Bad Blood - (Fransykes)

Chapter twelve

A/N: This is what you've all been waiting for... Sort of... I hope.. Well... Yeah, enjoy my loves and stay safe! x

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Josh's POV

The next time I woke up I was alone in my bed buried deep in the covers. I let out a yawn and stretch out my tired limbs, hearing them pop in certain places. I haven't slept that long and that good in such a long time. It was definitely well needed and I feel a lot more refreshed now.

I glance over to the balcony doors and see the rays of the sun flooding into the room. It felt like late morning or maybe early afternoon which explains why I'm alone up here. Sonny must have finally woken up wanting a feed and Oli must have taken him downstairs to make him a bottle. I smile warmly at the thought. Sonny's taken to Oli a lot easier than I thought he would, I've been worrying about if he would even bond with Oli at all and I know its early days yet, but so far so good.

I mean, I'm still can't believe he let Oli cuddle him to sleep. He only ever lets me do that so waking up and seeing Oli actually asleep in the first time in forever and snuggled up to our son was everything I ever dreamed of. Witnessing the proud smile on Oli's lips this morning was absolutely everything. He's convinced he's going to be a disappointment to our son but I see the total opposite. I see a loving father waiting to burst out of him, he just needs to believe in himself. Once he gets past the first step of fear I just know he's going to be the best papa and Sonny is going to adore him.

I sigh in content, my little family is finally coming together and I couldn't be happier. This is what I've waited for, for so long. I climb out of bed and thought I'd take advantage of this alone time and head to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed. When I'm all washed up I leave our room in search of my boyfriend and my son but it's not long until I find them because the silence of the house is broken by my son's loud piercing cries. I stop at the bottom of the staircase and listen in on the commotion coming from the kitchen.

"Did you even test the temperature first before giving it to him?" I hear Jordan's voice speak up first.

"What? I didn't know I had to do that?" followed by a stressful sounding Oli.

"Well, yeah, you've basically just fed him burning hot milk. Poor guy, he probably burnt his tongue."

Oh my poor baby.

"Fuck! Well, how am I supposed to know that, it doesn't say to do that!" Oli yells causing Sonny to cry even louder.

"Here, let me show you-"

"No, I can do it! I need to learn how to do it otherwise I'll just continue to be a screw up!"

That's when I decide to enter the kitchen, Oli sounds really overwhelmed and my baby screaming down the house isn't making the situation any easier on his papa or on my heart strings.

"Is everything alright in here?" I ask causing a stressful looking Oli to turn towards me with a sympathetic expression. My heart aches for him as I took in his appearance; He had baby formula across his cheek and had spit up down his shirt whilst holding our grumpy baby who was red in the face with tears.

I walk further into the room and cup Oli's cheek with my hand as I send him a soft smile of reassurance before wiping off the formula from his face. "It's okay," I reassure him and lean up on my tip toes and kiss his chin before taking Sonny from him.

"I just wanted to feed him for you." Oli sighs in frustration tossing the baby towel over his shoulder.

"Hey Sunshine, it's alright, daddy's here, daddy's got you," I coo to my son scooping him up in my arms and bouncing him side to side to calm him.