After Taste⚣Book 2✔️

Thirty-Four (3y|3m)

Fletcher-3 years 4 months
Oliver-3 months

I know,I'm sorry these updates are crap,and I'm getting less votes and commend so I'm thinking of not making a third book...Idk...

Sorry

I'll make sure the next couple of chapters are the best with a lot of Lilo

This is short,I'm sorry,I really suck,I just haven't been all that myself lately

*Nonedited

Enjoy :) (December 2017)

"Wook Olli!This is Wilson!"Fletcher cooed showing his baby brother his favourite stuffed animal,smiling as he shoved it forward a little so that Wilsons fur could tickle the baby's face making Oliver gurgle from where he was in Liams arms,currently being rocked after just being given his bottle and being burped.Oliver was now three months old and was very advanced for his age,already being a able to squeal,gurgle and coo and can bat at toys which he does all of the time when he's laid down onto the floor on his play mat while Fletcher is playing with his toy trucks and cars.It was annoying for Fletcher,he would line them up perfectly by size or by colour (he was learning the colours of the rainbow and what order they went in) and then out of no where a chubby little hand would fly out of no where and bat them,making them roll away or tumble over.It was a bit irritating for the 3 year old toddler.

With a gurgle Oliver reached his small hands up and grabbed lightly at the White tigers fur,the soft fur continuing to tickle his small delicate face.Liam smiled down at his two sons,he loved times like these where it was just the three of them all cuddled up on the sofa,Oliver in his arms and Fletcher cuddled up to his side as a movie or kids cartoon played on the Television.He had sent Louis up the stairs at 10 to go and sleep because he had bags under his bags under his eyes,and he looked exhausted,doing what?Looking after a three year old toddler and a 3 month old baby wasn't exactly a piece of cake,and Louis being the stubborn little shit he was wouldn't admit to defeat and wouldn't take help from no one,The reason why he was in bed right now dressed up in warm clothes and under the blankets sleeping,leaving Liam in charge of this two little boys.

"Daddy!Olli Icky ova' Wilson!"Fletcher started to complain, immediately taking Wilson away from Olivers face,making a face at the foul smell of stale milk attacking his nose form both Wilson and Oliver.Liam snapped out of his faze and looked down at Oliver who has spit up a little,it trailing down his lips and chin and onto the white bib he was still wearing (Which Liam was glad of).He was quick to wiping Olivers face with the bib,making sure that he got all of the milk off of his face before gently taking the Bub off from his neck and leaning over to place it on the coffee table,Oliver doing nothing but coo while Fletcher continued to whine and complain.

"Fletch,give me a second and I'll clean Wilson up,promise,"He told Fletcher gently with a small smile as he got up from the sofa and strapped Oliver into the baby swing,gently nudging the nipple of the dummy into the babies mouth and stroking his fingers down Olivers face softly.He turned his attention to a pouting Fletcher who was trying his hardest not to pull a face at the smell that was coming off of Wilson who he was holding out at arms length."Okay let me see how icky Wilson is,"Liam cooed softly as he bent down in front of the toddler on the sofa who had a displeasing look on his face knowing exactly what was going to happen."Well I think this is a valid excuse from Wilson to have a special Bath,don't you?"His daddy raised an eyebrow at Fletcher as he looked at the dirty stuffed toy and then to his eldest son.

"No!No Daddy!Wilson no want Special Bath!"The boy eyed boy started to protest,his bottom lip wobbling as he looked at his daddy,tears already threatening to spill from his blue eyes.He also had this way of making his Daddy do what he wanted,a look that told his daddy that he didn't like that or that he didn't agree,but Liam wasn't falling for his looks today,Wilson needed to go into the washing machine (or the Special Bath as they referred it to Fletcher) and he was going into the washing machine today.

"I'm sorry bub,but he's really icky and dirty,and if he's dirty that means he can't sleep with You,and if you can't sleep without Wilson what happens?"He cooed already taking Wilson from Fletchers small grasp which sent a tear to escape his eyes.He wanted Wilson,he liked to do everything with Wilson and for his daddy to go and take him away from him was a really mean thing to do and he wasted to act out upon it,but that works lead to a time out and don't like time outs.

"I grumpy and grumpy Fletcher means Time out,"he frowned looking down at his lap before being picked up and placed him on His hip.Liam placed a kiss to Fletchers chocolate brown hair and hummed a tune slightly as he walked into the kitchen with Fletcher on his hip and Wilson in his hand,Oliver most likely already fallen asleep in his baby swing from just being fed.Bending down he sat Fletcher down onto the kitchen Tiles on his feet,small trainers hitting tiles as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

"Now say bye-bye to Wilson,"Liam encouraged as he held out Wilson for Fletcher to see,his white fur now a dark grey colour and he smelt awfully bad.Louis had been trying to put Wilson in the wash for weeks now,but every time he went to do so a temper tantrum would happen or Fletcher would need Wilson for something (such as flu jabs,Dentist appointments and going to nursery)."Bye-Bye Wilson,"The boy whispered,moving his hand to open and close it as a form of saying good bye before the plush toy was placed in the washing machine and Liam did his business by adding washing up powder,turning dials and pressing buttons until the swishing and swaying sound started and you could see the machine fill up with water."Now,How about chocolate chip cookies and milk,yeah?"Liam grinned earning an eager head nod from Fletcher who was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Please!"He giggled running to the side of the kitchen he knew the cookies were kept as his Daddy went to the fridge first,pulling out the carton and then two glasses (one glass the other a light green plastic cup) and poring a good amount of milk into them both before putting the carton away."Daddy!"The impatient toddler started to whine stomping his foot a little as he pointed up at the cupboard that was named 'Sweeties' by Fletcher.Liam chuckled nevertheless and picked up the toddler from under his arm pits and say him on the black marble counter,the two cups of milk sitting beside him as Liam reached up and grabbed the packet of Maryland cookies and Chip Ahoy! Cookies.

"Which one?"He asked looking at Fletcher who was eyeing both of the packets,a hand up to stroke at his imaginary beard,mimicking Liams actions as he too did the same,but of course h actually had a beard.

"One ov' each!"He giggled pointing at both of them and Liam nodded,doing the same for himself before putting the cookies away.He didn't care if he was a 22 year old man watching SpongeBob and eating Cookies and milk,he was doing the things he loved for his son and he wouldn't have it any other way.

HI

THIS WAS SHORT AND CRAP IM SO SORRY BABES

I've had a shit tone of homework so I've been trying to do at least one update a day and so far I've been doing okay

My exams are starting AGAIN

My butt hurts from the way I've been sitting

So anygay

How was this?

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Peace ✌🏼️

~Marie

[QOTC:Who wants smut before the book ends?]