"Oh—Kleio!" Louis laughs when the baby kicks her feet. The doll was currently trying to change her, quietly so Maia doesn't wake from her morning nap, but the little rascal wasn't having it. She gives him a gummy grin, letting out her little baby laugh, and Louis does his best to grab her legs. "I have to wipe your stinky butt."
The twins were three months now: chunky, attentive, and happy. They liked whatever they're daddies liked, watched whatever was happening, and screamed as a way to talk. If they saw Louis and Harry talking, they'd let out shrieks as if they wanted to join the conversation. Harry, and Louis always pretended to understand. They'd speak to the twins, and the girls would quietly listen as if they understood.
"Kleio." Louis says firmly, and the baby waves her little arms around on the changing table. Louis leans down, peppering her face with kisses, and the baby stops moving so she can enjoy the affection. That gives Louis the moment of opportunity, and he traps her chunky ankles in his hand.
"I see you figured out the trick." Louis doesn't look away from his job, and wipes the baby quickly. She's got strong legs, and she'll break free if he isn't careful.
"Is that why she stays still for you? Kisses?" Louis asks, and Harry walks over. Kleio peaks up at him, and gurgles before reaching an arm up. Harry takes her hand, pretends to eat it, and Kleio pulls his finger away before punching it back in his mouth. She repeats the movement: pull, punch, pull, punch.
Harry doesn't mind. He pretends to eat her hand each time she moves it to him. It's a little a game he plays with the girls to make time go by, and it works. "Our little girls love kisses. How did you not figure it out?"
"I always change Maia." Louis says. "She just likes when I talk to her."
"She is the calmer one." Harry coos at Kleio as Louis fastens the diaper. He puts the onesie on her, some socks, and grabs little mittens. Kleio had an insufferable habit of touching her face, and the doctor suggested cutting her nails and putting mittens on her. Maia liked pulling her curls so she wore mittens too.
Kleio stuffs her hands in her mouth the moment Louis puts the mittens on, and Harry picks her up. He kisses her forehead, and rocks her in hopes to put her back to sleep.
"Daddy's little girl." Louis giggles as Kleio watches Harry, slowly blinking her eyes and getting drowsy.
"That's okay," Harry whispers, "daddy loves his little girl."
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"I know every body on this island seems so happy on this island," Louis sings and the six month old twins look away from the Hawaiian princess to watch their dad, "everything is by design."
He giggles. "I know every body on this island has a role on this island so maybe I can role with mine. I can lead with pride, I can us strong. I'll be satisfied if I play along, but the voice inside sings a different song."
The girls smile. "What is wrong with me? See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding, and no one knows how deep it goes! And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me!"
Maia tugs on his shirt, and he kisses her forehead quickly. "And let me know: what's beyond that line? Will I cross that line? The line where sky meets the sea? It calls me, and no one knows how far it goes!"
Kleio screams loudly, and grabs his chin. Louis doesn't stop singing, even when Harry comes in with his phone to record. "If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know!"
Kleio and Maia gurgle, and they seem to be babbling something, but Louis's so into Moana right now. Their happy screams get louder. "How far I'll go!"
"Dada!" Maia screeches, and Harry nearly drops his phone.
"Mama!" Kleio says just as loud, but with all the same confidence. Neither parent corrects her, and Louis figures he's quite alright with being called anything by these cute little babies on his lap.
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"Maia." Harry mumbles when he doesn't hear the familiar hands banging on the pot. The little girl enjoyed the sounds the pots made, which is why she always banged on them when Harry was cooking dinner. Kleio found Louis way more interesting than pots, and pans. That little girl would chew on cloth toys and laugh as her dad tried to figure out baby puzzles. "Where'd you go, baby girl?"
"Dada." His question's answered when he hears soft thumping, and a chubby body slams itself into his leg. Baby arms wrap around his calf, and he feels the slobber on his sweats as Maia mouths him. He peaks over his shoulder at her, and she's already staring up at him with pretty green eyes and dimples. He reaches down, and massages her scalp gently. The baby coos, turning away before going back to her makeshift drums.
The twins are ten months now, and they've just learned how to stand and walk. Kleio was a little ahead, only because she was the dare devil out of the two, but Maia was following pretty closely. Their first steps were filled with tears, cheers, and plenty of pictures. Maia was the first to stand, using the couch to the best of her ability, but Kleio was the first to run. She took off like a rocket, and Maia's been close behind her ever since.
"My little drummer." He laughs, and stirs the spaghetti some more. "You're gonna be on stage one day, performing a little song for daddy."
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Louis walks out with two small cakes, home made by Gemma with one candle in each, and he places one in front of each girl. Maia, and Kleio stare at the cakes in confusion— especially when Harry lights the candles, and Zayn dims the light.
Kleio screams, and kicks her feet. She isn't scared, but Louis knows she's confused and Kleio hates not knowing what's going on. Even at twelve months, the blue eyed beauty likes to be nosey. She runs into every room, touches everything and everyone, and whines when she can't figure out something. Her curiosity always got the better of her, especially with her impatient attitude, but Louis always told Harry the curiosity would do her good when it comes to learning and the impatient streak will wear off. Either way, if something was happening, and Kleio didn't understand it, things wouldn't go so smoothly.
"Relax, baby," Louis hushes her and kisses the crown of her head, "it's for you." Kleio pushes her head back to look at Louis, and the doll boops her nose. Kleio promptly sneezes, and blinks before giggling.
Maia looks around as the adults erupt in soft song, singing happy birthday to them. She hears her name, and slams her hands on her feeding table in excitement. She looks at the cake, fresh and all chocolate which is what she and Kleio love, and then at the thin wax figure stabbed in the middle. She stares at the glow of the flame with her little mouth agape, and Harry watches with his camera ready. She lifts her hand, and Kleio follows behind her.
They look at each other, as if making a pact, before slamming their hands on the flames. They don't scream, they don't even flinch, but Louis and Harry do. The parents shout, and the girls look at them with unbothered expressions as their dads check their hands. No injury.
Everyone relaxes, and Harry lets out a laugh. "Okay, no more candles from now on." The guests agree, and the cake cutting begins. Louis remembers Harry's birthdays, and the small bit of icing smeared on the then-boy's face. Louis takes some with his finger, and blots a dot on the twins' noses. They blink, and push against the back of their chairs in bewilderment. Kleio looks at him, pouts, and the look she gives is one of betrayal. Maia, meanwhile, takes the icing off her nose and licks her hand.
Gemma covers her mouth as she giggles at the girls. "They sure are different."
School starts back up today. Last chapter on Thursday. Sure did finish this in time xx
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Fanfiction"Honey, Im made of plastic and youre faker than me." Harry discovers his childhood doll in his late mother's attic and decides to take it home. After wishing for a better life, his doll Louis suddenly comes to life and things cant seem to get any be...
