Like A Dream

Chapter 12

The next day started off with a bang, the Daddies being woken up with the sound of crying from Harry's room. Niall groaned and rolled over, mumbling, "I'll go," and stumbling off.

"Hey, babes," Niall cooed when he found the boy sobbing his heart out. "What's wrong?"

"S–Scarryyyyyy," Harry wailed, pounding his fists against the mattress.

"What's scary, little one?" Niall murmured, running his hands through Harry's curls. "Tell Papa."

"G–Gonna fall off!" Harry whimpered.

"Fall off?" Niall echoed, slightly puzzled on what the boy meant.

"Bed is t–too tall," Harry sniffled, stiffly moving his arms up.

Niall wanted to coo and then laugh at Harry's adorableness. "I know," Niall soothed instead, picking the boy up. "A nice little crib will be here for you soon, babes." Niall could tell the boy was wet, so he moved him to the changing table.

"W–Want crib now," Harry whined, covering his face with Mr. Bee out of slight embarrassment during his change.

The Dom smiled softly and laid a fresh diaper under Harry's bum, holding the boy's legs up as he did so. "It won't be too much longer," he soothed, taping the diaper up and scooping the boy up into his arms.

"'Kay, Papa." Harry stuck his thumb into his mouth, prompting Niall to grab his paci from the dresser and pop it inside in place of it. "We go see daddies now?" he asked behind the dummy.

"Of course, baby," Niall said, opening the Doms' bedroom door slowly, in case the others were still sleeping. Inside, the other three men were already up and at 'em, brushing their teeth and getting dressed.

Harry wiggled violently in Niall's arms, all traces of his tears now gone. "Daddy!" he screeched, reaching out for Liam.

Liam turned from where he was pulling on his jeans and smiled, taking the squirming boy from Niall's arms even though he wasn't quite dressed yet. "Hi, Angel," Liam cooed, pecking Harry's cheek softly. "How'd my little one sleep?" He ran his hand through the boy's chocolate curls soothingly.

The little frowned from behind his paci. "Bad, Daddy," he said sadly, resting his head on Liam's bare shoulder as the man carried him downstairs.

Liam made a sad noise. "And why is that, baby?"

"B–Because!" Harry exclaimed loudly, taking his paci out of his mouth and dropping it in Liam's awaiting hand. "Want crib! Big boy bed too high! It scawy!"

"Aww, little one," a voice cooed behind the pair, making Harry jump and turn around in Liam's arms, only to be greeted with Zayn's sweet smile.

Harry's mouth fell open excitedly. "Baba!" he yelled, Liam transferring him into the other man's warm, comforting arms. "Hi!"

Zayn chuckled and murmured something to Liam before he grabbed a jacket and slipped Harry's arms through it. "Hi, sweets," he said fondly. "Guess what Baba is taking you to do?"

"Don' know!" Harry said with a gasp.

"We're going to go on a walk! Does that sound fun?" he said enthusiastically, zipping up Harry's coat and putting on his own before they left the house.

"Yes!" Harry gasped excitedly.

"I'll have breakfast ready when you come back," Louis called.

"Waffles," Harry said to Zayn as they walked. Harry giggled at the nice, easy breeze.

"What, sweetheart?" Zayn asked, unable to catch what Harry had said.

"Waffles," Harry repeated. "Dads make waffles?"