Work Hard Play Hard >> Louis Tomlinson

The Epilogue

L A U R E N

"You're such an idiot!"

"Hey! You said a mean word!"

"That's not a mean word, Mummy calls Daddy that sometimes!"

"Mummy!"

"So help me god, if you kids don't stop arguing. I will turn this car around," Louis warned as his voice became firmer at our children, "which means no Disneyland!"

The silence in our car was amusing and I kept my mouth quiet and turned from the front seat to stare at our two children. Lucas, six years old - he may have been a bit of a surprise - and Madison, four years old, Lucas was the spitting image of his father while Madi and I shared the same eyes but nothing else.

I wasn't complaining, but having three Louis' in the house is stressful. The noise, the mess and the games are all familiar. Louis has matured but is still his childish self at times, we've had our ups and downs but pulled through.

The colourful gates excited our children and I could see the grin on Louis' face widen as well. Unbuckling car seats and making sure they knew to hold our hands was a mission but not impossible, we headed inside and the fun began.

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"Nuh-uh, the best thing was meeting the princesses." Madi argued.

"True, Dad said one of them was hot." I raise my gaze at my husband to see him shaking his head at Lucas with wide eyes. "Louis?" I question as I buckle up Madi.

He comes to my side of the car after closing the door with hands stuffed in his pockets as he scuffs the ground. "Well, I mean, it was Cinderella."

I roll my eyes and buckle up in the passenger seat, Louis still doesn't like it when I drive when he's in the car. He says it takes away his 'manliness'.

He hops in and gives me a cheeky grin to which I ignore and fold my arms. The car ride home is silent, a busy day left the two rascals tired, thankgod.

"Welcome back to Radio 1," a voice comes through the radio after another cheesy pop song finishes, "As we are all about playing the hottest hits of this week, we thought we might mix it up a bit and play a hit from a few years back and celebrate that it's been four years since, pop sensation, boyband One Direction called it quits. So here's to a successful seven years boys!"

Louis smirks and turns up the volume a bit and I scoff at his arrogance. When it hits the chorus he starts to belt it out, "I won't act my age! No, I won't act my age!"

"Louis, the kids are sleeping!"

"Oh, Lauren, your no fun anymore babe!" He pouts at me and I give him a playful glare. "Maybe I'm too busy thinking about how good looking that Peter Pan was?"

Louis faces the road again and raises his eyebrows whole clicking his tongue, "Alright, I see how it is." Shutting off the radio we go back to silence and I stare at him, a bit shocked.

"Lou?"

We reach our driveway and he pulls in, quickly getting out to unbuckle Madi and carry her in. I start to unbuckle Lucas but Louis stops me as I start to pick him up. Not uttering a word he carries him inside and I stand there with my lips pursed.

He can't seriously be angry at me, if he is, he has no idea how hypocritical he sounds. I follow suit and close the door behind me, entering the living room I see his mop of brown hair come in after probably getting the kids ready for bed.

Scooting him over I sit beside him and lean against him. "Louis..." I drag out his name. Skimming my lips against his skin I watch goosebumps arrive and I pepper kisses along them.