One Directions back, the three fathers (Harry, Zayn, and Niall) but this time they have more than just those two famous hybrids. That's right, they have three!
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After finishing his own son's hair, Michael smiled calling Louis over having the boy grudgingly climb onto the chair, "It's not so bad, lighten up," He muses tousling the hybrids hair, "Daddy no to-touch his ears!" Ashton scolds eyes narrowing as the father holds his hands up in defense, "I swear I won't. But your Daddy, Lou, begged me to trim it a little. Just stay still for me."
It was a small conversation, Zayn forbidding Harry from cutting his son's hair saying it looked great long and he enjoyed it; Harry continued to fight it using the key argument: "You don't have to brush it for him." Therefore at the end of it all, Louis was set to go to Michael's house for Ashton and the father knew Michael cut his son's hair. Offering to pay him, Michael laughed, "You let me have the other two monsters and I'll cut it."
What turned out to be more hassle for him having to juggle the two younger ones, was amazing for the three fathers that took advantage of being completely alone in their new house.
Spraying his hair until it was dripping from the sides, Michael runs a comb through it snipping the ends. Liam strolls in half-way through, he's quiet not letting Michael know he's in there. "W-we done?" Louis asks tears evident in his voice, Michael frowns ducking down to meet him on eye level, "What's wrong bud? Did I pull your hair?"
"I-I," Louis stops bringing his hands up to cry in, Ashton consoling his friend with hugs and even small kisses on his cheek, "I no 'ant i-it cu-cut." Michael coos giving him a sympathetic smile, "I'm sorry bud, I just gave it a small trim, you can hardly tell." The man nudges Ashton, "Tell him how good it looks bub,"
"Good! 'Ya hair look good Lou!" Ashton exclaims, Liam, clapping letting his presence be known, "G-good! Good!" Michael laughs scooping him up as he dusts Louis' shoulders off, "You two go play." Kissing Liam's cheek he draws his attention, "Is your brother still napping?" The older hybrid furrows his eyebrows as if he's thinking before he shrugs cutely, "I-I's 'anna 'pway 'wif 'wuke," Liam states lightly squirming in Michael's hold, "'M sorry bud, Luke's with uncle Callum."
The hybrid hangs his head poking his bottom lip out in a mimic pout, "A bird will land on it," The father warns, Liam going wide-eyed as he pushes it back in hurriedly. No one wants a bird to land on their lips!
Like predicted, Max was on his stomach still knocked out in the playpen that sat in the living room. Liam grinned at his younger brother, "Y-you's k-k-now 'da-dat he has 'bwue eyes?"
"Max has blue eyes?" Michael asks acting as if this was brand new information, "Y-yah! H-he 'weally cute."
"You think Max is cute?" Liam nods standing outside the mesh wall, "H-He's my 'wittle 'broder."
"I know he's your little brother and Louis' too." Liam snaps his head up furrowing his eyebrows, "I-I's 'Wou 'Wou's 'wittle 'broder."
Michael chuckles ruffling Liam's hair, "I know you are, he has two younger ones. You have one older brother and one younger brother."
