Smokescreen (mpreg)

Epilogue 1

Louis's POV

Being a parent has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me but it was so incredibly exhausting.  I haven't had a full night's sleep since the babies were born five months ago, it didn't help that the babies demanded to sleep with me and Harry; they had their own cribs in their own room but they usually just ended up in our bed, Harry on one end, I on the other end and them three somewhere in the middle.

Tommy would flop around like a dying fish in his sleep and I would usually end up with a little foot in my ribs or something. Henry demanded to sleep on top of Harry and more than once I've been woken up by Harry explaining to Henry that he wasn't a bed; Henry usually won though and more than once morning came with Henry cuddled up on top of Harry's chest. Oliver would slowly travel around the bed in his sleep and while his movements weren't as dramatic as Tommy, he went further. I once woke up to Oliver cuddling up to my ankles and another time he shared Harry's pillow. We had like twenty pillows around the bed just in case Oliver fell off, which he hasn't yet by some miracle.

It became clear that the triplets would take after me, in fact the only feature they seemed to take from Harry was their bright green eyes.  In terms of personality though, the babies were all over the place, just like how they slept. Tommy was adventurous and had absolutely no fear of anything, Oliver was better behaved but would often get "talked" into going on adventures with Tommy while Henry lived in Harry's shadow and was far less adventurous than his brothers.  The babies started crawling last week and if you blinked, Tommy would suddenly vanish; I swear that kid had more than just four limbs, I was not looking forward to him walking. 

The babies also tried to learn how to sign with Harry and I, and by try I mean that they would wiggle their fingers and hands trying to communicate.  They completely understood us, at least simple words and phrases like "no" and "come here" and such. 

Greg and Niall have been so supportive that I have no idea what we would have done without them.  Niall became like a third parent to the triplets, helping out all the time; while Greg supported us financially, telling me to save my money so Harry and I could buy a house and a car in a few years.  I haven't spent a single dime of my own money since we arrived in America but Greg was starting to get offended each time I offered to pay for something so I just dropped it. 

Today, Liam and Zayn were coming here to visit for the first time and somehow Harry's best friend Matty manage to talk Liam and Zayn into buying him a ticket to come also.  "Are you excited to meet your "uncles"? They've been dying to meet you and your brothers" I said to Henry as I changed him out of his pajama onesie into some normal clothes.  Henry burbled a response as he turned his head to look at Oliver who joined in on the bed for a fresh diaper and to get changed as well.  Oliver accidentally hit his brother in the face as he tried to wave to Henry; Henry merely looked offended but didn't cry, it was adorable. 

"Oh crap where's Thomas?" I heard Greg say from the kitchen.  "He was literally right there!" I heard Niall say.  Harry sighed and shook his head, "Have you ever realized, Louis, that most sentences that involve Tommy usually are "where is he"? I chuckled "Tommy's going to be a ghost when he's older like I was, never home".  Tommy was finally found behind the sofa before Greg and Niall ran out the house to pick up our friends from the airport. 

"Louis I was thinking of getting surgery in the near future" Harry said as he rocked a sleepy Tommy in his arms.   "Really? What for?" I asked as I was playing with Henry and Oliver with my fingers.   "So this" he nodded to the three babies "Doesn't happen again".  I nodded "Yeah I think three is more than enough...but I don't think now is a good time, you'll need time to heal and we're barely able to keep up with them even with Greg and Niall's help".  Harry nodded "Of course, I won't get it tomorrow but I wanted to talk to you about it first".  "I think it's a good idea for the future" I said as I heard the front door open.  

"Bring forth the sacrifices!" I heard a voice said in a loud, yet somehow hushed voice; like a voice you would use when you don't want to wake someone up.  "Mate, that's not funny" I heard Niall say sternly.  "Matty's here" Harry said.  "Mate, rule one about Niall: he's more protective about the babies than Louis or Harry is.  He lost a girlfriend since he spent so much time with Harry back in London" I heard Zayn tease. 

Harry walked out with sleepy little Tommy as I picked up Oliver and Henry, one in each arm.  I stared as I saw my old friends, they looked completely different.  First of all Zayn and Liam now had tattoos, Zayn had a girl or something on his arm as Liam had what looked like four arrows also his arm.  Both of them also had facial hair that was kept but a little scruffy and Zayn had long hair that he put in a quiff, he looked ready to go on a dinner date or something. 

"Louis this is Matty, I don't think you've ever met before" Harry said, gesturing to a guy who had the most insane hair I've ever seen.  "I'd shake your hand, mate, but their kinda full" I said before kissing my sons on their little heads.  "Gimme, gimme, gimme" Liam said as he held out his hands to me.  Henry didn't move at all but Oliver moved forward slightly, curious.  Oliver studied Liam's face as Liam held him in his arms; however  Oliver glared at Zayn as Zayn pinched his little chubby cheeks. 

Matty studied Tommy over Harry's shoulder but since he was sleepy, didn't really react to the new face.  "Is this the deaf one?" Matty asked, Harry shook his head and nodded toward Oliver "No, he is".  "Really? But he looks so normal" Matty said before his eyes went wide "Uhh...not that there's anything wrong with...you know what ,I can't even save that so I'm going to try too. Your babies are beautiful though Harry". "They're not beautiful; they're ruggedly handsome with dashing good looks since they're my nephews" Zayn said as he held Oliver. 

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Harry's POV

Matty and I walked around the block with the babies in the three seater stroller that afternoon since Zayn, Liam and Niall dragged Louis out of the house to grab a drink; they were going to be very disappointed once they discovered you had to be twenty one in America to drink instead of eighteen. 

We ended up on a park bench and sat there so the babies could watch some birds in a nearby tree.  "So...have you talked to my family recently? Is my mom mad?" I finally asked, I've been burning to ask the question but didn't really want the answer.  "Harry let me put it like this, as far as she's concerned she doesn't have a son".  "Oh...ok" I said, heart broken. Matty changed the subject "So when are you and Louis going to get married?" I shrugged "Sometime after the babies' first birthday once everything kind of settles down; I know Louis wants us to have our own place when we get married though so it might be a while".  

Matty sighed and placed a friendly arm around my shoulders "I'm sorry about your mom Harry, I know you two were close".  I shrugged "I'm not going to lie, I'm hurt, but I have no regrets.  If we stayed, Louis's parents would have made him miserable and wouldn't have supported us; my mom wouldn't have been able to help much.  Here though we have Niall and Greg to support us and we've been able to have a life that I don't think we could have had in England since we wouldn't have a place to live at the very least". 

After a long moment of silence Matty stood up "Well one thing's for certain, I'm not jealous of you.  Let's go get some food, I'm hungry, I'll pay".