Louis Partridge - one shots and imagines

boxing?

walking into your home, the sound of giggles and playful screams filled your ears. you caught sight of your little son play fighting louis in your living room. you pouted at the adorable scene in front of you and you didn't dare interrupt their fun.

after a while you cleared your throat, giggling when their heads perked up to look at you.

"are you losing a fight to a four year old? i can't imagine how bruised your ego is right now." you spoke up.

your little one shot up and ran over to you hugging your legs as tight as he could. "mummy, i beat daddy! did you see me?" he beamed up at you.

"i saw buddy, you're so strong!" you ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to his head. "can you clean up your toys so we can get ready for dinner?" he nodded and trotted over to the heap of toys on the floor.

"hey love," louis walked over to you, greeting you with a kiss. "when did you get here?"

"a little while ago. i was just watching you two, i love seeing you guys play together."

"oh darling, i don't think he was playing. that kids got a mean right hook. we should probably get him into boxing." he rubbed his right shoulder soothingly, drawing a laugh from you.

"i'll look into it." 

"maybe we'll raise a fighting champion?" he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows

AYO ITS YO GIRL

HAVE FUN WITH THAT

TOODLES