The Perfect Match.

Chapter 52

Louis slowly moves the next morning, stretching out his arms with his eyes closed, feeling for Harry in the bed next to him.

"The girls are probably awake," he mumbles out while he feels the empty bed beside him. He finally opens his eyes and glances beside him, "Harry?"

He yawns and sits up slowly, looking around the room while still half asleep. The clock says it's past 8:30 and he's almost certain one of their girls is awake.

He slips on his sweats, pushing back his messy fringe before he's opening the bedroom door and looking down the hall; he hears nothing but silence.

He first walks to Olivia's room and sees her still sound asleep and he smiles a little, her messy and dark curls all over her face. He gently places her stuffed rainbow bear next to her again and then tip toes out of the room.

He's soon at Emma's door, glancing in to see her still asleep as well. He wonders why his daughters can't sleep this late every weekend.

He sighs and looks down the hall, seeing Gemma's door wide open; he slowly walks to the room, stopping in the doorway when he sees Harry and Gemma asleep.

And suddenly, Louis' face is beaming at the sight. He stands completely still for a moment before he's deciding to get Harry's camera and capture the moment.

When he returns to the room and takes the photo, Emma is slowly walking up behind him, her hair a mess as she yawns.

"What's going on?" She mumbles to her dad as she rubs her eyes and looks in the room.

"Nothing, love," Louis whispers and smiles at her, "Pappa must've fallen asleep with your aunt."

"Aww," Emma says with a wide grin.

"Shh," Louis whispers and smirks, "let's let them sleep."

Emma nods and follows her father to the stairs. "Can we make breakfast together?"

"Sure," Louis smiles, "why don't you help by getting out the ingredients for pancakes. I'll put on some coffee and go wake Livy."

Emma nods and hurries to the cupboard while Louis is busy starting coffee.

"Daddy," Emma starts.

"Yeah," Louis says and pours water into the coffee machine.

"Do you think the baby will be a boy?" She asks.

Louis grins to himself, "uh, I'm... I'm not sure, babe. I want to say yes..."

"I think it will be," Emma says flatly and puts out the flour on the counter for Louis.

"Why do you think so?"

Emma shrugs, "because... Pappa and aunt Gemma both had the same dream about him. I think he'll look just like you."

Louis turns to her, seeing her blue eyes staring back at him, thinking for the millionth time how much she looks like a mixture of himself and her mother.

"You're growing too fast, Em," Louis finds himself saying lowly.

She smiles a little, "I'm not that old yet."

"You'll be 11 this year," Louis looks back and leans against the counter, "it's quite hard to believe."

"Do you think Nana and Grammy will come out for my birthday?" She asks.

Louis smiles and nods, "well, I know Grammy is coming out soon. She'll be here in a few days. She's staying with us for a little bit."

"To help with Aunt Gemma?"