True Lies (Larry Stylinson)

Epilogue

Thirteen Years Later

     “Please Daddy?” she asked, hugging the stuffed bear Louis had given her tightly to her chest.

“Yeah, please?” her twin asked from the bed beside her own. Louis chuckled lightly from his place at the foot of Lily’s bed.

“I’ve read you two books already. If I let you stay up any later Santa might skip our house this year.” He said with mock seriousness, enough to make his girls quiet down.

     “What’s going on in here?” Harry asked from the doorway where he had watched their exchange.

“Papa, will you read us a book please?” Lena asked, jutting her bottom lip out at him. Harry smiled widely.

“I suppose, since it is Christmas eve.” He sighed, going to the extensive book shelf in the corner, ignoring Louis’ playful glares from the corners of his eyes. He took a seat in the chair in the corner, motioning the girls to come forward, which they did; one of them on each of his knees and he read aloud, Louis watching with a small smile from the bed.

     “Okay, that’s enough. Time for bed.” Harry said, picking them up and setting them in their beds. He and Louis took turns sprinkling their cheeks with kisses before turning out the light and leaving the door open just enough to let some light in form the hallway.

     “Good job Daddy.” Harry teased as they made their way down the stairs to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist.

“Ha Ha, Papa.” Louis said sarcastically, a grin setting in on his cheeks.

“I love you.” Harry whispered..

“I love you too. Now, go get the presents out of the closet while I get the dishes.” Louis said, going to the sink and running soapy water over the cookie sheets.

     Harry proceeded into their living room, going to the closet when he noticed their oldest sitting on the couch with a forlorn look on his face.

“Baby, you okay?” he asked the twelve year-old who only sighed in response.

“Yeah.” Jamie answered.

“You sure?” he asked, pushing his hair from his eyes and kissing his temple.

“Papa?” he asked quietly, looking at his shoes and playing with his fingers in his lap.

“Yes?”

“When did you know you were gay?” he asked with wide, pleading eyes.

“You do you ask sweetheart?” Harry asked, scooting closer on the couch and putting an arm around his shoulders. Jamie’s face reddened and he shrugged.