One Direction's Daughter

Chapter 3: Morning

1 Weeks Later

"Daddy! ....Daddy!...Daddy!" I hear as well as pats on my face. I groan and turn the other way.

"See daddy's still wanting more sleep." I hear a voice. Yes Thank you. Daddy needs more sleep. I feel my self start to drift again as Someone carries my baby screaming that she wants daddy. I slightly, snuggle in my pillow and sheets.

Louis Pov

I carry Emily out. Emily started to speak sentences. Well basic short sentences. She still learning. This past week, Simon, let us have two weeks off so we can watch and let Emily get use to us. She kinda already has. I walk into the kitchen, as Emily sobs on my shoulder.

"Come on baby, cheer up. Do you want food." I hear her sniffle.

"Yes, Uncle Low-ie" She says.

"Only if you smile and give me a little kiss." I say as I watch her, she raises her head off my shoulder, and looks at me. She kisses my cheek as she smiles.

"Food!" She sequels. Whenever she hears food,or sees food, she will smile and want it. 

"Okay, Emily." I say as I kiss her cheek and place her on her high chair, we bought her. I walk over to grab her baby food. She can eat solid food, but we still prefer to feed her soft food, until she's abit older. I grab a spoon, and sit in the nearest chair.  As I open the baby food, Harry walks in tiredly.

"Hey Lou." He says.

"Good Morning Harry." I say as I feed Emily. She laughs and smiles as she swallows.

"Calm down princess." Harry says, as he takes out the batter, a bowl and a spoon.

“Are you making pancakes?” I ask, ask as I wipe of Emily’s cheek from her food.

“ Yeah, do you want some?” Harry asks as he mixes the batter together.

“Nah, already ate.” I say. “I am going to give Emily a bath.” I say as I get up and throw the spoon in the sink and throw away the container.

“Ok.” He says as, he starts heating up the pan.

“Lets go Em.” I pick her up, in my arms, and carry her to her room. I put Em, on her rocking chair, well our rocking chair, so we can rock her to sleep.

“Uncle Low-ie! Look!” She says trying to stand on it. I look for her clothes.

“No Em. Sit down.” I say as I walk over to her and help her sit down.

“Awe..” She whines. I laugh as I pick out little tights and a purple and white poka dot shirt. I grab a towel from the side.

“Let’s go Em, bath time.” I carry Emily, towards the bathroom, open the door, and place Em, on the bathroom counter. I turn on the tub facet. The bath starts to fill up. I lift Emily up so she is standing on the counter.

“Hands up.” I say. She knows the routine. She listens her hands. I pull up her shirt, and remove it. I take her pants down, she steps out of her pants and stands there. I put her clothes in the laundry basket. She looks at me. I smile as I grab her and start tickling her stomach.

“Ah! Uncle Low-ie!” She screams, giggling. I Chuckle, and place her into the Luke warm water. I squeeze some bath soap into the tub and swirl it around so it’s nice and bubbly. I kneel beside the tub as I watch her play with the water. The water is up to her chest. I grab a rubber duck from the side and let her play with it. I watch her giggle. I grab my phone from my pocket. I unlock it and snap a picture of her giggling.

“Wash Time,” I say, I grab a wash cloth and shampoo. I pour some shampoo in my hands and message it in her hair. She helps while using her little hands, and pats it to her head. I laugh and she seems to have fun splashing me a bit. I message  her hair with shampoo and rinse her hair out with clean water, from under the facet, carefully. I drain out eh water, and use a washcloth quickly and clean her up. I grab a towel and wrap it around Em, as I lift her out and on the counter.