind the couch and then yelled at me,” Ezra replies, sniffling as he speaks and nuzzles into his mom’s neck.

Next thing they know, Cash, is racing in with tears in his eyes as well and a furrowed brow, “Briar needs a time out!”

“Oh?” Harry asks with amusement, Briar glares at her brother in betrayal.

“No!” The little girl screeches with a foot stomp.

Cash returns the evil look, “Bry hit me with a book!”

“It’s ‘cause you scared Ezzie!” She huffs angrily, reaching over to smack him on his shoulder with frustration.

Harry steps in, reaching down to lightly grasp his daughter’s wrist, “Absolutely not. We do not hit, d’you understand?”

“He scared Ezzie!” She repeats, tries to wriggle away, using her other hand to smack her father’s arm with a pout.

“No, daddy!” Ezra whines, agitated with his little sister, as Cash watches in surprise with how she’s acting.

“Alright, c’mon. Step, now,” His voice is firm, his lips tight as Briar protests passionately.

Briar shakes her head and her father has to hold back a laugh because she makes the same grimace that his wife makes when she’s angry.

“Get y’bum on the step, if daddy has t’ask you again then you’re not going to Nana’s tomorrow with y’brothers.”

And well…YN can’t help but drool at little bit.

There was something about when Harry was parenting that was so attractive to her.

“Daddy,” Briar’s face drops in distress, “Want t’go to Nana’s. Mama?”

YN shakes her head, “Listen to your dad and go to the step with him, yes?”

She lets out a kittenish whine before stomping off to the staircase with her father in tow.

Harry gives Briar a little talk about how she needs to let them parent and she isn’t responsible for punishing Cash or protecting Ezra - that’s their job.

“Mama, m’sad,” Ezra tells his mother in the kitchen as she pops him onto a stool before patting the other one for Cash to climb up.

“Tell Cash,” She encourages her youngest boy.

“I don’t like when you scare me, it makes me cry,” Ezra tells his brother with a pout, his little arms crossed.

Cash huffs, unwilling to apologize, “I was just joking around!”

“It’s not funny!” Ezra returns back at him.

“You know he doesn’t like when you do that, Cash. If you do it again, you also aren’t gonna go to Nana’s. Now apologize, yes?”

At the threat of not going to Anne’s, he frowns but looks over and sighs, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“S’okay. You play babies with me?” Ezra asks hopefully with bright eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll will,” His older brother agree, helping him off the stool.

YN squat down and pulls Cash into a big hug, “Sucha good big brother, Cashy. Thank you, baby.”

His bright green eyes lose the sadness at his mothers warm words and hugs back before trotting off with Ezra’s hand in his.

YN calls after them, “Are you okay, Ez?”

“Yes mama,” He chirps before scampering down the hall towards the playroom.

YN steps out to the foyer where Harry is standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest and his daughter is sat on the stair still.

“Uh oh, why are you still on the step?” She asks her daughter who is glaring at her father with daggers of anger.

“Daddy’s mean,” Briar tells her mother, she has one shoe in her hand and the other one is lying limply on the floor by her father’s feet.

She chucks the second one at her father, hitting him lightly in the thigh, and then it drops next to the other one.

“She throws like her daddy, I’ll give her tha’,” Harry mutters before he’s giving his daughter a stern expression, “You are not goin’ t’Nana’s anymore. We do not ever throw things at other people to hurt them, Briar Anne Styles.”

And YN again, just drooling at her husband being a father.

It ends up with a ear-shattering screech and an onslaught of tears, “No dada, no!”

“You threw a book at Cash and shoes at me, after y’already got put on tha’ stair. No Nana’s,” He repeats but YN can see his facade faltering a bit because he struggled to discipline his baby girl.

Briar absolutely screams bloody murder, turning to start to run up the long staircase but both parents hearts pound because she could get hurt.

“Briar Anne!” Harry bellows in frustration, taking the steps quickly to snatch her around the middle and carry her back down.

“Mama, mama, mama,” The toddler chants in hopes of being saved from the situation.

“C’mon, we’re going to go sit in the kitchen, okay? You, me, and daddy,” YN hums, brushing the tears from her hot cheeks.

When Briar is sat on the countertop, a sippy cup of water in her hands, and a sad tint in her facial features.

“I think you owe your father an apology for hitting him with your shoes,” YN encourages, standing next to her with a knowing look.

Harry’s eyes had softened now, stress level coming down, and he murmurs, “I’m waitin’, baba.”

“M’sorry, daddy,” She lisps out quietly, a shutter of her chest and tears start falling again, “Love you, love you.”

“Oh, no tears. C’mon, lil’ mama,” He pouts, can’t help but pick her up and cradle her with a few kisses to her curls, “We need t’use our words when we’re mad, yes? Like Ezzie, we don’t hurt others.”

She nods into his neck, “Sad I’m not going to Nana’s.”

“You know for next time now, smart girl,” He reassures her, they were always firm and didn’t give empty threats so she would have to stay home and she knew it.

“Love you,” Briar sniffles to Harry, hand twining into his locks and holding there to keep him close to her.

“I love you,” He tells her firmly, “Always gonna be m’baby.”

Can you do a blurb for CEO H with both of his daughters?

Surprise 😚

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Harry thought he couldn’t be happier than when he met his wife - then he married her, then they had Ivy, and then they had another baby.

Each time his heart just expanded to create more room that had exhausted before.

Like when Ivy is cuddled into his side, half asleep as they watch Mulan, and she is nuzzled as far into him as she can possible be- like she can’t get close enough.

YN is sitting on the floor with Willow, who’s stacking blocks until Harry yawns loudly.

She looks up at him with wide brown eyes, startled by the noise before she giggles loudly at it.

“Daddy just yawned, why’s she giggling?” Ivy asks confused, always trying to figure out her baby sister’s mindset.

“S’cause she’s little and she finds a lot of stuff funny because it’s new t’her,” Harry replies softly, “Y’do it now, Vee.”

Ivy yawns with a big exaggeration and squeaky noise as she stares at her sister for her reaction.

Willow bursts out in a round of throat baby giggles with squinted eyes that makes everyone in the room laugh.

“Mamamama.”

The parents look at each other with shock, YN gasping, “Did she just….?”

“Mamamamammamaa.”

“She just said her first words!” YN squeals excitedly, scooping up the nearly one year old and cradling her with a onslaught of kisses.

“I guess tha’s fair since Ivy’s first word was dada,” Harry grumbles, a bit bent out of shape as he watches with joy as his wife celebrates their daughter’s victory.

“Mamama.”

“S’a good girl, willy,” Harry murmurs, holding his arm out so that the baby crawls quickly over before he picks her up, “Say dada.”

“Mamama.”

“Nooo,” He drawls laughing, “I need both m’girls to be daddy’s girls!”