Age reminder:
Reagan Tomlinson- 3 months
Milo Styles- 4
Harry Styles- 26
Louis Tomlinson- 27
3 months later (November)
"Daddy!" Came a voice from upstairs.
Harry took the sleeping baby in his arms and put her in her portable cot in the living room before running up the stairs to his son's room.
"Milo, are you okay?" He asked, peeking in the door. What he saw astonished him. The entire floor was covered in clothes, clean and dirty, dressed drawers were open, and the bedspread was messed up. "Milo Styles, what happened in here?"
"I can't find my jersey!" He whined.
"Which one?" Harry asked as he sat on the floor with his son.
"The one with Papa's number on it."
"Oh you can't find your number twenty eight jersey?"
"No..."
"Okay baby well I'll start looking around the house," Harry said as he started walking out the door. "Please clean all of this up."
"Okay daddy." Harry left the room. He went downstairs and checked in the cot. Reagan was awake, just entertaining herself. Harry put some more toys in the cot for her which she happily accepted.
Harry began looking around the house for Milo's jersey that apparently Milo was dying to bring with him on their Disneyland trip. He looked in the laundry, he checked his room, Reagan's nursery, everywhere. No luck.
Eventually, it got late and Reagan got really fussy. Milo was dying for his shirt and he was getting hungry. "Milo, I need you to go play please. I'm trying to get dinner made."
"But I want my shirt!" He yelled. Harry kneeled down, with the baby on his chest in a carrier.
"Milo Bentley Styles. What have I told you about that tone? Don't use it with me. Now go play with something else why I am making dinner." Milo pouted but walked away.
Hours later, Louis was really late home and Harry was getting upset. Reagan was crying non stop and Milo was being a pain. Harry's head was pounding and he was unable to get either child to be quiet for 1 moment.
Eventually, Harry was able to pull himself together and get Milo to be quiet. He told him that if he didn't go right up to bed, he would not be allowed to ride any rides at Disneyland. Of course Harry would never do that, but he just needed Milo to go to sleep.
He went right up to bed, leaving Harry to deal with Reagan. He was able to just lie down and nurse her till she fell asleep. When she was asleep, he brought her to her nursery. By then, he was just so tired that he went to bed.
11pm
Louis closed the door quietly behind him the walked up the stairs. He looked in Milo's room where he saw his son sleeping peacefully. He then checked in Reagan's room where she was sleeping as well.
He then made it to his and Harry's bedroom where he saw his boyfriend fast asleep. He changed out of his work clothes into his pyjamas then got in bed.
He wrapped an arm around Harry who squirmed a little bit. "Where were you?"
"I'm sorry, baby," Louis said. "One of my patients had brain surgery and the surgeons wanted me to watch."
"Why didn't you text me or call me?"
"They made me turn off my phone."
"Oh."
