It was one of those moments people write about when they romanticised birth and parenthood. The moment of revelation, the moment he fell in love with her and forgot the pain of the birth. He snorted softly at the thought and held her close breathing in her scent.  It reminded him somehow of his mother. There was just a hint of cedarwood and lavender like his own but mixed with that newborn baby scent. Harry had tried to take her, probably so he could rest after the exertion of giving birth but he had resisted and Harry stepped back. 