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After ages, Cherie wrote something.

Read on Autism and Sexuality/Gender Identity when you can, I hope you find reliable sources.

Warning- F-word slur | This is some months after Aidan & Louis babysit the girls.

                  

The Princess & his bad boy.

High pitched voices of a toddler and her older sister fill the foyer, babbles of frustration and mild screams of anger mix in the air. Their father is standing behind them, getting their coats off the rack and repeatedly rolling his eyes. This is a new habit between the sisters, and it's something that might persist for a long run. He puffs his cheeks, watching his older daughter snatch her jacket from him with a smile, and return to glaring at her younger sister.

"Papa!" Aneesa squeaks, tugging at his jeans.

"Yes...yes, here," Harry sighs, lowering himself to assist her with the jacket.

"Where are we going to?" Myra asks, leaning against the wall.

"H-Harry wants to...wants to spend time with his girls," he lies, wearing a bright smile.

Aneesa nods in agreement, as if she understands the conversation and spreads her arms out wide to be lifted up by him.

"Is Uncle Aidan sad?" Myra asks, concerned.

"No....no," he tries to keep up with lying. "We are going...going to get some milkshakes and...and watch the sun s-set, yes."

"Yay," Myra squeals, starting her dance.

"No!" Aneesa screams, almost reaching for her hair.

"No, stop it please," Harry holds her close, trying to keep her still but the little one is struggling.

"Mummy, Neesa is being a monster," Myra raises her voice, stomping her feet and glaring at her sister.

"It's what happens when you have siblings," Iman replies, walking towards them from the living room.

"She wants to rip my hair out," Myra rushes to her side, pouting.

"If she hits you, you tap her arm back and let her know it's wrong." Iman breathes out, caressing her nearly falling tummy.

"I will hit her so hard," Myra wiggles her eyebrows.

"Slow down John Cena, I'm not emotionally ready to discipline you two yet," Iman rolls her eyes, patting her arm.

"H-How is he?" Harry clears his throat, pointing towards the living room.

"All snuggled up with Mory dearest, and texting his mumma," Iman smiles, leaning against the wall.

"When...when is Louis coming h-here?" he asks again, calmly.

"After work, in a bit," she breathes out.

"Iman, do you...do you want anything? Milkshake? M-Massage? Food?" Harry blinks away, adjusting Neesa against his left side and holding her close.

"I want your cuddles when you get back. Right, I need some butter chicken and rice from my favourite place. Yes, food!" Iman claps in excitement, grinning at him.

"Okay...okay, like t-text me what you want to...to eat," he giggles at her excitement for cravings.

"Sure thing. Where are you taking the girls to?" she walks closer to him, tucking Neesa's stray curl behind her ear.