Everythings Changed.

Daddy Power

It had to be nine o' clock the next morning when I got a wake up call from Zayn. I moaned and rolled over on my couch, yes I was still sleeping here so the girls could have my bed. The brightness of my phone only made me groan more. It was dark in my room thanks to black blinds and the lights being off.

"Hello?" My voice was raspy and tired. I had been up and down all night wondering if I was doing the right thing by taking the girls into the public eye. I thought about putting them up for adoption even. I am not ready to be a dad and I'm sure Eleanor doesn't want a baby right now.

"Hey Harry told me to call you. He needs you to get the bungalow ready because he has to get a few things and he doesn't trust us." Zayn laughed a little at the end. It was funny that the boys were not trusted.

"Yeah I got it."

"Thanks man bye," The line goes dead and I throw the blankets off of me. Making sure that all my joints pop into place I grab my sweat shirt and pull it over my bare chest. It's early in the morning and chilly in here. Not to mention the downpour outside. I am quiet to leave my bedroom and run down to the kitchen. Ah mum is here.

"Goodmorning Lou what are you doing up?" My mum takes a sip of her morning tea which looks very good to me right now.

"The boys need me to go get the bungalow ready so I have to leave within the next hour.

"Oh well you better get packing. The girls' duffles are in your closet." I watch as mum turns on her heeled heel and walks out of the kitchen and the front door. So she was being serious when she said she wasn't going to watch them any longer? I huffed and moaned and groaned. How was I going to explain to the boys that I have two kids?

"Daddy?!" A terrified scream made me jump into the daddy mode I didn't know I had. I ran up the stairs to my room faster than my heart beat. I swung my bedroom door open to see Lauren teary eyes and snuggling my pillow.

"Lauren baby what's wrong?" I asked sitting down next to her.

"I tought you weft," Her voice was so broken and sad I wanted to cry. I just grabbed her up in my arms and kissed her forehead.

"Daddy's not going anywhere," I rocked her back and fourth gently kissing her every so often.

It hit me like a hamer. Right then, when my daughter was screaming for me it was clear as day. I needed to stand up and be a man. I need to take care of my daughters. It's a scary thought in all honesty, a couple days ago I was not a father and today I have two kids. Lauren's blue eyes were steamed with tears and her little body was trembling in my arms. It was like nothing I have ever felt. I felt the same warmth from the day Lyla smiled at me or when Lauren called me daddy. But I felt horrible. I felt protective, like I wanted to hurt the idiot that made the angel cry, but that idiot was me.

"Sissy?" A sudden movement made Lauren bring her head off my chest and look around me. Lyla was sitting up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Herblue eyes were covered in sleep not tears.The warmth and protection I felt had doubled by now. I felt my eyes fill with my own tears as Lauren crawed from my lap and into her sisters arms. How did the two know so much about eachother at such a young age?

"Daddy don't cry," I couldn't see which girl said it but I knew it was Lauren.I don't know how I knew, but I did. It seemed to me that the 'daddy power' my dad told me about when I was younger was real.

Dad said that he could feel when one of us was hurt. That he could sense when we were doing something that would get us in trouble. He said that when the twins were babies or Fiz and Lottie he knew who was crying from a mile away. He said he could tell when something was bothering me before I walked down the stairs in the morning. When I was eight years old that scared me. That my dad could tell everything I was doing before it happened, but now that I am a father, I know that 'daddy power' is nothing but a good thing.