Author's Note: These fics will never be longer than 100 words. I'm writing in the hp100 livejournal community, and I figured I'd post them on fanfiction, too.
Another Note: This note is specific to this drabble. When I wrote this, I intended for it to be about Harry and his daughter Lily, but I've left it open to interpretation. Insert whoever you want in there. Ron/Rosie, for example. Or anyone, really.

It was always in the middle of an important conversation that she needed him. He felt her hand on his slacks, pulling at them, begging for attention. He broke off his conversation with a sigh and took in her big brown eyes. She held out her foot.

"Shoe."

His heart swelled and he could not resist a smile as he crouched down to her level, ruffling her ginger hair. It was quick work to tie the laces, and as he watched her run down the hall, he knew, somehow, that this was what he had waited for his entire life.