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Tears and snot on his immaculate coat. Not that he minded, but it was one of those days when he decided to look like a proper professional, and there he was clad in baby mess. Mordred took a moment to sit Catherine on the counter, managed to get his wand out and cleaned himself properly. Thank Merlin for magic! Those no-maj don’t know what they are missing really.
As Mordred tucked away his wand in his sleeve, he smiled at his daughter who was obviously fixated with the magic she just saw. “In time, sweetheart.” He said giving her kisses on the head. Now that Catherine was calm and back to her old self, Mordred took the time to check if she was really okay. 10 fingers, 2 eyebrows...one perfect nose, one rosy lips, two ears, two wonderful eyes she got from Sophie, arms and feet in place...the perfect baby girl. “I guess you’re alright. Always hold tight onto mummy next time, okay?” Because Merlin knows when Sophie's next outburst will be.
“Hmm?” Oh. Yes. He’s still part of this little, and very unexpected reunion. Mordred turned around to see both women chatting away, and the father of two collected his daughter from the counter and sat back on the armchair nearby. Catherine got up on her own and stood on Mordred’s lap, wondering what she had missed. The dragonologist held on to his daughter and just...well, sat there quietly eagerly listening to the two crazies.
Yes, alright, carry on...we're listening.
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