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Chapter 50

August 20th

Grayson 18 weeks

Atlas's POV

"Look how strong, you're getting" I coo at the smiley baby as he attempted to pull himself up. He lifts his head looking over at me. His smile disappearing as he stuck his tongue out at me. "How rude, here I am using my precious time for your tummy time and I get treated like this" I joke booping his nose.

He scrunches his face pulling away. His mouth opens into a silent laugh as he drops his arms and tries to roll on his back. Gray fails and lets out a small gurgle before reaching his arm up for me meaning he was done playing.

"Are you tired?" I talk in a baby voice bringing the child to my chest. He looks up at me placing his tiny hand on my chin. "You want to go nap?" I continue cooing at him and he lays his head on my chest bringing his hand back to his mouth.

I hold Grayson's tiny body up with one hand. Using my other to fold up his play blanket. "Not responsible my ass" I sing. Placing the blanket underneath the common room table.

With a grunt, I stand placing both hands on the sleepy baby. He lets out this adorable yawn before putting his hand back into his mouth.  I bring him with me down to our parents' room opening the door slowly and quietly.

As I suspected both of my parents were still passed out.  Papa had his head on Dad's chest, whose arms we're holding onto Papa tightly. A bunch of school work was sprawled out all over the bed a quill in Papa's hair and a worksheet covering Dad's face.

And he wonders why he is always behind in school.  Walking over to the side of the bed, I take the quill from his hair and lay it on the nightstand next to his glasses? He's able to put his glasses up but forgets about a quill.

"Hmm, hello baby" Papa gives me a groggy smile rubbing his eyes. He looks over at Dad and lets out a small laugh. Picking the paper up off of his face he places it to his side.

"Do you need something... I'm sorry for falling asleep" he apologizes yawning again. His eyes showing how tired he still was.  "I was just bringing little Gray back" I smile down at the baby whose eyes were lidded already half asleep.

"Oh! You didn't have to get him, I'm so sorry" he apologizes again reaching forward. Dad's arm kept him locked in place, an unhappy groan coming from him, obviously not wanting Papa to leave.

"It's fine Papa, you were busy. We did tummy time for the day.  Didn't we?" I kiss the baby on the head and he drops his hand from his mouth a tiny smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you, Atlas, it means so much to me, and I'm sure your Dad feels the same way" he sighs rubbing his shoulder.  "Anytime" I wink getting an eye roll in return.  I turn for Gray's crib to let him sleep again, immediately getting stopped.

"Here" Papa calls and I spin on my heel. Papa's arms out reaching for his tiny child. I lean over the bed giving him the dazed Grayson. At the warmth of Papa's touched, his eyes go wide as he lets out a small babble reaching for Papas's face.

"Goodnight my baby boy" Papa smiles letting the child grab at him. Gray yawns again getting placed on Papas's chest as he gives me another tired look.

"Thank you, Prince" he smiles at me before laying back on Dad's chest. Dad smiles wrapping the two tighter giving Papa a sleepy kiss on the head. I walk to the door as the three boys quickly fall asleep. "I love you guys" I whisper while closing the door.

"Atlas!" My little sister cheers running after me.   I put a finger to my lips shushing her and she quickly covers her mouth. "I'm sorry" Lyra whispers running over.  "What's up?" I ask leading her away from our parents' room.

"You should hang out with meeee" she stops in place giving me a closed-eyed smile. "And why's that" I raise an eyebrow giving her a suspicious look. "You never hang out with me" she pouts crossing her arms. "Well little child, I don't exactly know what you want me to do?" I smile.

Deep down I did feel bad though. It was hard, I had no idea what to do to make a 12-year-old happy, the same goes for Seren. It didn't bug her though because she didn't really mind being alone. Lyra and I are just so different in age and personality.

"Please Atlas, we can do whatever" she tugs on my arm. "Fine" I groan before sweeping the child off her feet. "Atlas!" Lyra shouts as I cradle the girl. "Shush my child, we are 'hanging out'" I laugh rocking her.

She gives up her thrashing and lets herself flop. "Where are we going now," I ask looking between the two halls. "My room!" She chants as I roll my eyes but make my way to her room anyways.

Letting her slide out of my grip and to the ground she opens her door and drags me in. "Listen, I know you aren't going to want to do this... but please just let me" she begs as I eye her.

Her eyes glance up to my unmanageable hair and back to me. "Lyra no," I say sternly, before slowly backing away. "Please" she pouts giving me doe eyes. I sigh and walk back over to her, the open door that would assure my freedom getting farther and farther away.

"Thank you! She claps her hands together like she thought I wasn't going to actually do it. She knew I would, she's a little devil, who gets what she wants. Pushing me over to her bed I continued to sulk as she retrieves the weapon I dreaded most. That stupid hairbrush.

"Atlas sit!" She points down giggling. I sit on the bed anyways sending her a glare. "I am not a dog" I remind her, but she doesn't listen and pats me on the head. "Good boy" she giggles just to mess with me.

I go to say something, but cut myself off as the hairbrush touches my scalp. "Ow!" I whine getting a tap on the head. "That was my finger" she giggles as I bite my lip. "Yeah, I knew that" I try to save my pride that was slowly crumbling to the hands of a 12 year and her hairbrush.

Without hesitation, the child actually brushed it through my hair. I wince from the pain as it gets caught in a knot. "Do you ever brush your hair?" She sighs grabbing at my roots 'to relieve some of the pressure'.

"Of course, I do" I snap gritting my teeth. "With what?" She asks finally getting the brush through a part of my hair. "myfingers" I mumble playing with my collar.

"You're what?" She asks moving onto the next part.  "My fingers... it works fine for me" I grumble pouting to myself. "Yeah, I think your messy hair is more than just Papa's fault" she jokes, picking on me. I always blame it on my hair texture, and I'm not wrong it's impossible to brush... I'm sensitive.

"Tch" I don't answer getting a giggle from Lyra. It was silent as my hands dug into the blanket trying to not claw through it. "What are you even doing!" I sigh already over this living hell. "It's taking forever" I cry.

"Stop being a baby, we've been doing this for 10 minutes at most" she sighs patting my head, I cringe my sensitive scalp burning. "Anyways I'm giving you a middle part" Lyra finally answers me after the long wait.

"What even is that- ow!" I shout as she practically tears all of my hair out.  "I don't know how to explain it" she sighs patting my head again.  "Can we just be done now" I whisper as I can feel her eye roll.

"If you don't be quiet, I'm giving you a man-bun" she sneers as I feel my face goes frozen in disgust. "No, I don't want to be like Uncle Sirius and Gramps... I'm too young" I cry causing Lyra to take her hand away to cover her mouth as she laughed. I smile because I was able to make her laugh, but frown as the hairbrush stays stuck in my hair.

"Dang, it really is knotted, I might need to get the scissors" she chuckles, I hope she's saying it jokingly. Just in case though "the fuck not"... I should have said that nicer. "Hey that's not nice, I'll go back to the man-bun idea" she threatens as I sulk back into her.

"You're so mean"

"Am not!"

"Such a bully"

"Atlas stopppp"

"No"

"I'm getting the hair ties"

"What's a hair tie?"