Dad Next Door: Volume 1 (Under Editing Soon)

Six

It was a stressful night last night, Robin kept waking up crying and he would cling to me with clammy hands and throwing up.

Thankfully, he hasn't thrown up since 3AM, it's now six. I get the girls up for school and take them to school.

I ring up work to inform them I won't be in, which they were pissed about but I did over time the other day so they can't be too angry at me, surely.

I get me and Robin home, him just wanting to be cuddling me but I have a few chores to do so I bring him along.

With him securely on my hip, I wash up the dishes from this morning's breakfast and get all the laundry into the washing machine.

"Do you want to try and eat something, munchkin?" I ask, looking down at Robin who's warm red cheek is resting on my shoulder.

He rubs his eye, shaking his head. "No fanks," he moans, burying his nose into the crook of my neck.

With a sigh, I take him over to the kitchen and fix him up a bottle of apple and blackcurrant squash, popping it inside his dinosaur bottle and flip the straw up.

"I want you to drink this, please, you need fluids in you, bubba."

He takes the bottle carefully, lifting his body slightly from mine and begins sucking on the straw, the straw making a tsch sound as he does so.

"Shall we go play with the bubbles in the garden?" I ask, bringing him over to grab the bubble machine from the top shelf in the front room. 

He smiles a little, his left dimple coming out before the smile falls. I take the green machine and grab the bubble solution, letting him hold the solution in the other hand.

I quickly grab Natalie's ballet slippers and the small box of needle and thread, taking them with us. I pick up a few cushions from the sofa and open the rickety kitchen door- that really needs a change as the wood has started to fall apart and the paint flaking away.

I settle Robin into the cushions and he sucks away at his bottle, the squash going down a treat and probably soothing for his throat that is bound to be slightly scratchy from his sickness.

I set up the bubble machine, pouring some of the solution in and bubbles, swirling in colours of magenta and green, float out from it, floating through the air before popping gently.

Robin watches them go and I smile down at his dazzling eyes, looking up in wonder at all the bubbles. He honestly melts my heart.

...

Louis P.O.V

This morning has quite honestly been absolute shit. Dad constantly wants me to learn how to guide the ship that is his company because he wants to retire in a few years. Sure, I want to be my own boss but this whole company is just boring and running me down. Okay, yeah, the money is good but surely I should be doing something I love, right? 

Like skateboarding or footie or graffiti with my friend Zayn. But no. He wants me to be like my sisters, have my own company and be successful with loads of money. It's always money with him. 

Not to mention that my mind keeps going back to that head of curls and green eyes. Honestly though, the man annoys me, thinks he's the boss of everyone. Yeah, maybe to his kids but no one owns me. 

I'm currently running away from my problems, which, I do almost everyday when it comes down to my father and his PR firm. Riding my  Harley-Davidson Low Rider, (in case you're interested in the make, not like I'm boasting or anything) listening to the engine and just allowing it to go wherever it wants, going left, right, through back roads and then back on the main roads, watching the heat waves of the sun on the concrete dance along the horizon.