“No, no, no.”
“Saying words in repetition will not change my mind.”
Louis gave Harry a face, “Alpha-”
“Omega.”
Louis breathed, “I want to buy my dress –alone.”
“No.”
The omega stepped back, taking another breath, “Harry, do you not have something to do?”
“No, I do not have a job –neither do you.” He blinked at his omega, “We are sitting on millions.”
Louis pressed his lips together, “Lord help me.”
“For what?”
“Harry!” Louis finally snapped, “it is tradition! You do not get to see my outfit before I wear it!”
Harry sat on the arm of the couch in their room, unfazed, “we have a book written about us –people will bombard you and I will not be there to protect you. I must go.”
“And who will watch our children?”
“They may watch themselves.”
“Harry –they are babies –my babies!”
“Give Demetrius food, give Abigail a mirror, and give Abraham the responsibility of watching them.” The alpha shrugged, “we could be gone for weeks.” Louis was not smiling and Harry held up a hand. “I refuse, this is me –your alpha, telling you that you may not.” He dropped the hand, “may not, leave this house without me today.” Harry crossed his arms, “this is me being not-silly, omega.”
Louis growled, turning away from him, “Lord!” He went downstairs, finding his children staring mesmerized at the TV, “my loves.”
Abby looked at him first, “mama.” He smiled, standing off the couch, “yes, mama.”
Louis smiled, squatting, “would you like to come out with baba and I today?”
“Yes!” Abby kissed his cheek quickly, going to his siblings. He turned off the TV and pointed at Louis, “mama says we are leaving!”
Demetrius stood up, knocking on the TV, while Abigail wobbled over to him. “Ama…”
“Oh,” Louis pouted, touching under her eye, “you are sleepy, my baby girl.”
Abigail nestled into Louis’ chest, whining, “ama…”
“Come, sweetheart.” He stood, holding his daughter close. Louis grabbed Abby’s hand, “Deme.”
“Ama, on!” He knocked hard on the TV, upset that it shut off.
“Come here, sweet boy. We are leaving now –no more TV.” Louis could see the tears before hearing them. “You both are tired.” He sighed, hearing Harry come down the stairs. “We will stay in.”
“Go, before I change my mind.” Harry took Abigail, bouncing her softly when she reached out for her mother. “Sh, sweet alpha.” He kissed her chubby arm, “go, omega.”
