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Heaven at Last

"Louis Tomlinson. I swear to god. If you do not put her down I am going to smack that smile right off your face." I warn. Lou is currently playing with my almost one year old daughter in a very non safe way.

"Oh relax love. Look, she loves it." He laughs, holding her as she laughs.

"She's not even a year old. She doesn't know what death is!" I groan, picking her up and taking her to the kitchen. I place her on the counter and pull out her food.

"I did not give birth to this child for nothing." I say, putting her bib on and feeding spoonfuls of food to her.

"Oh relax! It's fine. I'm not going to hurt her." He laughs, making faces at her. I can't help but laugh at his ridiculous faces, neither can Kallista. She ends up tossing some of her baby food onto his face and laughing at her masterpiece.

"Yuck. No wonder she threw it. It tastes like sewage." His face twists with disgust and he spits it out, washing his mouth out in the sink.

"Well, she's eating it isn't she?" I point out as she takes another mouthful.

"I am so sorry you live with her." He apologizes to her as if she knows what he's saying. She just smiles cluelessly back at him.

"Just hush." I laugh, wiping her face and throwing the napkin at his face.

"You're not a nice person in the morning. You know that right?" He pouts.

"What can I say, I like my sleep." I shrug, picking her up and setting her in her swing. Lou goes over and starts making funny faces again.

"Why'd you have to put her in that shirt?" I ask, looking at the striped shirt identical to his.

"Hey, there has to be a part of uncle Louis somewhere." He says to her with a baby voice.

"You're an odd one." I raise my eyebrow and shake my head.

"Go take a nap. I'll watch her until Liam comes back." He says, pushing me to my room.

"And why should I trust you with my child after last time?" I ask, bringing back the memories.

"That was only because I had a couple drinks." He groans.

"And that's suppose to make me feel better?" I ask. Memories of when he lost her in their flat flood my mind.

"Yea." He drags out. I look at my bed and sigh.

Must. Fight. Urge.

"Alright. But just until Liam gets back." I slump down onto the bed and he fist pumps the air.

"Do not. I repeat. Do not do anything to kill or harm my child. And do not lose her again." I state, glaring at him. He puts his hands up in surrender and backs out of the room. He walks out and five, four, three, two-

"Aw shit nuggets!" He groans.

"Language!" I yell back.

"How do you get throw up out of clothes?" He walks in with a pouty face and vomit on his shirt.

"I don't know, maybe wash it?" I say with my eyes closed.

"Smartass." He mumbles.

"Language." I groan, falling asleep.

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"Love. Wake up." I open my eyes and see Liam smiling over at me. I sit up and rub my eyes, yawning.

"What time is it?" I squint my eyes at the clock.

"Time to wake up. Lou just left. We decided to let you sleep more. You looked like you needed it. I made us some dinner if you're hungry." He suggests.

"Hell yea I'm hungry." I jump out of bed. He laughs, following me to the dining room table.

"Lis (Lees) is asleep." He says, knowing I was about to ask him. He puts a plate of pasta in front of me and grabs one identical, sitting across from me.

"So I'm thinking about getting a job. Or something." I say in thought.

"Really?" He asks, swallowing his food.

"Yea. I figured I need to do something. I mean, not a full time. Maybe just a couple hours of something. Just to keep me busy." I explain.

"Yea. I mean, if you want. We can get a sitter or have one of the guys or your mum to watch Lis." He says in thought.

"Yea." I say.

"You know, I never knew what you went to school for. You finished Uni right?" He mentions.

"Yea. I went for criminal justice. You know like police officer, detective shit." I explain.

"Oh that's cool. It fits you." He smiles.

"Maybe you could start at the station doing something. We should go see." He says, taking our plates to the sink and washing them.

"When do you wanna go?" He asks.

"I'll go tomorrow. I'll go when your at the studio. I'll drop Lis off at my mums." I say, getting a drink.

"You sure? I can go with after I get out." He offers.

"No. It's fine. I'll survive on my own Liam." I laugh.

Tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes. They said they'll set up an interview and check my record and such. Days pass and that turns into weeks. I get a job as a part time, paid volunteer police officer. Weeks turn into months and months into a year. Life has slowed down and is at ease now. Little Kallista is now almost two years old. She's talking and walking as every other two year old does. The boys are still going strong along with Liam and I. There's not much more to tell about this life. It's just, normal. For once my life is normal.

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What is normal? Especially for a world wide band. There is no normal.

So what do you think about it? It's a pretty chill chapter.

Is it bad I can picture Lou dressing a kid to be identical to him despite if its a girl

Vote and comment what you think! I love to read all your comments.

Happy mother's day to all you mother's out there! I hope you have a great day!

Meg xx