Boys Only

Sickness

Louis' POV

I woke up this morning to find Harry sick. It's been a week and a half after I spanked the boys for the first time. I've since had to spank Zayn again, and spank Niall twice. Harry's stayed out of trouble, and Liam has been pretty well behaved. I'm planning on cracking down after the new year, getting a little tougher.

"D-Daddy!" Harry yelled, his throat all scratchy. "I'll come in a second Harry, hold on!' I yelled back, fixing Liam's hair for him one more time. "You have a good day at school, and you keep. Out. Of. Trouble!" I emphasized the last part, knowing that he got in trouble yesterday, and had to be spanked. In the principal's office!

He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. "Chill dad, I'll do better today. Promise." I sighed, Teenagers. So grumpy. He walked out the door, taking Niall and Zayn with him. They're all going to the same school, though I have no idea why anyone in their right mind would run a K-12. That's way too much work, and the kids will be desperate to get out by the end.

Once the older boys were out the door, I walked back upstairs to Harry. He's sick, and for the first time, I don't have his mom to help. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss Andrea, yet I try not to mention in at much as possible, it still upsets the kids.

I walked in to find Harry sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. That is his absolute worst habit, as I'm observing. "Harry, I've told you, you have to wear at least boxer shorts, unless you're taking a bath." He whined, giving me a angry look. "I'm hot!" He complained, while I grabbed a pair of his boxers out of his drawers.

"Fine, then let's get you in a bath, I'll take your temperature, and then you can sleep." He gave me a sleepy smile, and lifted his arms up. I picked him up, and walked into the bathroom. I started a bath, making sure it was just warm enough. Harry leaned back on the wall, sitting on the counter while I fetched the thermometer.

5 minutes, a grumpy Harry, and a stubborn pout, the thermometer was still not in his mouth. "We're putting this in your mouth, and we're taking your temperature. Either that, or you can have a spanking. You remember how that feels? I know you didn't like that, so just let me take it." He grudgingly opened his mouth a little, which I smiled at.

I slipped the glass tube under his tongue before he could protest again. We waited, me giving him a sympathetic smile, while he gave me a sassy look. He doesn't even have my genes, but he is definitely my child. After the longest period of time for waiting, the thermometer popped out. "102.3 degrees Harry."

He looked at me with sad eyes. "Don't like... too hot..." I nodded as I set him in the tub. "Baby, I know that you don't like staying in bed, but I'm going to force you into bed rest for a couple of days." He whimpered, sloshing around in the bath water a little. "I'll uh... how about this? I'll talk to my boss about working from home from now on, in case something happens."

Harry's little green eyes lit up, and he started nodding vigorously. "Yes papa yes!" He exclaimed, wiggling his entire body around. "Good. I'll speak with my boss about it over the phone." Harry got sleepy almost a second later, so I quickly started to wash his hair and body. He purred like a small kitten when I massaged his curls.

"You like?" I asked, pulling one of them lightly. "Mhm..." He mumbled, nuzzling closer to my hand. He's such a cutie pie. After ten minutes of sitting in the bath, Harry's throat sounded like it had cleared up to a sufficient amount. I pulled him out, dried him off, and slipped his boxers on. "Cuddle me in bed?" He asked, as I carried him back to his bed.

"Sure bud. Can I take care of a couple things first?" He seemed kind of upset, but nodded anyways. I tucked him in, and kissed his blazing hot forehead, before jogging downstairs. I need to set up working at home, first and foremost, then wash all the dishes, before probably helping the boys with their homework.

Within 15 minutes, I was going to start working from the house, on my personal computer. I washed all the dishes as quickly as I could, which involved cutting my hand on a knife, and letting out a string of curse words that I am SO thankful the boys weren't around to hear. I wrapped up my hand, and walked back upstairs, as Zayn, Niall, and Liam wouldn't be home for another hour.

Harry was passed out in his bed, cuddled up to his squishy pillow. Sighing, I made my way downstairs, for the first minute of alone time I've gotten in weeks. I love the boys, but it's all a lot of work, taking care of the four of them. I'm very glad I get this opportunity.