"Abraham, please, stop being obnoxious." Harry blinked at his son, "if another being, soul, or spirit screams in this house they will be the last one."
Abraham kept his head down, "yes, sir."
"My home is not a jungle and I will not tolerate screaming -especially when it is only because of your own frustration."
Abraham nodded once, "yes, sir."
"You are about to be twelve -act like it." Harry walked past him, snatching the phone from Abigail.
"Baba!"
Harry held the phone up, snapping it in half. Abigail dropped her head in a bow, hands coming in front of her.
"No one will be using this phone for calling. No one will use your mother's phone, not a laptop, nothing." He walked away from her, "I know how I raised each of you." Harry glanced down at Abraham, "when I was younger, my grandfather raised me." The two lifted their heads. "He told me that if I ever disrespected him -if I ever embarrassed him, he would kill me."
Both children swallowed hard.
"I will not kill my children, but do not forget that I do not have to touch you to punish you."
-
"Wha -who -Harry!" Louis dropped his hands, "are you threatening to torture our kids?"
"I have threatened to ignore our children -it is a form of torture."
Louis gawked, "Abigail has not stopped crying, alpha! Abraham will not leave his room - Deme will not stay away from the fridge."
"I did not reprimand Demetrius." Harry looked up from the computer, "Demetrius just enjoys eating."
"Well -did you have to break your own phone in half? Could you have just taken it?"
"Yes," Harry shrugged. "But I was trying to get a point across."
Louis crossed his arms, hip out, "by snapping your phone in half?"
"A small sacrifice in the large scheme of things."
Louis took a deep breath, "Lord." He approached the desk, sitting in his alpha's lap. "You are -silly -and I think that you should not threaten our children with your different forms of torture."
Harry stroked Louis' cheek with the back of his hand, "you look very beautiful today."
"Ah, you are changing the subject." Louis poked Harry's dimple, "they are heart broken and think that you hate them."
"They may think whatever they like, Camellia. I have always given them the freedom to feel how they want. I know that I love our children, you know that I love our children -and, in the future, they will understand that when I say to stop screaming," He poked Louis back, "That I mean it."
Louis shook his head, "we raise so differently."
"We may," Harry grabbed Louis' hand, kissing it. "You do what I cannot." He pressed his lips against Louis' knuckles, "I am a loving being but I have a hard time expressing it in the way that people expect." Harry sighed softly, "we raise differently but we love exactly the same."
