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muiitoloko · 11 months ago

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heeeey,i love your writing!! i was wondering if you could post something related to being pregnant/ having a baby with harry hart?? ty!! <3

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for the request!

Title: Small Steps

Summary: A glimpse into the intricate balance of the Hart family as they navigate the challenges of espionage, parenting, and the heartfelt joy of shared moments.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: discussion

Word count: 4886

As the moonlight bathed the room, your one-year-old bundle of joy, Hadrian, stirred with the night's hunger. You woke to the sound of his cries, a familiar melody of baby demands that tugged at your maternal instincts.

You began to rise, your intention clear, but Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, gently caught your wrist. His voice, still hoarse with sleep, cut through the quiet room, "I'll go get the boy, love."

You didn't argue, your trust in Harry unwavering. You nodded, and Harry slipped out of bed, his movements fluid despite the late hour. You flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the room as you leaned against the headboard, patiently waiting.

In a short while, Harry returned with Hadrian in his arms. The little one's cries softened as he found comfort in his father's embrace, tiny fingers clutching onto Harry's shirt. Yet, as Harry climbed onto the bed, Hadrian's curious eyes fixed on you, a silent invitation for you to join the nighttime routine.

With a tender exchange, Harry gently passed the baby into your waiting arms. Hadrian, still in the midst of sleepy fussiness, reached out for his mother. The room echoed with a mix of soft coos and comforting whispers as Harry and you coordinated the handoff.

Hadrian stayed nestled in your arms, his tiny fingers exploring the fabric of your nightgown. His adorable baby babbles filled the room, creating a sweet melody that warmed the hearts of his parents. Sensing his needs, Hadrian tugged at your nightgown, a clear signal that he was ready for his nightly feeding.

You sighed softly, your motherly instincts kicking in as you lovingly responded to Hadrian's cues. You pulled down the strap of your nightgown with practiced ease, offering your son the nourishment he sought. As Hadrian latched on, a serene calm settled over the room, interrupted only by the soft sounds of suckling.

Harry, sitting on the bed next to you, leaned back against the headboard. His gaze fixed on his son with a mixture of adoration and amusement. As Hadrian blissfully fed, Harry, ever the gentleman, couldn't resist reaching out, playing with his chubby son's little toes. The room was filled with a sense of familial warmth and contentment.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Harry addressed his mini-copy. "Well, little one, it seems you're starting to outshine your old man in the feeding department. I'm starting to get a bit jealous, you know."

You, catching Harry's playful comment, shot him a look that was a perfect blend of amusement and affection. You chuckled softly, appreciating the lightness he brought to the moment. Parenthood had its challenges, but these shared smiles made it all worthwhile.

As Hadrian continued to feed, Harry couldn't help but revel in the joy of fatherhood. He spoke to his son in a playful tone, "You're a hungry little rascal, aren't you? Taking after your mum in more ways than one, I see."

You rolled your eyes playfully at Harry's remark, your heart full of love for the two most important men in your life. The gentle rhythm of your nightly routine continued, creating a tapestry of shared moments that bound your family together.

Hadrian, in the midst of his feeding, decided that his father's playful fingers were no longer welcome entertainment. With a determined kick, he protested against the ticklish disturbance. Harry, catching on quickly to his son's discontent, chuckled and withdrew his hands, realizing the gravity of disturbing a man's sacred feeding time.

As Harry withdrew his hands, he looked down at Hadrian with a mockingly serious expression. "My apologies, little one. I shall disturb your sacred feeding time no more," he declared in a tone filled with theatrical regret.

You, catching the playful exchange, rolled your eyes with an amused smile. "Harry, really? Can't you let him eat in peace?" you scolded, though your tone held a hint of affection.

Harry, undeterred by your scolding, leaned over and cooed at Hadrian, "You see, my precious little dick blocker, you've got your father on a tight leash. No more fun for Mom and Dad, it seems."

You shot Harry a disapproving look, your eyebrows raised in a silent reprimand. "Harry, stop calling him that. It's not funny," you chided, though a small smile betrayed your amusement.

Harry, recognizing the limit of your patience, cleared his throat and shifted back to his stoic spy exterior. "Apologies, my love. I shall refrain from using that term henceforth," he declared with a mock salute.

Hadrian, oblivious to the banter, released your breast with a little giggle, seemingly amused by the exchange between his parents. His innocent laughter filled the room, and Harry couldn't help but break into a genuine smile at the sound.

You, despite your scolding, couldn't hide a small laugh at Hadrian's response. "You're quite the troublemaker, Hadrian," you remarked, gently patting the baby's back as he continued to giggle.

As you finished feeding Hadrian, you gently passed the baby to Harry, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Burp the little troublemaker, would you, love? I need a moment to compose myself," you requested, your exhaustion evident in your eyes.

Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, obediently accepted the task. He cradled Hadrian in his arms, supporting the baby's delicate head with practiced ease. Gently patting the tiny back, Harry whispered praises to his son, marveling at how the little one seemed to be getting chubbier with each passing day.

You took a moment to collect yourself, watching the tender scene between father and son. As Harry continued to burp Hadrian, you approached and checked the baby's diaper, relieved to find it clean. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your family, the exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the love that filled the room.

Harry, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression, looked at you with visible tiredness. He gently pushed you away, insisting, "Go to sleep, my love. I'll take care of putting the boy to sleep."

You tried to protest, but Harry, asserting his bossy exterior, was having none of it. He firmly instructed you to rest, his protective instincts taking charge. You finally complied, giving in to your husband's insistence.

As Harry left for the nursery with Hadrian in his arms, the room echoed with the soft lullabies he hummed to soothe the baby. The door closed behind him, leaving you alone with a mix of gratitude and fatigue. You settled into bed, allowing the sounds of Harry's comforting whispers to reach your ears.

In the nursery, Harry continued his fatherly duties. He gently laid Hadrian in the crib, tucking the little one in with a tender touch. As he stood there, gazing down at his peacefully sleeping son, a sense of fulfillment washed over him.

With a final kiss on Hadrian's forehead, Harry left the nursery, ensuring the room was dimly lit to maintain a serene atmosphere. He rejoined you in your bedroom, where you lay with eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Sleep, my love," Harry urged, his tone gentle yet firm. "I've got everything under control. You need your rest."

You, despite your initial protests, succumbed to Harry's bossy yet caring demeanor. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a well-deserved slumber, knowing that your husband was watching over your precious family.

In the quiet moments that followed, Harry took on the role of the vigilant guardian, keeping a watchful eye on both your sleeping form and your peacefully dreaming son. The room embraced the tranquility of the night, a haven for a family bound by love and the unspoken understanding that each member played a crucial role in your shared journey.

Days later, the serene atmosphere that once filled the room with familial warmth was replaced by the tension of a brewing storm. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a harsh light on the kitchen where a heated argument took place.

Your frustration was palpable as you voiced your concerns, the tone of your words cutting through the air. "Harry, it feels like you're never home. Another mission? Seriously? We barely get to spend time together as a family, and now you're off again."

Harry, his face carrying a mixture of guilt and determination, defended his position. "You know the nature of my work. I'm doing this for our safety, for the future of our family. I can't just turn away from my responsibilities."

As your voices clashed, the chaos of the morning unfolded around you. Hadrian, oblivious to the tension, sat in his high chair, hands smeared with baby food as he gleefully made a mess. Harry, in an attempt to diffuse the mounting tension, multitasked by feeding Hadrian while engaging in the argument.

Eggsy, the 6-year-old bundle of energy, sat at the table, alternating between munching on his breakfast and passionately drawing on a piece of paper. At intervals, he would stand up, waving his creation in an attempt to draw your attention, but neither you nor Harry spared a moment to acknowledge him amidst your clash of words.

The clattering of dishes echoed as you, with a determined expression, washed yesterday's dirty dishes piled up from the night before. The routine chores blended with the rising tension, creating a chaotic symphony that mirrored the disarray in your emotions.

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, desperate for attention, stood on his chair and jumped down, brandishing his drawing with excitement. "Mum, Dad, look what I made! It's for both of you!"

However, the plea for recognition fell on deaf ears as you and Harry remained locked in your verbal sparring. Their focus on the argument overshadowed the joyful innocence of your son's attempts to share his creation.

Hadrian, sensing the discord in the air, babbled incoherently, adding his own contribution to the chaotic soundtrack of the morning. The contrast between the obliviousness of the younger son and the frustration of the parents painted a vivid picture of the complex dynamics within your family.

As the argument escalated, Eggsy, feeling unheard, tried to intervene with a louder proclamation. "Mum! Dad! Look! It's important!"

You, momentarily breaking away from the heated exchange, turned to Eggsy with a forced smile. "Sweetheart, not now. Mum and Dad are talking."

Undeterred, Eggsy persisted, his enthusiasm undiminished. "But it's really cool! You'll like it, I promise!"

Harry, juggling the responsibility of feeding Hadrian and engaging in the argument, glanced briefly at Eggsy. "Not now, Eggsy. We're busy."

Eggsy's excitement turned into disappointment as he lowered his drawing, retreating to his seat. The once vibrant energy in the room was replaced by a somber air, each family member lost in their own thoughts and frustrations.

Amidst the escalating argument, Harry's patience wore thin when Hadrian, in an innocent act of rebellion, decided to use his breakfast as a makeshift art supply. A glob of baby food landed squarely on Harry's impeccably white shirt, prompting a light but audible swear from the frustrated father.

You, hearing the swear, instantly snapped at Harry, your voice reaching a new pitch. "Harry! Watch your language! Not in front of the kids!"

Harry, his own frustration mounting, retorted sharply, "Oh, for heaven's sake! It's just a word."

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, determined to reclaim your attention, seized the opportunity. He stood on the chair and jumped, creating a commotion to shake you from your argument.

Eggsy's attempt to draw your focus took an unexpected turn as he lost his balance on the chair. The room fell silent for a split second as the chair teetered, threatening to send Eggsy toppling backward.

In an instant, Harry's reflexes kicked in. He reached across the table, lightning-fast, and grabbed the collar of Eggsy's dinosaur pajamas. The sudden shift halted Eggsy's fall, leaving him hanging mid-air, his wide eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and relief.

Simultaneously, you, dropping the dishes you were washing, rushed to stabilize the chair. You straightened it with urgency, your eyes filled with concern for your son's safety.

Harry, holding Eggsy securely, shot you an irritable look. "Bloody hell! Can't you keep an eye on him?"

You, your worry turning into irritation, retorted, "Maybe if you were more present, I wouldn't have to watch them on my own!"

Before your argument could escalate further, Eggsy, sensing the tension between his parents, decided to intervene. "Mum, Dad, stop fighting! Please!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and sadness.

His tearful plea caught both Harry and you off guard. Harry reluctantly let go of Eggsy, allowing him to land safely back on the chair. As Eggsy started to cry, he begged his parents to stop arguing. "Just stop, please! I don't like it when you fight," he sobbed.

Harry sighed, his stern expression softening as he reached out to comfort his older son. You, realizing the impact of your argument on Eggsy, hurriedly joined in to console him. The room echoed with the sound of Eggsy's cries, a heartbreaking reminder of the toll your disagreements took on your children.

However, your attempts to calm Eggsy were in vain, as the distress had already spread to the youngest member of the family. Hadrian, sensing the emotional turmoil, began to cry in his high chair. The once chaotic room now filled with the sounds of both children's tears, amplifying the weight of the situation.

Harry, feeling a pang of guilt, gently handed Eggsy over to you. He then sighed and went to pick up Hadrian from his high chair, cradling the baby in his arms. The weight of responsibility and the realization of your impact on your children weighed heavily on both parents.

Harry expertly calmed the cries of Hadrian, gently rocking him in his arms, while you held Eggsy close, offering soothing words to ease his distress.

As the tension in the room began to subside, Eggsy, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at you and Harry with skepticism. "Promise you won't fight anymore, Mum and Dad," he demanded, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Harry, exchanging a knowing glance with you, nodded sincerely. "We promise, Eggsy. No more fighting. Mum and Dad are going to work together to make everything better."

However, Eggsy wasn't easily convinced. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, his demand clear. "Make up properly, then. Hug and say sorry. That's what you taught me, right?"

You and Harry exchanged a silent understanding. You knew Eggsy was right, and you needed to demonstrate the same conflict resolution you had taught your son.

Following Eggsy's guidance, you stood up and faced each other. With Hadrian still cradled in Harry's arms, you shared a heartfelt hug. You, his eyes filled with regret, whispered an apology to you, acknowledging that he shouldn't have yelled.

Harry, equally remorseful, admitted his fault as well. "I'll try my best not to take on such long missions, love. Family comes first."

Eggsy, satisfied with the display of affection, grinned mischievously. "Now say sorry with a kiss!" he declared, making a dramatic gagging sound.

Harry and you chuckled at Eggsy's playful antics but complied with his request. You shared a tender kiss, ignoring Eggsy's exaggerated protests. Meanwhile, Hadrian, still in Harry's arms, grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled, adding a touch of baby chaos to the moment.

As you and Harry separated from the kiss, Harry looked down at Hadrian and remarked with a playful smirk, "Looks like Hadrian has strong opinions about our make-up kisses."

You struggled with Hadrian's grip, attempting to free your hair from his strong little hands. Harry, being the attentive father he was, stepped in to help, gently prying Hadrian's fingers from the tangled locks. Hadrian, however, protested with a slight whimper, not entirely pleased with having to let go of his newfound toy.

Seeing the potential for a full-blown baby meltdown, Harry quickly improvised. He reached for Eggsy's drawing, strategically placed on the table, and presented it to Hadrian with a flourish. The colorful creation instantly captured the baby's attention, diverting him from his previous hair-pulling mission.

As Hadrian was captivated by the vibrant drawing, Eggsy, possessive of his artistic creation, voiced his concern, "Oi, Dad! Hadrian's gonna ruin it with his baby hands! Give it back before he messes it up!"

Harry, still holding the drawing out of Hadrian's reach, chuckled at Eggsy's protective nature. "Alright, alright, Eggsy. Here's your masterpiece back, safe and sound." He handed the drawing to Eggsy, who cradled it carefully, ensuring it remained unscathed.

However, as Harry gave the drawing to Eggsy, Hadrian, determined to explore the fascinating piece of paper, stretched out his chubby hands, attempting to snatch the artwork. Eggsy, noticing his little brother's advances, protested loudly, "No, Hadrian! Bad baby! This is mine!"

You intervened with a gentle laugh. "Come on, Gary. Let Hadrian have a look. He's just curious." You carefully reached over to take the drawing, intending to show it to the curious baby.

Yet, as you reached for the drawing, Hadrian's protests grew louder. Unwilling to part with your newfound treasure, Eggsy held onto the drawing with determination. "No, Mum! It's mine! Hadrian can't have it!"

Amused by the sibling drama unfolding, Harry decided to diffuse the situation. "Eggsy, let your little brother have a peek. We can't deny him the joy of appreciating your art."

Reluctantly, Eggsy relinquished the drawing, but not without giving Hadrian a stern warning, "Okay, but just a look, Hadrian. Don't mess it up!" Eggsy carefully handed the drawing to you, who allowed Hadrian to inspect it under your watchful eye.

Meanwhile, you, now holding Hadrian, noticed the baby's fascination with the drawing. You couldn't help but smile at the innocence of your children, each displaying their unique quirks and possessiveness.

As the drawing exploration continued, you glanced at Harry, who was still standing nearby. You noticed the baby food stains on his shirt, evidence of Hadrian's artistic adventure with his breakfast. "Harry, go change your shirt before you're late for work," you suggested, your tone a mix of amusement and practicality.

Harry nodded, acknowledging the need to present a more professional appearance for his work. "Right you are, love." He exchanged a brief yet affectionate kiss with you before heading upstairs to change.

In the bedroom, Harry quickly discarded his soiled shirt into the laundry basket and grabbed a fresh one. He efficiently changed, ensuring his gun holsters were securely in place. The routine of a spy, seamlessly blending with the duties of a husband and parent.

Once his shirt was changed, Harry picked up his jacket, left carelessly on the kitchen chair. He looked at you, who were still managing the chaos at the table. "I'll see you later, love. And you, little troublemakers, behave for Mum."

With one last loving glance, Harry headed towards the door, ready to face the challenges of both the espionage world and family life. As he stepped outside, the door closed behind him, leaving you to manage the lively breakfast scene.

Eggsy, concerned by the prospect of his parent being away for an extended period, turned to you with wide eyes. "Mum, is Daddy gonna be gone for a long time this time?"

You, maintaining the facade of normalcy, smiled reassuringly. "Oh no, sweetheart. Not too long. Daddy's got an important suit to make for a very important event. He'll be back before you know it."

Eggsy, accepting your explanation, nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Mum. If it's important, then I guess it's okay."

With a determined look, he straightened up in his chair, a newfound sense of responsibility settling on his young shoulders. "Well, if Dad's gonna be away, then I'm the man of the home now. I'll keep everything in order until they arrive."

You couldn't help but smile at Eggsy's earnest declaration. "That's very thoughtful of you, Eggsy. You're a great big brother and a wonderful helper."

As Eggsy beamed with pride at the praise, he continued to take his role seriously, making sure his little brother, Hadrian, was content and the breakfast chaos was under control. You, grateful for Eggsy's mature outlook, focused on feeding Hadrian, enjoying the support of your eldest in managing the bustling household.

The morning continued with a blend of familial warmth and the subtle undercurrent of secrets hidden from Eggsy. He remained blissfully unaware of his father's true identity as a spy, believing him to be a simple tailor. You and Harry had made the decision to keep this information from Eggsy until they were old enough to handle the truth.

As Eggsy assumed the responsibility of the man of the home, you admired their sense of determination and the genuine care they showed for the family. The charade continued seamlessly, allowing Eggsy to maintain his innocence and live a childhood untainted by the shadows of espionage.

Three days later, Harry found themselves getting into the Kingsman taxi, the familiar comfort of the tailored suit contrasting with the tense atmosphere that often accompanied their return from a mission. As the sleek vehicle navigated through the city streets, Harry activated their Kingsman glasses, the digital interface lighting up before their eyes.

With a few swift taps, they dialed your cell phone. The device rang a few times before your voice filled the earpiece, "Hello?"

"Hello, love," Harry greeted, relief evident in their voice.

"Harry! Is everything alright? Are you well?" Your concern echoed through the connection.

Harry reassured you, "I'm perfectly fine, my dear. Just a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious."

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. "Thank goodness. I always worry when you're away."

"I appreciate your concern, my love. I'm on my way home now," Harry assured you, his voice carrying a warmth that only heightened when he thought about reuniting with you.

Your tone shifted to one of excitement, "Oh, that's wonderful news! The children will be thrilled to have you back."

Harry couldn't help but smile, "How are they, by the way?"

"Eggsy is at school now, but Hadrian is playing on the living room floor. He's been talking a lot lately," you shared, a hint of pride in your voice.

"That's fantastic to hear. I've been missing their voices," Harry admitted, his eagerness evident.

As if on cue, you encouraged Hadrian to talk with Dad. The babbling and giggles of their youngest son filled the line, and Harry's heart swelled with joy. Hadrian's attempts at forming sentences were becoming more coherent, and the sound of his little voice was a soothing melody.

Your voice returned, "He's been practicing. I think he's excited to talk to you."

Harry felt a warmth in their chest as he responded, "I can't wait to hear him."

Hadrian's adorable voice came through the line, "Dad! Dada!"

Harry couldn't help but grin. "Hey there, Hadrian! How's my little man doing?"

Hadrian's babble continued, a mixture of excitement and incoherent words. The proud parent couldn't help but imagine his son's playful expressions as he spoke.

Your voice returned, "He's really getting the hang of it. He's been calling for you all morning."

"I'll be home soon, little one," Harry promised, the anticipation evident in his voice.

You asked, "Are you almost here?"

Harry glanced out the window and responded, "Just a few blocks away. I can't wait to see you all."

The conversation continued as Harry shared his plans, "I've also got something special for you, love. A box of German chocolates. Thought I'd bring a little piece of Germany back with me."

Your gratitude came through the phone, "Oh, Harry, that's sweet of you. Thank you. The kids and I will enjoy them."

As the taxi approached their home, Harry announced, "I'm about to pull in. Get ready for a surprise."

"Can't wait," you replied, excitement evident in your voice.

A few minutes later, the Kingsman taxi came to a stop, and Harry entered the house with a bouquet of flowers and the box of German chocolates in hand. The living room welcomed him with the sounds of laughter and playful chatter. Hadrian, upon spotting his father, let out a squeal of delight, reaching out to be picked up.

You welcomed him with a kiss, your eyes sparkling with joy as you accepted the flowers and chocolates. Harry couldn't resist pulling you close, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Ignoring Hadrian's persistent calls for his daddy, Harry deepened the kiss, momentarily losing himself in the reunion.

Breaking the kiss, Harry murmured against your lips, "I missed you, love."

You whispered back, "I missed you too, Harry."

Hadrian's excited shouts interrupted your tender moment, pulling your attention to the living room floor. There, you witnessed a heartwarming sight—Hadrian, standing on unsteady legs, attempting to take his first independent steps towards his father.

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you exclaimed, "Harry, look! Hadrian's walking!"

Harry, equally surprised and overjoyed, activated the camera on his glasses to capture the precious moment. Crouching down, he opened his arms wide, ready to welcome his little one.

Hadrian, determined and wobbly, took one step, then another, his tiny hands reaching out towards his father. You, unable to contain your emotions, cried happy tears, proud of your son's milestone.

Wiping away tears, you whispered to Harry, "Our little man is growing up so fast."

Harry grinned, a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes. "Indeed, love. It seems he saved this special moment just for my return."

As Hadrian reached Harry, the delighted father scooped him up into his arms, showering him with kisses. Hadrian giggled with infectious joy, clearly pleased with his newfound walking abilities and the attention from his father.

You, joining the embrace, hugged both Harry and Hadrian, creating a cocoon of familial love. The room echoed with laughter, the sweet melody of your family bonding overpowering any traces of the morning's chaos.

In the midst of the joyous reunion, Harry couldn't help but express his overwhelming emotions. "I can't believe I almost missed this," he murmured to you, his voice filled with gratitude and love.

You, understanding the nature of Harry's work, whispered back, "But you didn't, Harry. You're here now, and that's what matters."

You shared a tender moment, savoring the completeness of your family. Hadrian, still cradled in his father's arms, babbled happily, oblivious to the significance of his achievement.

As the family settled into the warmth of the reunion, Harry couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. The unpredictability of his dual life as a spy and a family man often presented challenges, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

You, still overwhelmed with joy, exclaimed, "Harry, we should've recorded this moment so Eggsy could see his little brother taking his first steps!"

Harry, with a knowing smile, revealed, "Don't worry, love. I recorded it with my glasses." He tapped on the side of his Kingsman glasses, to indicate that he recorded with them.

You, grateful for Harry's attention to detail, set the flowers and chocolate aside. You cupped his face, giving him a strong and affectionate kiss. In that intimate moment, you conveyed how much you cherished this detail-oriented man who made an effort to capture and share the special moments in your family's life.

Breaking the kiss, you glanced at the watch on Harry's wrist, realizing it was almost time to pick up Eggsy from school. You took the flowers and chocolate, saying, "I'll keep these safe. I have to pick up Eggsy from school."

However, Harry, wanting to be as close to your family as possible, offered, "I'll come with you, love. I want to share in the joy of bringing our eldest home."

You, appreciating Harry's eagerness to be part of the family moments, agreed with a smile. They left the flowers and chocolate on the table, hand in hand, ready to pick up Eggsy and continue your day as a complete and loving family.

And so, with Hadrian in Harry's arms and the promise of reuniting with Eggsy, you walked out together, your steps in sync, embracing the warmth of the family bond that transcended the complexities of Harry's spy life. The flowers and chocolate, symbols of love and thoughtfulness, waited patiently on the table for your return, a testament to the simple yet profound joys that enriched your lives.

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