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"Lena, please put Dusty down! Jax, don't do-Jax!" Harry rushed forward and swung his two year old up into his arms and away from the coffee table, glaring at the offending object and cradling his boy close.
He turned around to find Louis crouched down next to Lena, holding the seven year old's hand and using a damp paper towel go clean the long scratches lining up her arm. Harry gasped and rushed forward, kicking at the cat who ran past his feet, before leaning down and kissing his daughter's pale forehead, swiping a thumb under her blue eyes to catch her tears. "Alright, baby?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed and touch gentle as he stroked Lena's cheek, inspecting her arm and grumbling before handing Jax to Louis and swooping her up onto his hip. "Don't cry, beautiful. You're okay baby." He whispered as he hugged her to his chest and rocked her from side to side, humming quietly.
Louis straightened out of his crouch and pecked Harry's cheek, blue eyes fond and lips tilted in a warm smile, gaze flickering over his face before he walked into the kitchen. "What's for dinner, Haz?"
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It's short but I couldn't help it.
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Whispers To The Night
फैनफिक्शनau with harry and Lou where Lou doesn't know what happiness is and Harry is the overhappy baker who feeds him sugar cookies and gives him tea.
