Disability one shots, leaving taboos behind and giving awareness about day to day struggles.
Please note that whaterer is described here does not intend to represent every person with a disability. It just aplies to a particular person in a certain...
"Not so fast, Milo!" Louis panted as he ran after his 5 year old son, who seemed to have no care in the world as he pedalled away from him in the empty road.
"Run, daddy!" Milo shouted back.
The little boy continued a bit more before wobbly stopping when he reached his papa, who had just rolled down the ramp and turned his wheelchair to see his youngest son.
"Papa! You see me?! I did it alone! With no little wheels!" The boy cheered, stumbling when he rushed to get off the bicycle and climbing up Harry's footrest to hug him.
"Mhm. I did. I'm proud of you, Mi" Harry hummed softly, turning his head to rub his nose on the top of his son's head, forgetting about the pain he had been in for months.
"I swear you little rascals are going to kill me one day..." Louis panted as he reached them, his hands on his knees to support himself up.
"Papa's faster than you, daddy! You have to train more and you can run as fast as me and papa!" Milo grinned, climbing down from Harry's chair and up on Louis' arms.
"Well. Papa's a cheater, he's got a damn good power wheelchair. You little sh-" Louis huffed as he picked him up.
"Louis" Harry cut him warningly"
"Sheep" Louis finished, bending over to kiss his husband.
"I'm not a sheep!" Milo whined as they all got inside.
...
"Papa?"
Harry had been laying awake in bed when Clara tiptoed inside their bedroom and wishpered to get his attention.
"You're up early" Harry smiled as he spoke quietly, not wanting to wake Louis.
He ineffectively tried to take his mask off, sighing and bitting his lip in frustration when his daughter took it off gently.
"What's wrong, love? Why are you crying?" He asked in concern as he saw the tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Um... I... Um... I'm bleeding... Down there" She spoke shyly as she bit her lip.
"Oh, darling... We talked about this remember? It's completely normal... It just means my little flower is growing up too fast... There are pads down the sink for you, with a note on how to use them even if I'm sure you won't need it" Harry sighed, fighting his tears and smiling fondly.
"Um... Yeah... I know... But it h-hurts, papa. My belly hurts" She stuttered pitifully.
"Oh... Come here, love. Come have a cuddle" Harry soothed, smiling as Clara snuggled as close as she could, placing his arm around her.
"Give your dad a kick for me, please?" Harry spoke after a minute, feeling her still tense body.
The girl turned to look at him with a frown and did as told when she received a smile.
"Oi! What was that for?" Louis complained sleepily. "Hey. We have an intruder in bed, Haz" He smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Go get the warmer and the package. The intruder is getting older" Harry spoke tiredly.
"Wha- oh... oh!" Louis jumped out of bed and ran out the room in realisation, nearly knocking his bedside lamp at the attempt.
"Here. This should help, love. Just put it against your tummy. You can open the present later" Louis smiled as he handed his daughter a cute warm uterus looking pillow and kissed her forehead.
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