Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🍼"Santa's" presents🍼

Sorry for any mistakes. It's a bit of a rushed chapter, so I think that some things may change tomorrow. Like... maybe I'll add things or make them better. I hope you'll enjoy it, loves! Thanks for reading!♡

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Louis groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed when Harry pulled on his arm.

The dominant felt the bed dip beside him and two hands push on his chest before Harry straddled his waist.

"Are you awake, daddy?" The little's voice called out softly.

"Hmhm." Louis said, forcing his eyes open in order to see the younger boy's youthful face.

Harry smiled at Louis shyly and Louis returned it with an exhausted yawn.

He looked at the clock.

9.30

"Baby... you're up early?"

"S-santa came tonight... there's s-so many presents, daddy! I g-got ex-cited..." Harry stuttered, cheeks flushing.

A smile took over Louis' face at Harry's happy face and he didn't even want to comment any further on the fact that Harry woke him up.

"Santa came?" Louis gasped, pulling Harry down so that the boy was laying with him.

Harry giggled and nodded his head at a rapid pace.

"Did you see him? Was Rudolf there?" Louis asked, tracing the shapes of Harry's face with the tip of his pointy finger, causing the curly-haired-boy's eyes to droop a little.

However, they widened again once he realised that his presents were still waiting for him downstairs.

"I-I didn't see 'em, daddy. But they left presents!" He squealed when his dominant jumped up from the bed and carried Harry to the nursery.

"Then we better get dressed, princess. Don't wanna waste any more time, am I right?"

Harry hummed in agreement and let Louis lay him down on his changing table.

"Christmas outfit, then?" Louis asked, showing Harry a big knitted jumper with gingerbread man and candy canes embroidered onto it.

Harry nodded, playing with his stffie as Louis changed him into a clean nappie, his Christmas pyjamas and fluffy, warm socks.

"All done." Louis whispered, kissing the cold tip of Harry's nose.

"Can w-we open the presents now, d-daddy?" Harry stammered.

Louis smiled. Harry was so excited about opening presents that he became one nervous, stuttering wreck.

"Of course, sweets. Wanna know what Santa got you, don't you, baby?" Louis said and handed Harry his dummy after he helped the boy onto his feet.

Harry wobbled out of the room, eager to open the gifts from Santa. (Louis)

Louis laughed when he saw that Harry was actually limping.

It was funny because Harry was literally sucking on his dummy whilst carrying a reindeer stuffie through the house and he couldn't look more innocent.

Yet he still had trouble walking because Louis fucked him that good last night.

The dominant helped Harry down the stairs, keeping his hands on Harry's hips for his own safety.

When they were at the bottom of the stairs, the little ran out of Louis' hold and dropped to his knees as he giggled.

Louis sat down next to the boy on a pillow when Harry smiled at him hopefully, holding one of the presents against his chest.