Like A Dream

Chapter 11

The Dom scrubbed a hand over his face. "Now I know where this attitude of yours came from," he muttered to himself, then smiled politely at Ms. Edwards. "Can you call in a substitute for my class so I can take him home?"

"Of course," Ms. Edwards said, giving Harry a soothing pat on his shoulder. "Be a good boy," she told the boy, walking off to find a substitute with a wave to the couple.

"Daddy," Harry repeated nervously. "We go home?"

Liam smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, baby. We're going to go home now." He poked Harry's cheek, making the boy giggle. "Let me inform my class." The Dom stuck his head in the room and told his students a substitute was coming to take over and instructed them to behave.

After Liam closed his classroom door and turned to face Harry again, the sub held his arms up in question but didn't say anything. "Do you want Daddy to carry you?" he asked tentatively, kneeling down to Harry's height.

The sub nodded happily, squealing excitedly when his Daddy scooped him up from under his armpits and carried him out to their car. "You have to be very still and behave properly in the car, okay, Angel?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Harry agreed easily, squirming in the back seat (which Liam had deemed appropriate since he was in a much younger-aged headspace at the moment). "We go see Dada and Papa and Baba now?" He kicked his legs excitedly against Liam's seat.

"Yes, Angel," the Dom agreed, a soft smile on his face in fondness. "But please don't kick Daddy's seat, alright?"

Harry nodded vigorously. "Sowwy, Daddy!" He stuck his thumb in his mouth again, humming happily and looking out the window curiously.

The lads sure are gonna be in for a surprise when we get home, Liam thought with a sigh, wondering how the others would react. Truthfully, all the Doms had been expecting Harry to slip anytime soon, because he'd been acting out much more than usual and his sassiness had increased. It wasn't exactly unusual, per say, for Harry to be disobedient, but it was unusual for him to cause mischief more than once a day.

Liam peeked back at Harry through the rear view mirror, holding back a coo when he saw the young boy humming and murmuring a happy song. "What're you singing, baby?" he asked sweetly, turning into their driveway.

"Dunno," he answered around his thumb, shrugging. "Song!"

The Dom laughed, unbuckling Harry from the back seat. "Daddy knows you're singing a song, you silly boy!" he exclaimed, picking the boy up and carrying him inside the house on his hip.

Harry giggled, squirming in Liam's arms once they got inside.

"Hold on," Liam warned, keeping a firm hold on the wriggling boy. "Daddy has to carry you." He wasn't sure if Harry would be able to walk, let alone stand up, with how young and infantile his headspace seemed to be.

The baby pouted a bit but otherwise didn't say anything, too distracted with looking around their house and examining every little thing he saw. "What that?" he asked, pointing to the clock on the wall.

Liam chuckled at his baby's curiosity. "That's a clock, Angel. It tells time." He carried the hyper boy over to the living room, where Louis was sitting watching the footie game. He'd gotten home early, so he'd been relaxing while the others were gone.

"Dada!" Harry screeched, wiggling around violently in Liam's arms. "Dada!"

Louis jumped and turned around, eyebrow raised in confusion and surprise. "School isn't over yet, is it?" he questioned Liam, who was struggling to hold on to the squirming and whining Harry.

"No," Liam answered, finally giving up and letting Harry down. "But we're home for a valid reason."

"Hi, Dada!" Harry squealed, jumping onto Louis' lap. "Hawwy missed you!"