My Papa is a Soldier {ZIAM AU}

Chapter Nineteen

*Liam's POV*

I'm getting ready to leave from the hospital with Harry sitting right next to me. He still seems sad but I tell him that it's going to be okay even though the advice probably means next to nothing to him. Waliyha had been here earlier and said she was going to take Louis and Niall back with her to the house because there were toys scattered everywhere from the last time they went over and she made it very clear that they return home to help clean up. I didn't object, the boys need to learn their responsibilities.

A couple of male nurses help me into the wheelchair and I have to admit, it's a lot easier than I thought. I let Harry sit on my lap as I ride around the room a bit, waiting for Waliyha to come back and get me.

"Harry, lighten up. We're going to go home and then we can spend the day and cuddle up a bit before you go back to school on Monday, yeah?" It was Thursday now and the boys only had three days left of their spring break before they'd have to fall into their regular schedule once again. And luckily we had Waliyha here and Cher coming so she could help with taking care of Harry and his brothers.

"Do you think we can eat pastas tonight?" he suddenly pipes up as we roll back and forth.

"I can certainly ask Waliyha to make some, of course." Harry nods and leans back into my chest. "When your aunt gets here, I'll zoom down the hallway, okay?"

"What are you going to do when I get here?" Waliyha enters the room with a huge grin. "Are you causing trouble, Liam?"

"Oh, no. Me? Of course not!" I mock.

She rolls her eyes and grabs the bag that sits on the bed that was full of things that were brought into my room. "Are you all ready?" I nod my head and thank her as she opens the door for me.

"Ready Harry?" I smile. Harry nods, holding onto the sides incase he were to fly off. I begin to spin the wheels, faster and faster and faster until Waliyha is yelling that we slow down. But I can't hear her over the long over due laughter that escapes Harry's body.

"FASTER! FASTER!" he squeals as we race down the hall. I didn't even care if there were weird star or small comments. My son was laughing and he was happy and I'd make myself look like an idiot ten thousand times if it meant I got to hear the sweet sounds that came out of his mouth.

We finally stop at the end of the hall, Harry giggling and breathing fast from all the giggling. I kiss his temple and sort his hair out a little bit, small chuckles leaving my own mouth.

"Again, Daddy!" he grins.

"Sorry, bud but we're about to leave. And this isn't supposed to be a toy," I explain to him.

He shrugs, "Its okay." Harry looks up at me and gives me that dimpled smile that was so reassuring. I give him another kiss and hold him tightly.

"You...stopped....oh...god...Let's not...Please don't..." Waliyha had just caught up, completely out of breath. She takes a moment to recompose herself, all while Harry is grinning up at her.

"Aunt Wally! Did ya see that? Did ya see that?! It was totally wicked! We were like a race car!" Harry shouts out in glee.

She smiles. "You both went mighty fast, I must say!" She puts her hands on the handles and starts to turn the corner. "Harry, put your hands on the steering wheel." Harry grins immediately and does what she says. "Now let's drive!"

The whole walk down the hall was filled with Harry making small sounds such as "VROOM!" and "BEEP!" and even an "EERRRKKK!" when we turned the final corner to get to the car.