~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
please do not read if this could be damaging to your mental health. also please be kind, this is based off my own experience and so Sunday means a lot to me... be gentle <3
September 19th
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Everyone has a breaking point, which is why when I awake to the sound of Amos' high pitched screaming and don't roll over to find Sunday asleep next to me, I panic.
Patting my hand over the pillow wall and into the empty spot where she lay only hours ago when we fell asleep, I sit up to rub the sleep from my eyes and frown.
My eyes snap to the bathroom, checking from a stream of light under the door but sure enough, I am met with darkness. Then, I look over at Amos' crib in the corner, wondering if maybe she had gotten up to soothe him, but like every other place I thought to look for her, she was gone.
"Sunny?" I hiss out in the dark, throwing the duvet off me and swinging my legs around to land on the plush carpet beneath my feet. "Sunday?"
No answer.
"Okay, little darling... I'm coming. I'm coming." I coo, tapping my hand along the bedside cabinet to find my glasses before I even have a chance of seeing in the darkness. "Daddy's here."
I stand up, walking to the crib to find a distressed little Amos flinging his small limbs around and screaming his head off. His nose scrunches up with each wail and his cheeks have a red hue to them from the lack of oxygen.
"You're okay... you're okay." I murmur to him when lifting his small body from the crib and wrapping him up in my arms.
I offer him the dummy but he doesn't want it.
I try to sing him back to sleep but he also doesn't want that.
Sighing, my mind already overloaded with where the hell Sunny has got to, I shake my head and tip it back to the ceiling exasperatedly.
"I'm tired, Mosi. Come on, dude. Your daddy needs his beauty sleep, it's what makes him so appealing for the ladies. That's why you're here after all." He cries more at my joke. "Didn't find that funny, huh?"
I nod at his blatant disrespect.
"Bad mood. Duly noted, little darling."
Pacing back and forth up and down the carpet, I feel my willpower slowly start to fade.
"Okay." I give in. "Let's go and make you a bottle and try that stupid extractor fan trick that Sunny did the first time she met you, you seemed to love that." I comment, throwing on a hoodie in the preemptive knowledge that downstairs will be fucking freezing.
Trudging down the stairs, I try to keep him as quiet as possible. Mainly so I don't wake the girls up but also because my mother interfering and trying to tell me how to parent will quite literally cause me to commit a murder tonight.
