Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

14.)All fun and games

She'd been upset all day and you noticed it. Your daughter, at the peak of turning five years old in just a week, had hung her head around all day and was unusually quiet. She usually was active, running around and playing with her baby brother Noah, who was at the early stages of his walking.

"Darcy, what's wrong, sunshine?" You tried to pry it out of her all day, but with Noah on your hip and grumpy, it was hard to have a moment to sit with her.

You watched as she shook her head, climbing on to the couch and grabbing one of her coloring books. "When is daddy coming?"

"He'll be home soon, pumpkin. Do you want to tell Mama what's wrong?" A sigh fell from her lips as she shook her head, her little body spreading across the couch. A couple of whines and groans came from Noah, his head lulling to your shoulder.

"Okay, my love. I think it's time for bed," you kissed the top of his head. "Darce, do you want to help me put Noah to sleep?"

She was always excited to help you with her brother, whether it was feeding him or putting him to sleep, she obliged to help. But you watched as she shook her head, looking up at you from her spot on the couch.

"No," she mumbled, her eyes turning to focus on the television. You felt your heart sink and the weary toddler on your hip growing impatient, wrapping his arms around your neck.

"Mama," he mumbled, his eyes tired.

"I know, baby, we're going to sleep right now." You pressed your lips to the top of his head, his curls a mess as you made your way up the stairs and to his nursery. When he realized he was close to his crib, his head fell to your chest and he sighed contently.

"You are so tired, aren't you, my mister?" He mumbled a few inaudible words, his talking now beginning to blossom. No more than a few minutes later, standing the middle of the room and rocking him, he'd fallen asleep against your chest. You shuffled over to his crib, laying him down softly as he slept. Making your way out, you turned off the light and headed downstairs.

"Darcy, do you want a snack, my love?" She was quiet, her response almost a whisper.

"No."

You were quick to make your way over to her, sitting down next to her and opening your arms. "Come here, baby."

She accepted, sitting up and crawling into your lap. Her head pressed to your chest, your cheek resting on top of it. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound coming from her breathing.

"Are you feeling okay?" You looked down at her, her eyes looking up to meet yours. She shook her head, her head tucking back down into her own chest. You raised the back of your hand to feel her forehead, making sure she didn't have a fever. "What're you feeling, sunshine?"

Your heart broke when she looked up at you, her eyes brimming with tears and she broke into sobs. "I...I want daddy." You quickly swiped the tears from her cheeks, your lips turning down and frowning.

"He'll be home soon. What's wrong, baby? What's got you all worked up?" She didn't answer, her sobs becoming more frequent.

"Okay, okay. Take it easy, breathe, baby. Daddy will be home soon and it'll be okay," you pressed your lips to her head, her face burying into your neck.

You'd never been in a situation like this; your daughter, who was usually tough, curious, and outgoing, was now balling her eyes out. You couldn't think of anything that could've been wrong; she didn't look sick, she wasn't warm. Maybe something had happened at school yesterday; maybe a child was bullying her. Your heart sank knowing there was a chance.