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momma's boy

Harry - "I don't like him." Your son mumbled about your new boyfriend while you were tucking in his power ranger sheets. "He's going to leave like daddy." "No baby he's not-" You tired to calm your little boy down but tears were already racing down his red cheeks. "How do you know? Daddy left us." You shook your head, kneeling by his bed, placing a hand on his stomach. "It's not like that. You see, Harry's not going to leave us." You bit your lip, trying to muffle sobs that crept up your neck. Harry stood at the door taking it all in, like a whip flash of emotions. Determined to make your boy like him.

Louis - "Its your turn Lou." You mumbled into his shoulder. Trying to block out the screams of your son who was blaring at the top of his voice. "Mm." He hummed into your hair, before groaning and getting out of bed. He paddled to his room, finding him upright in his bed, his wails only shrieking louder. "Hey buddy, daddy's here." He smiled, sitting at the edge of his bed. "No, I want mommy." He stopped his cries, then revving them back up. "Suits me." Louis mumbled, wiping his eyes and crawling back into bed.

Niall - His doubts were swarming in his head, when his son declined his protest to snuggle. He wasn't a good father, damn, his nightmares flooded back nights before he was born. What if he doesn't love me? What if I'm not a good father? "Niall?" You interrupted, snuggling closer to him in bed. He sighed, slinging an arm around your waist before burying his head into your shoulder. "He doesn't like me does he?" "Niall," You cooed, reaching up to twirl your fingers in his hair. "He loves you baby, he just needs some time."

Liam - He cooed slightly, walking into his bedroom with your son sprawled out on your chest. Slobber oozing onto your porcelain skin but you seemed not to mind as you smiled up at your husband. Your eyes fluttered in and out of consciousness when Liam finally jumped into the covers of the large bed. Petting your cheek with a small smile, "Have a good nap baby." He uttered, placing a kiss on your temple then kissing his Mommas boy. That would rather cuddle with his mum than him, but Liam didn't mind.

Zayn - Your son was your boy, there was no doubt. Sometimes it hurt Zayns feelings but often your son would go hang out with his daddy, but that was only often. "Mommy!" Your son screamed with tears flushing his face. A toy truck hanging loosely in his hands, as he screamed. "What?" You hummed, picking him up to the floor, letting the truck fall from his hands. "Where's daddy, I want him to play with me?" He hiccuped between every word. "He's gone, but do you want mummy to call him?" You hummed, bouncing the boy on your hip as he nodded his head.