Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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"Louis there are a million-" admittedly, slight exaggeration "-blankets in this house," Harry starts in, "Go find another one," The daddy had just about all he could of his two eldest fighting over the dumbest little things.

It was always the red power ranger, even though there were at least sixteen - Harry purchased all fifteen of them after the first fiasco of the argument over the one.

When it wasn't over him, it was over the purple ninja turtle, it was over who got the blue cup, who got to sit next to Daddy during movie night (truthfully Harry was fine with this one), who got to cuddle Papa the most (Liam 99.99% of the time won this one, Louis just liked to piss him off), who got to help Baba put Max to sleep (Liam had no interest in this task whatsoever until Louis, of course, begged to start doing it).

See? The brothers were at odds more times than they weren't and their poor daddy was at his breaking point when this morning it was over a blanket. A blanket.

While parenting books would suggest the right plan of action is removing the blanket from the equation entirely, it was currently being cuddled by Liam, his sweet, innocent, sick with a cold, little Liam. And if there was ever a time to baby his middle baby, it was now.

Louis would refute that statement with an eye roll, "I-I want this one!" he challenges, he had the blanket first, he was enjoying his morning cartoons with his dumb brother came in the room and just had to cuddle with him. Sure Louis might've been the one to suggest said snuggle but that was beside the point.

And okay, also sure Liam might've been the one carrying the blanket behind him when he came in the room this morning, so maybe he did have it first - but now Louis wanted it.

It was soft, his favorite color blue, and smelt like his daddy. Louis pouted when he realized the blanket wasn't going to be given to him, he left Liam with a huff going to retrieve one of the million other blankets as his Daddy put it so plainly in the house.

After lunch Liam was knocked out in the recliner with his Papa, both snoozing the day away while Niall took Max and Louis to the park to get them some fresh air. Harry stayed behind to clean up and disinfect to help lessen the spread of Liam's cold, while he knew Max would survive it, Louis was quite the terror when he didn't feel well and Harry knew as a daddy he wouldn't survive his eldest son getting sick right now. Not with everything else happening.

It was a rather calm day with everyone in the house asleep but Harry, as he rounded the living room gathered up the pillows, and returning them to the couch he saw the blue blanket his two were fighting over this morning.

Sniffing it he reared his head back with a groan, it reeked of the staleness of their home, when they'd return after touring for a month Harry would have all the candles he could find lit to replace the warmth in the cold stale air.

Why would either of these two want this? Harry curiously thinks as he turns balling it up to go throw it in the washer without a second thought.

Upon returning home from the park Louis is thrilled to see his little brother pushing his trucks around, "Feel good?" He asks placing his hand on Liam's forehead the same way he'd seen his daddies do, the younger one giggles with a nod, he did feel quite good after a much-needed snuggle and nap with his papa.

Niall smiles in passing at his oldest two, he carries Max to the kitchen seeing Harry preparing dinner, sitting Max in the high chair with a snack he turns his attention to his husband, "I-I have news,"

"Good news?" Harry retorts with a lifted brow, there's a hopefulness in his voice Niall feels guilt for having the obligation of crushing, "Not not good news,"

"Double negative," Harry mutters stirring the pot, "So good news?"

"No," Niall decides, he knew it wasn't from the start, Zayn pokes his head around the corner having been sated from a cigarette on the porch, "I hear there is news?" he inquires, Niall sighs having hoped he could get away with telling Harry and leaving him to fill Zayn in, "Unfortunately," 

"What is it Ni?" Harry croaks, he's terrified there's an update to Zayn's case, he'd promised both his husbands he wouldn't watch the news and kept his phone turned off most of the day simply so he wouldn't catch stray of every update and constantly busy himself with upsetting things.

Harry spiraled quickly.

"Gigi had her baby," Niall blurts, Zayn raises an eyebrow, "Why do we care?"

"Y-you're the father, is what they're printing-"

"Still?!" Zayn remarks, his raised voice brings both Louis and Liam to the kitchen peering up at their papa with wide eyes, "It's okay, we'll deal with it," Harry mutters returning his attention to the stove, both husbands can tell he's processing but is choosing to stow it until their children are asleep.

When the dryer buzzes, Niall takes this as his excuse to get the kids out of the room, "Boys come help Baba unload the dryer,"

With a groan in unison, Liam trails his older brother, their footfalls stopping when they reach the laundry room where Niall opens the dryer door pulling the blue blanket from the heap of clothes.

Louis is quick to snatch it with a grin, Liam pouts tugging at it, "I-I's 'ant it," Louis shrugs, "Too bad," he teases burying his face in its warmth, he pulls it away dejectedly with a sigh, "N-no smell," he whines, Liam gasps burying his face in the fabric with a shared complaint that it no longer smelled like dada.

Harry having heard his name pokes his head around the corner, "What about dada?"

Liam lifts the blanket with a glare, Harry returns the glare, "You think I smell like that?!"

>All my love, Emma