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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'Twas the day of Thanksgiving, and all through the house the fathers were prepping and cursing their spouse.
With one kid sick with a cold, the other two were acting quite bold.
Though when the Grandparents did arrive, everyone forgot to take out the 'baking' Pumpkin Pie.
The Holidays are supposed to be enjoyable, and this Thanksgiving is nothing short of memorable.
In other words, the Malik-Horan-Styles, Stylin, household's Thanksgiving didn't go as easy as any of the participating fathers had intended.
It all started that morning, Louis had been battling a cold, the poor hybrid sniffled all night until he knocked out with Vicks Vapor rub smothered on his chest and enough cough-drops to choke a giraffe. Stuffed in the swing with a blanket tucked around him, Harry deemed the living room off limits until his eldest baby woke up without screaming for Zayn that had remained absent from his life for the past thirty-six hours, as he could not be getting sick.
See, being a full-time parent made getting sick inconvenient at any time, but being a full-time parent - and trying to put an album out made getting sick - a sick joke.
Entering the room sanitized, and still rubbing the alcohol along his arms, Zayn shudders when Harry puckers his lips, "Don't you dare kiss me, wash your lips." Harry rolls his eyes forcing a kiss on his husband, "It's your son's germs, not herpes."
Zayn furrows his eyebrows at the comparison of the two, "One affects my voice, the other just makes me look unattractive." Harry shrugs grabbing eggs down for breakfast, "Will you go wake the other two-"
Before his request can be complete Niall enters with Max clad in only his nappy giggling whilst he's buckled in his highchair, "D-dada,"
"He's been begging for his Dada all morning," Niall coos kissing his babies hair, Harry gasps tickling his youngest in greeting, "Yeah, Lou's been crying for Zayn-"
"Don't tell me that!" The papa scolds, "Now I feel bad." Harry smirks, "Good." Niall rolls his eyes in response to his husbands, "Go get Liam, I heard him playing in his room already this morning."
Harry raises an eyebrow, "Please be quiet when you do, Louis is still asleep." Laying dry cereal on Max's tray, Harry motions to the eggs, "I'll cook us breakfast, when do you want us to get the turkey on?"
