Baby! Niall, Toddler! Harry and Louis, Daddies! Liam and Zayn

Fun time with the babies

Liam's pov

After we calmed Louis down he wanted to play. I picked him up and carried him to the playroom, sitting him down on the floor. I was about to turn and leave when Louis tugged on my shirt sleeve, stopping me in my tracks. "What is it Boo?" I asked, leaning down so I was eye level with him. "Hazza and Ni play too?" He asked with a pleading look. "I don't know. . ." I say, unsure if it was a good idea to wake Niall up yet. "Please Daddy! We won't fight, promise!" Louis begs and I cave. How can I refuse such a precious baby? "Well, It was about time to wake Niall up anyway, and Harry has served his punishment. So yes. I guess Harry and Niall can play too. As long as you promise to be good for your daddies." I say to him, watching his eyes light up with excitement. "Yay! I pwomise to be good for daddies." Louis says seriously, making me resist the urge to coo at him. I smile at him and make my way to Harry's room first. When I catch a glimpse of my little baby my heart breaks in two. He's a sobbing mess, tears and snot flowing freely. He's curled up in a ball on his 'big boy bed' in the fetal position. "Come here Hazz." I say gently sitting on the edge of his bed. "D-D-Daddy!" He sobbed, crawling into my lap. "It's okay Baby. Daddy isn't mad at you." I say, watching as Harry calms down a bit. "I is still Daddy's good boy?" Harry questioned. "You'll always be Daddy's good boy. No matter how much you act up." I tell him, and that seems to relax Harry completely. "I'm soweh Daddy." Harry sniffles, hugging my arm. "It's okay Harry. Daddy's sorry for losing his patience with you." I say gently, and Harry nods before standing up off the bed. "I play with Louis?" Harry asks with a small, hopeful, smile. "Yes Harry. You may go play with your brother now." I smile at him, before standing up as well and making my way to Niall's nursery. Niall stirs when I enter, as if he can sense my presence. When I reach over the crib and stroke his cheek one of his eyes crack open and set on me. "Daddy?" He lisps through his dummy. "Hi Baby. You ready to get up?" I ask. He gives a small nod, reaching his arms up to me. I pick him up and carry him over to the changing table on my hip. I didn't really feel the need to check his nappy since it's almost always wet. I undid the tabs on his nappy and lifted it from underneath his bum. I wiped him quickly and changed him into a fresh one, picking out a white t-shirt for him to wear. I decided to leave him in just his nappy, since we're not going anywhere today. "I wove 'ou Daddy." Niall says, his speech being impaired when he's in his little headspace. He's about one year old right now, but when he comes out of his headspace he's nineteen and completely capable of speaking full sentences. "I love you too Baby Boy." I say in a soft tone. I lift him up off of the changing table and walk downstairs and into the playroom. When I walk in I see the most adorable sight ever. It's the babies crawling around on the floor with Zayn, playing some game they probably made up on the spot. "Watch out Papa! Da wions are gonna eat you!" Louis exclaims, crawling a little bit faster. "Oh no! Don't let them eat me Baby!" Zayn says, trying not to smile at Louis' adorableness. "I won't Papa." Louis tells Zayn, throwing a stuffed animal somewhere behind Zayn. "I fed da wions, they're not chasing us anymore. But watch out for da cwocodiles. They're still hungry." Louis informs Zayn. Niall tugs on my shirt and points at his brothers and Papa. "Do you want to play too?" I ask even though I already know the answer. He nods eagerly, squriming to be put down. I comply and place him on the floor, watching as he starts to crawl after the others. I smile and make my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.