SPACES [Editing]

Baby-Proof

Chapter 2/2 of today's double update so make sure you've read the previous chapter, "Metaphor". :)

This is a soft chapter, very cheesy-mushy-fluffy. Have fun!!! :)

Louis Tomlinson

Harry picked me up from work so we could go shopping for baby stuff. He hated shopping, really, so I was surprised when he excitedly said yes after I've suggested it to him.

Almost two weeks after the twins have been born, the doctors finally allowed us to take them home with us. Or at least, home, to our parents' house, where my sisters live. We've worked out the schedule: we can visit them any time we want to and they'll be having monthly checkups until they're six months old. Only then can we decide if we can adopt them. Right now, we just have to buy stuff for them. Clothes, diapers, strollers, toys, cribs, room decor, etcetera.

"When I designed the house, I didn't think about it being baby-friendly, you know? We might have to baby-proof our house. We did it to Lou's house when she had Lux." Harry said as we drove to the mall.

"Having babies is draining. I can't imagine what mum and dad must've felt when they first had me. And then Lotts. And then Fiz. And then Daisy and Pheobes. God, that must've been proper stressful." I said, remembering how we were before in our old house. It was a blessing in disguise that we were already in our teens when mum had the twins. At least we were already old enough to take care of them.

"Then they'd be old enough for school and we'd have to attend school activities." Harry smiled at the thought.

"Those things are also stressful," I told him.

"That's because you're a teacher." He scowled.

"What, have you been a parent before?"

"I haven't, but I've been to a parent-teacher orientation before." He said.

"Oh, really? When was it?" 

"Lux's first one," he said.

Wait, he was there?

"Okay, this wasn't how I planned it would go," he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "But that was the first time I saw you."

"You can't be serious." I said.

"I am, I really was there! I had to go because Lou had to stay home because she was sick and Tom had to stay with her so I volunteered. And I distinctly remember what you were wearing!"

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

"You were wearing this olive green sweatshirt, loose pants, and this striped scarf that--"

"Alright, that's enough now, I believe you." I said, just so he would stop talking. "Why would you remember something that hideous?"

"I thought it was cute," he said, flashing his dimples into my direction. "You were cute. I thought you were a proper lad."

And that was what I wanted, I wanted the parents to think that I was proper. I was scared they'd see through my teacher front, that they'd see the bad boy that I was before. But what I was wearing was distasteful, at least for me. I didn't like it at all, but I was too nervous to even plan about it that morning.