Like A Dream

Chapter 23

The Doms were in the kitchen making lunch, putting together some sandwiches for them to eat, while Harry was in the living room watching some TV. They were chatting amongst themselves, chopping up veggies and spreading mayo on the bread, when they heard a loud screech.

Liam dropped the knife he was holding, nearly stabbing his foot. "Shit," he muttered, before he followed the other frantic Doms into the living room.

"What's wrong, Haz?" Zayn asked, seeing Harry was perfectly fine. The sub was sitting on the couch with a big grin on his face, watching TV happily. "Why'd you scream?"

"Puppy!" Harry exclaimed, pointing to the TV, where a commercial for dog treats was playing. There was a small, fluffy, white dog on the screen that was munching on a treat, and it was obvious Harry adored him. "Puppy!" he repeated.

The Doms all breathed sighs of relief, glad their baby was okay. "Yeah, that's a puppy." Zayn nodded. "I know you're excited about the puppy, but you have to use your inside voice, okay? No screaming or yelling unless it's an emergency," he reprimanded lightly.

"Sorry, Baba," the little said with a pout. "Want puppy." He pointed to the screen again, sticking a finger in his mouth. He crawled forward towards the telly with a grin, reaching up and placing his hands on the dog. "Cute. Want."

The Doms exchanged looks with one another. Harry had been asking for a puppy for a long time, mostly when he was little, but they hadn't been so sure about it. Taking care of a puppy required a lot of responsibility, and they knew they'd have to help Harry with it.

"Want." Harry turned with a pout to the Doms and gave them his best pleading, pitiful eyes. "Pwease?"

The Doms all glanced at each other again, unsure of what to say. They didn't want to trigger a tantrum from the little.

Harry crawled over to Liam, who inwardly groaned at being the target, and clung to his leg. "Pwease, Daddy? Hawwy really really really wants a puppy!"

"I dunno, sweetheart," Liam began, dreading what would happen next. "We'll have to see. It's a lot of responsibility and—" He stopped when he saw Harry tearing up, bottom lip trembling. "Harry," he sighed.

Harry let out a little hiccup. "Y–You ... Daddies are m–meanies!" he sobbed.

"Harry," Louis interjected sternly before the others could speak. "What did Dada say before about mean names?"

Harry just wailed and grabbed a nearby block, making a move to throw it at them.

"Do not throw that," Louis said sharply. He took the block out of Harry's hand firmly. "Come on, babes. Give Dada a hug."

"Noooo," Harry cried and began to crawl away.

However, Niall quickly scooped up the curly-haired sub and lifted him up effortlessly. To all the Doms' surprise, Harry let out another wail and threw his arms around Niall's neck. "Papa," he sobbed.

"Babes," Niall said helplessly. "Please stop crying. Shhh." He patted the crying boy's diapered bum a bit, hoping to calm him down. "It's okay."

"Noooo," Harry just whimpered.

"Hey, sweets," Zayn cooed, appearing next to Niall. "Do you want a paci?" At Harry's sniffly nod, Zayn smiled and placed the pacifier in Harry's mouth.

The sub suckled on the paci, still sniffling, a few tears still visible in his eyes.

The Doms all exchanged glances before heading to the kitchen, where lunch had almost been finished.

"I'm sure some nuggets and fruit will cheer my grumpy little boy up, hmm?" Liam said cheerily, strapping the wiggling Harry into his highchair.