Dad Next Door: Volume 1 (Under Editing Soon)

Twenty Nine

Louis P.O.V

Was probably a bad idea to tell Harry to start potty training Robin right before the trip to Italy. We have two more nights and well, there's no turning back now. 

I'm chasing Robin around the garden. Unintentionally. I'm trying to catch the little monster but he rather thinks this is a game or is very stubborn on the matter of using the toilet. 

His bare bum stares at me. His trousers and new dinosaur pants long gone somewhere in the garden. He screams and it echoes, causing a pigeon to fly from the branch of the tree at the end of the garden.

"Robin, get back here! You need to use your potty! You can't run naked either, it's illegal!" I shout, almost grabbing him but tripping over a doll left in the grass. 

I look up to see Harry grabbing Robin, pulling him up into his arms. Robin kicks and flails in his muscular arms.

"You listen to Louis!" He scolds, bringing Robin inside and I slide the door shut behind me. 

"Daddy, there's no food!" Natalie whines, pointing to the open fridge.

And, yeah, she's right. There's some cheese and some jars but nothing that can be eaten as a snack. Even all the fruit has gone from the fruit bowl, besides a lemon. 

"We'll go shopping later, pumpkin," He assures.

"But I'm hungry, now!" 

I take Robin out from Harry's arms. "You go to the shops, I'll get Robin on that potty if it's the last thing I do."

Harry nods, going over to grab the keys and his wallet.

"Wait!" I shout. He stops. I nod over to my wallet. "Take my card."

"Louis I-"

"Take it or I'll let Robin piss on your pillow," I warn. 

His eyes narrow and he grabs the card, shoving it forcefully into his own wallet. "I won't be long," He seethes, still giving me the stink eye as he stalks out the front room and to the garage door. 

"Right, little sparrow, let's get you on that potty, hmm? Go wee wees?" I say, taking him up the stairs. 

"Piss!" He yells.

My eyes widen. "Shh! No, no, bad word, we don't use that word." I shake my head frantically. 

Of all bloody words that a kid could copy, they always go with the bad ones. I remember one time, Daisy overheard mum say the word 'shit' when she was three and for two full weeks, all she answered with was shit. It was humiliating on mum's end but because I was still a kid, I found it bloody hilarious. 

I take him into his en suite, popping his bum onto the blue potty. He goes to run but I grab him, putting him back on. 

"How about we play a game?" I say.

He stops moving, tilting his head to the side. "Okay." 

"Hmm..." I look around the bathroom. I reach up and grab his toothbrush. "What colour is this?" I ask. 

"Orange," He replies, pointing to it. 

I smile. "Good job!" I pretend to brush my teeth with his toothbrush and he giggles.

"No! Mine!" He says, going to grab it but I put it back on the sink side. 

I pick up a toilet paper tube, putting it against my eye. "I'm a pirate, arr!"

He squeals, clapping. "Me go!" He grabs the tube and puts it to his eye. "Arr!" 

I find some of his bath toys and lay them out in front of me. I sit cross legged on the floor. I hold up the boat. "What's this?" I ask.