Imagines

Louis Tomlinson #1

"Louis, why the hell isn't Wren in bed?!" You demand, storming out of your son's room. You'd expected for your husband to have put your two year old son down for his nap over ten minutes ago, but when you went to check Wren's bed, he hadn't been in there.

You're met with complete silence.

"Louis!" You shout again, sighing. You were three months pregnant with your second child, and completely exhausted. You were definitely NOT in the mood to deal with a two year old or a two year old in a twenty six year old man's body.

"Louis, I swear to god if you gave Wren marshmallows again-"you start, but don't finish the threat. Marshmallows are like the kid's cocaine; for some reason they made your toddler son go on a complete sugar high.

You walk down the hall, to the bedroom that you shared with your husband. You check behind the door, under the bed, hell, you even check to see if Wren is hiding in a laundry hamper. But your son and husband are nowhere to be found.

Finally, you huff a defeated sigh. "Fine!" You exclaim at nothing, throwing your hands up in the air. "Be like that! I don't care, just don't come complaining to me when Wren throws an exhaustion fit later."

You feel stupid for talking to nobody, but you don't care. If Louis wanted to hide from you, let him. Two could play at that game.

You sigh again as you take off your jacket and toss it on the bed, leaving you in a white tank top and jeans. As you take off your socks and shoes, you begin to think about how absolutely wonderful a bath sounds right about now.

You grab your robe from the closet and head into the bathroom. Setting the robe on the sink counter, you open the linen closet and take out a towel.

You turn towards the tub, your mind elsewhere as you pull back the shower curtain...

"WAAAAAAAH!" You screech as you suddenly find yourself drenched in water. You come face to face with your husband and son hiding behind the shower curtain, water guns in their hands. Louis is giving you a devilish grin and you realize that he's staring at your chest through your wet, white tank top.

"GET MOMMY!" Louis commands your son before you have a chance to scold either of them. You shriek again as Wren attacks you with his water gun, the water hitting you right in the face.

"LOUIS!" You scream at your husband, who's now dying of laughter. Wren, who is Louis' little mini-me, giggles right along with him.

"Okay, okay," Louis manages to gasp in between laughs. "Wren, let's let mommy take her bath. I think it's easy to say that we've won this battle," he winks.

"Okay! Bye mommy!" Wren exclaims eagerly, wrapping his little arms around your wet jeans in a hug. Louis and Wren then leave the bathroom and you suddenly find yourself alone.

"Finally," you sigh.

You close the door after them and fill the tub to the brim. You turn on the jets and add bubbles before stripping and stepping into the bath, letting out an audible sigh. It feels so good.

Just minutes after you get in the bath, the door creaks open. You jolt your head up in a panic, thinking it might be Wren or Louis coming back to soak you with a water gun again. Louis peeks his head around the door.

"Relax," he chuckles, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. "I haven't got anything, see?"

You say nothing and merely watch as he begins to take his clothes off.

"May I join?" He asks. Of course, he doesn't wait for an answer before getting into the bath, behind you. You look back at him, but still don't say anything.

"I put Wren to bed," he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders. You smile, but he can't see it. "Oh come on, you're not that mad at me, are you?"

You try to act as if you're angry, but a giggle finally slips out. You lean back and feel the rumble of Louis' chest as he chuckles right along with you. He places a soft, sweet kiss at the base of your neck.

"I'll take that as a no then," he whispers in your ear.

"I dunno Tommo, what you did was pretty mean," you whisper, trying your best to sound angry. You can't see his face, but you can picture him smirking.

"Oh? Hmm, I wonder what I could do for you to accept my apology..." he whispers as he begins to kiss down your neck, to your back. He kisses a sweet spot on your shoulder, getting a reaction out of you.

"Lou," you gasp.

"Hmmm?" For the first time since entering the bath, Louis turns you around so the two of you now face each other. He kisses your lips gently. "Do you forgive me now?"

You can't help smiling against his lips.

"I do."