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Harry closes his laptop and sets it aside as his husband of ten years hands him what he knows is the perfect cup of tea. The couch dips beside him as Louis crosses one leg underneath himself and sits sideways so the two men are facing each other.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Harry keeps his voice soft as he takes a sip and relaxes into the couch. “How did bed time go then?”

Louis smiles into his tea as he sips before lowering it to rest it on his legs so he can answer. “Good, he’s getting so big. He gave washing his own hair a go but I rinsed it for him of course. Managed two stories out of me too, the little stinker.”

“Can’t believe he’ll be starting school after next week. Feels like yesterday the nurse was handing him over to us at the hospital and now Carter is starting school,” Harry remembers back four short years ago the day their son, Carter was born.

“You know,” Louis’ eyes suddenly have a sensual look to them, “when he is in school we’ll be able to do more adult activities during my lunch hour.”

“It’ll be nice to have more time for just the two of us,” Harry agrees while taking another drink of tea. “It’s been so long since we’ve properly made love, Lou. While I’m always up for one of your amazing blow jobs, I’ve been really missing feeling you inside of me.”

“It has been too long, my dick is feeling neglected and I miss your perky little bum.”

Just as Harry is leaning in to kiss his husband, quiet footsteps come creeping down the hallway. Harry connects their lips with a quick peck and a groan before he turns to find Carter standing in the doorway, a guilty look on his face.

“What do you need, monkey?” Harry uses the nickname he had first given Carter when he started to learn to climb.

“I have a drink, Daddy?” Carter’s small voice is barely above a whisper.

“Bring your water bottle out and I’ll make sure it’s full for you,” Louis answers before Harry can say a word. “I’m going to shower, meet you in bed in a few though?”

“Thanks, Lou,” Harry grabs Louis’ hand before he walks away and brings it to his mouth for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Hazza Bear,” Louis smiles like the sun over his shoulder.

“I am going to make more of an effort to spend more time with you this week, Boo Bear,” Harry promises. “It’s been too long and we really need to put each other as more of a priority.”

“I’m going to hold you to it, my love,” Louis winks at him before meeting Carter in the kitchen.

MONDAY

Sticking his head into Carter’s room, finding him finally asleep, Harry quietly shuts the door and walks down the hall to throw another load into the washing machine. Once the sheets and Carter’s clothes are in, he takes off his own clothes and throws them in as well before tossing in a soap pod and turning it on.

Before heading for a much needed shower, Harry casually walks naked through the kitchen to quickly throw together a sandwich with a side of veggie sticks for Louis and leaves the plate on the counter for him to find.

He still hasn’t heard Louis come through the front door when he turns the shower on but knows he’ll be home for lunch very soon. They were lucky enough early in their marriage to find their dream home within walking distance to Louis' work which he took advantage of and came home for lunch most days. Louis never needed an excuse to spend time with his two favourite people so he always looked forward to eating lunch with Harry and Carter.

Harry relieved himself before stepping into the shower, taking a moment to let the warm water cascade over his shoulders and down his body. As his muscles started to relax, Harry washed his face with his facial scrub he recently treated himself too. Tossing his head back carefully and closing his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair to make sure it was good and wet before he shampooed it.

“Mind if I join you,” Louis’ voice startles Harry’s eyes open.

“Hey, Lou,” Harry smiles and opens the shower door for Louis to step in. “I didn’t hear you come in before I hopped in. I left a sandwich on the counter for you, sorry it’s not much, this morning has been something else.”

“I love sandwiches, I am also perfectly capable of making myself lunch as well,” Louis twirls his finger in the air to motion for Harry to turn around.

Doing as he was told, Harry spins, it isn’t long before Louis’ skilled fingers are massaging shampoo into his scalp and rinsing it out again.

They didn’t have a long shower, knowing Louis’ lunch was only an hour. Both men wrap towels around their waist and Harry checks that Carter is still sleeping on his way past his son’s room to get dressed once again.

“Hazza?” Louis’ voice is gentle, “Tell me about your morning. Why is Carter sleeping?”

“Oh Lou,” Harry sighs dramatically and allows gravity to throw himself on their bed. “We were practicing writing his name and out of nowhere he threw up. He and I were laying in his bed reading books and he threw up again. I’ve cleaned it all up and the final load of laundry is in the washer so I needed a shower. I’ve given him something for the fever and he's sleeping, hopefully for a little while.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with all that by yourself, baby,” Louis looks sympathetically at Harry. “I can stay home this afternoon and take care of him.”

“Don’t be silly, Lou,” Harry makes grabby hands, pulling his husband on the bed with him. “I can manage and beside, he is sleeping. I can, however, think of the perfect way to spend your lunch hour since he is asleep.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Harry stands on the bed straddling Louis. Fiddling for a moment with his towel, he rips it off and tosses it to the floor. Grinning wide, he wraps his hand around the base of his flaccid shaft and makes a windmill out of it. Louis’ giggle is worth every second of his morning.

Harry lays his body on top of Louis’ and connects their lips. The two easily fall into the familiar rhythm, like their lips are dancing the most perfect dance. It doesn’t take very long for Louis’ hands to trail up his sides, down his back and to his bum.

Feeling his dick twitch as Louis kneads handfuls of his cheeks. It feels as though it’s been so long since they’ve spent time together like this. Enjoying each other’s bodies and presence. He moans into Louis’ mouth which apparently makes Louis fatten up a little more too.

Harry shuffles down so he can flick Louis’ nipple with his tongue before he creates a trail of kisses the rest of the way down his torso. Taking a brief moment, he sucks a bruise into Louis’ hip and rubs his thumb over it while smiling up and locking eyes with his husband.

“Love you so much, baby,” Louis breathes out.

“Love you too, Lou,” Harry says between the kisses he places all the way down Louis’ erect dick, placing a final one over the slit on the tip of it. “Especially love how hard you still get for me...mmm… and the way you taste.”

Harry takes a firm hold on the base of Louis cock and is just about to put it in his mouth and spoil his husband when the doorbell's chime rings loudly through their house.

“Fuck, who the hell is that?” Louis asks as he props himself up on his elbows.

“I don’t know, let's ignore them,” Harry turns his attention back to his very naked husband right in front of him.

When the chime rings again Harry hangs his head while Louis pushes him off and tells him to go answer the door.

Quickly throwing on a pair of shorts from his drawer, Harry jogs quietly to the front door. Hoping that he’ll make it before whoever it is rings the bell again, not wanting Carter to wake up. He quickly adjusts himself as his dick is already starting to go limp before opening the door.

“Good afternoon,” Harry greets who appears to be a delivery driver.

“I have a package for Mr. Harry Tomlinson that will need a signature,” the man in front of him shoves an electronic device in front of Harry.

After signing for the package and thanking the delivery man, Harry sets the small box on the table beside the door and makes his way through the house to find Louis again.

Easily finding him in the kitchen, Harry props his hip and rests it on the doorway. Louis is munching on half his sandwich, standing near the fridge and rearranging the magnetic letters his twin sisters, Phoebe and Daisy, gave Carter for his second birthday. When Louis stands back, seemingly admiring his work, Harry wraps his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder.

Harry looks over the words Louis has just finished making, ‘taint’, ‘scrotum’, and ‘anus’.

“Who was it?” Louis’ voice sounds very lackluster.

“I forgot my new lens was coming today, needed my signature.” Harry followed Louis’ eyes to the top of the fridge, above Carter’s reach. The word ‘ass’ in the middle with the number ‘1’ underneath it. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

“It happens, Hazza,” Louis swallows the last of his sandwich before he turns in Harry’s arms and kisses his forehead. “I’ve got to get my shirt and get back to work. I’ll see you both tonight, give Carter a kiss and cuddle for me when he gets up.”

Harry looks back to the number ‘1’ on the fridge as Louis leaves. It is almost as if it's taunting him.

TUESDAY

Half an hour before the alarm goes off in the morning, Harry is jolted awake by an over excited four year old.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Carter whisper screams in Harry’s ear. “It morning and you need wake up now.”

“Hey there, Rockstar,” Harry’s bleary eyes looked to his son. “You feeling better this morning?”

“Yup, we make Poppa toads and beans, please?” Carter looks over to where Louis is very clearly pretending to be asleep and hiding a laugh in his pillow.

“You want to make Poppa toad in the hole with beans for breakfast this morning?” Harry clarifies as he nudges Louis with his arm and sits up.

“Good idea, Daddy,” Carter’s grin shines as bright as Louis’ does. “Don’t be nakey though.”

Carter yells over his shoulder as he takes off running out of their bedroom.

“Oh, but I like you nakey,” Louis finally lets his laugh escape. “I like surprise breakfasts more though.”

Harry gives Louis a kiss and gets out of bed. Looking over his shoulder he can see Louis watching him walk over to their dresser to find something comfortable to put on. “You might as well get up and shower, your highness. Breakfast will be ready shortly, My Lord.”

“You love cooking with Carter and you know it,” Louis chimes as he makes the bed behind himself.

“I do and we love cooking for you. I’m just glad he’s feeling better today, I’d hate for him to have to miss his first day of school on Monday because he’s sick.” Harry closes the bedroom behind him as he meets Carter in the kitchen, already washing his hands.

The Tomlinson family have a nice breakfast together before Harry and Carter decide to walk Louis to work. They take the long way home through the woods since Harry brought his camera along. Their entire morning is spent with Carter exploring and discovering everything they pass while Harry snaps photo after photo.

His love of photography came from his grandfather. After he passed away years ago, Harry decided he was going to make a career of it and went to school to learn more about editing and taking better photos. Louis and their mother’s have always been his biggest supporters through his journey to becoming a professional.

His career took a side step when he and Louis decided to have Carter. It was important to them both that Carter have one of his parents raise him. Harry never gave it a second thought when he gladly volunteered for Louis to continue on his path to become an audiologist.

It was still good though, Harry booked shoots around Louis schedule. Often early evenings or on the weekends. Editing was often done during the day when Carter was taking a nap, or lately working beside Harry on his letters and numbers or whatever Harry had showed him that morning.

When they eventually got back home, they looked through some of the photos together and Carter asked if they could send a picture of him smelling a purple flower to his Nannies. Harry did just that.

The two spent their afternoon playing in Carter’s room with his new cars on his car mat. Carter happily helped Harry make dinner and even set the table. After dinner, Louis and Carter kicked a ball around the back yard.

Harry was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table and editing software open on his laptop. That is where Louis and Carter found him when they came in for a drink and a rest.

“How’s work, Hazza Bear?” Louis kisses the top of his head and hands a cold glass of water over his shoulder.

“I’m just playing around with some of the shots I took of Carter this morning,” Harry accepts the drink and sets his laptop on the table as Carter runs his way.

“Daddy,” Carter starts as he jumps next to Harry and cuddles into his side briefly. “I watch the fingers song, please?”

“Sure, then it will be time to get ready for bed.” Harry gulps down the rest of his water and sets his glass down and picks up his laptop again.

Louis takes the seat in the middle of their couch as Harry carries his laptop to the other side of their living room, searching youtube for the finger family collection video he had found sometime last week that Carter just couldn’t seem to get enough of. Once the video started to play, he put the laptop on a small table in front of where Carter was sitting in a bean bag chair.

Making his way back across the room, he takes Louis’ glass from him and sets it beside his own before crawling on top of his husband. Harry’s calves settle either side of Louis’ lap and on instinct, warm hands run their way around Harry’s upper thighs.

“What are you doing, my love?” Louis’ voice is quiet yet has a rumble Harry can feel deep inside.

“I happen to know that Carter is already completely lost in that video. The world could fall apart around him for the next 30 minutes and he would have no idea,” Harry brings his face closer to his husbands.

“So what is your plan exactly considering our son is right over there, video or not?”

Harry chooses not to answer verbally, instead he brings his lips to meet Louis’ and softly kisses his husband. They start off sweet, innocent, and loving with no heat or rush behind them. Just two husbands lazily making out on their sofa.

It doesn’t take long for them to get completely lost in each other, Louis takes Harry’s bottom lip gently between his teeth and tugs until his mouth opens with a silent ah sound slipping out. Harry sticks out his tongue and searches Louis’ out, tasting each other.

The hand Harry had on the back of Louis’ neck grips a little firmer as he feels Louis’ hands begin to massage the top of his thighs, fingers dipping ever so slightly to the inside teasingly.

Getting lost in each other was something they had always done. Finding it easy to ignore the world in favour of each other, whether it be kissing or talking or just being together. Harry and Louis had always been wrapped up in their own little world.

Right now, it seems, was no different, as they continue to kiss and enjoy being together. After what felt like forever, Harry felt Louis pull away from him slightly.

“I feel like we’re being watched,” Louis gives Harry another peck before they pull completely away from each other.

Harry turns his body so he can look over his shoulder easier and finds Carter standing five feet away from them. Harry’s face immediately went warm as he realizes they were so wrapped up together that they didn’t hear the video end.

“Carter, love,” Louis starts, “how long have you been standing there?”

Carter shrugged his shoulders and climbed onto the couch to sit next to his Poppa, Harry quickly climbing off and taking a seat on Louis’ other side.

“We’re sorry,” Harry wasn’t really sure what he should say.

“It okay, Daddy,” Carter smiles at them both sweetly. “You done tissing my Poppa now? He need to help me washin my hair.”

His eyes flick over to Louis wordlessly to find his husband hiding a giggle in the crook of his elbow. Obviously he was on his own so he turns back to Carter to answer, “uh, yeah, sweetheart. Poppa is going to go help you get ready for bed now.”

After a warning glare, Harry shoves Louis up where he follows his family into the kitchen. Harry pulls a water bottle out of the cupboard to fill it with water for Carter. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Louis walk over to the fridge where he takes a hold of the magnetic number ‘2’ and places it next to yesterday’s number ‘1’ with a small snap sound.

WEDNESDAY

Date night - Harry had been planning for it since Louis’ mother, Jay, had invited Carter to spend the night when they were there for the weekly Sunday lunch last weekend.

As soon as Louis leaves to go back to work after lunch, Harry and Carter make their way to the grocery store to pick up a few essential ingredients for a new recipe he had in mind. He found this amazing looking recipe he had been dying to try and decided that tonight would be the perfect time.

They also stop at a home décor store so Harry could pick up a bunch of new candles. By the time Carter choses a nice table runner, they were running a bit later than Harry would have liked.

Carter plays with his toys while Harry empties their bags, putting things away that belong in the fridge. Harry digs through a bin in their storage room for their fairy lights they use on the tree at Christmas.

“Daddy, it tree time?” Carter looks up from his line of cars he was driving on the carpet.

“No,” Harry shakes his head, reaching his hand out for Carter to take it and follow him outside to their patio. “I’m going to surprise Poppa with a special dinner tonight. I thought we could put up these pretty lights and set the table all fancy and light Daddy’s new candles. What do you think?”

Carter moves around the candles as Harry puts the lights on the ceiling of their gazebo and winds some more down the posts.

“Looks, beautiful Daddy,” Carter wraps an arm around Harry’s leg and smiles up at him. “Poppa love it.”

“I think Poppa will love it too, Rockstar.” Harry lifts Carter up in his arms, carrying him back into the house. “How would you like to watch a movie while Daddy starts getting things ready for dinner?”

“Bucky please, Daddy,” Carter claps in his delight.

As the movie plays, Harry begins to prep dinner as his phone rings.

“Hi, Jay,” Harry answers after seeing her name pop up on the screen.

“Hello, love,” Jay’s voice doesn’t have it’s usual pep. “I’m afraid I have some bad news for you, Harry.”

“Is everyone alright?” Harry freezes his movements.

“No, well they will be,” she hurries out so Harry won’t worry. “I hate to cancel on you at the last minute like this but I’d hate to be the reason Carter calls in sick on his first day of school. Daisy was sick the other day but it seems she’s shared it with Doris and Ernie.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that, Jay,” Harry’s shoulders slump but he continues cooking regardless. “It must have come from Carter, he was sick Monday but I can assure you that it only lasts about 24 hours.”

“Yeah, Daisy spent the day in bed when it was her turn. Seems we’ll just have to wait for it to do the rounds. I know how much you and Louis were looking forward to an evening alone. I’m really sorry to have to do this to you, love.”

“Don’t you worry yourself about,” Harry tries to sound upbeat. “Lou and I will be just fine, there will be other nights. You just worry about taking care of those kids and yourself..”

Harry was cut off by another apology from Jay as she quickly states she has to go, seems someone was being sick and hangs up the phone.

An hour later, as dinner finishes up in the oven, Harry takes Carter outside to turn on the lights and set out the cutlery glasses.

“Let’s do colours, Daddy,” Carter insists when Harry turns on the soft white setting. “Colours are prettier, white is not nicer.”

Sighing quietly to himself, Harry flicks the setting to the flashing multicoloured lights. It was at that moment that Louis makes himself known.

“What have we got going on out here?” Louis looks at the set up as his two favourite people turn.

“Poppa!” Carter squeals in delight and runs into Louis’ arms. “We make it special for you.”

“It looks amazing, thank you so much,” Louis kisses Carter’s cheek before resting his free hand on Harry’s waist and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

Harry watches as Louis’ eyes float over the table setting. He realizes when Louis sees the Bucky Barnes plate sat along with the two fancier settings. Giving him a wobbly smile, Harry explains how his siblings are sick and how Carter was going to be joining them for the evening.

“I get to have special dinner with Daddy and Poppa?” Carter jumps up and down where he is standing at Louis’ feet.

To say Louis wasn’t thrilled when he saw what Harry had so lovingly made them for dinner would be an understatement. Opting to join their son and have plain pasta with butter, Harry’s shoulders slump down all the way, he knew Louis would clearly be able to see how disappointed he was in the whole evening.

Feeling bad for ruining Harry’s efforts, Louis takes the plate of eggplant and happily eats it. He even ends up admitting that it doesn’t taste as bad as he thought it would.

The family of three have a really nice chat while they eat. It’s not long after they finish that Carter starts to yawn.

“Why don’t I clean up tonight while you put Carter to bed?” Louis offers kindly. “It’s not bath night so you two can snuggle and have a story.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Carter exclaims through another yawn. “Can we do the one with the princess and horsey, please?”

“Course we can, my little Rockstar,” Harry offers Carter his hand as they walk back into the house and get ready for bed.

Leaving Carter with a kiss on his forehead and wishes of sweet dreams, Harry quietly closes his son’s bedroom door behind him and makes his way back to his husband.

He finds Louis sitting on the patio couch, skin glowing perfectly under the soft yellow lights Harry had wanted to have with dinner. Taking a seat facing his husband and throwing his feet on top of his lap, Harry takes the glass of wine being offered to him.

“Thank you so much for the lovely dinner, I really appreciate the extra effort you put in with this whole set up, love,” Louis' smile could light up a dark room. “I’m sorry it turned out exactly how you planned.”

“Thanks, Lou,” Harry looked downward into his wine and took a sip. “I just wanted to surprise you with a romantic meal. Planned to woo you before bed as well but I guess that isn’t happening again.”

“Hazza,” Louis sounds sympathetic and sets his wine glass down on a side table. “You impress me each and every single day, my love. You are the best Daddy to Carter while running your very own photography business and killing it, by the way.”

Harry sniffles but leans into Louis’ open arms, feeling his husband press a kiss to his head. He lets himself completely relax in his loving arms, the arms that make him feel safe and always allow him to be completely himself.

“I also think that having Carter be a part of special things like tonight is so important in teaching him for his future. Today you showed him how crucial it is that he takes time to show his partner how much he loves him. We also helped him to see that it is something he should expect to see from his other half as well. That alone is such an important lesson that I, for one, am proud to show my son. I want him to see how much his Daddies love each other,” Louis finished with a gentle, loving kiss to Harry’s lips.

“Lou, what have I ever done to deserve you?” Harry whispered against Louis’ lips. “Luckiest man alive.”

The two spent the rest of their evening wrapped up in each other’s arms, talking and kissing. Agreeing that nights like this are just as important in creating intimacy in any relationship. When they decided it was finally time to call it a day, Louis wordlessly moved the magnet number ‘3’ to the line up, giving Harry a smile that he hoped would convey how sorry he was.

Thursday

Thursday morning starts off like any other week - Carter and Harry seeing Louis off to work after breakfast. They make quick work of cleaning up and decide on leftover pasta for lunch and chicken for dinner.

Carter is sitting at the table drawing a picture while Harry sits across from him, notebook and pen in hand. Looking over what’s on sale first, Harry makes a mental list of meals for the next week or two and writes down all the things he will need to get at the store.

“Hey, Rockstar,” Harry looks up from his completed list.

“Yeah, Daddy?” Carter looks up from his paper.

“How about we go to the shops today? We still need to buy you a lunch box and a water bottle for school next week then we can meet Poppa for a picnic and buy our groceries.” Harry explains while he tidies up his area and encourages Carter to do the same.

“That’s a lot, Daddy,” Carter says with as much enthusiasm as Louis usually has when he mentions going shopping.

“It is but you’ll get to pick your lunch box and show Poppa at lunch. What do you think he might like to eat on our picnic?” Harry helps Carter tie his shoes as they go over the steps again, trying to teach him how to do it himself.

After the third store, they were finally able to find the lunch box of Carter’s dream. It took exactly 30 seconds for him to spot it before it was wrapped tightly in his arms, matching water bottle dangling off his finger tips.

“I got it, Daddy,” Carter jumps up and down with excitement.

“You certainly did,” Harry couldn’t help but pop a dimpled smile. “Let’s go pay for them, Rockstar. We’re gonna need to be quick grabbing lunch so that we catch Poppa before he leaves.”

They made their way to a pita shop down the street and walked out a few minutes later with their lunch before driving to Louis building and parking. They find him still in his office, hunched over a stack of files folders behind his computer.

“Poppa, Poppa, Poppa,” Carter runs full tilt across the small room and right into Louis’ lap. “Daddy tooked me to find this coolest lunch box.” Holding it up and pushing it into Louis’ face so he could see. “I know you like it too cause it’s Bucky and ‘Merica on it.”

“Wow, that is so cool, Carter,” Louis grins at his son as he pushes his hands slightly away from his face so he could actually see what he was being shown. “What a lucky boy you are. What are you both doing here?”

“We surprised you, Daddy has lunch,” Carter hops off Louis’ knee and holds his hand out so he can pass Louis his lunch. “Pita, Poppa.”

“What a fantastic surprise,” Louis walks around his desk, takes the pita from Carter and kisses Harry’s lips. “It’s nice that you both came here, I was just about to text you and tell you I wasn’t going to be home today.”

“Figured today was a good day to finish up the loose ends for school and get groceries,” Harry shrugged. “When we get back I’m going to put together some freezer meals and Carter is going to help organize some of his school snacks so that he’ll be able to help us pack his lunch every day.”

“Yup,” Carter puffs his shoulders proudly, “we gonna pick some stuff for my new Bucky box.”

“Sounds like you both have a busy day planned as well,” Louis relaxes into Harry’s arms.

“Mind if Carter and I stay here and eat with you? You can keep working if you need to,” Harry offered.

“That would be nice, yeah,” Louis smiles down at Carter. “I can take a few minutes to eat with my two favourite people in the entire world.”

After lunch, they say goodbye to Louis and make their way to the grocery store. Brenda, from the bakery gives Carter a cookie and they chat for a few minutes saying thank you and finishing off their shop.

“Daddy,” Carter asks as he is climbing back into the car. “I have some fishies, please?”

“You can have some for a snack when we get home..”

“But Daddy,” Carter wines, “I is hungry now and need to have fishies now.”

“You will get no goldfish if you keep whining like that,” Harry looked seriously at his son while putting his seat belt on. “I said you can wait until we get home to have some.”

The care ride home was silent, the only sound being Harry’s hum to the songs on the radio. Carter helps carry some of the lighter things inside before running off to find his toys. Using his time wisely, Harry makes quick work of putting things away.

His afternoon went by fast and with Carter’s help, they managed to get everything ready for school on Monday. The kitchen, however, was a mess after making a few freezer meals as well that night's dinner.

Dinner was quiet that night, everyone seeming tired after a long day. Carter asks if he can watch a movie with his dads.

“Why don’t you and Poppa snuggle on the couch and start the movie? I’ll clean the table and finish cleaning up the day's mess in the kitchen before I join you two,” Harry offers, knowing he gets more one-on-one time with their son than Louis.

“I’ll help you clean the table, love,” Louis got up from his seat and stacked the dishes into a pile. “Carter, hun, why don’t you go put your toys away and then pick a movie?”

“Okay, Poppa,” Carter yawns and slowly walks to his pile of toys in the other room.

Nearly an hour later, Harry is humming to himself to the familiar Avenger’s songs playing from the TV in the other room. He can’t help but feel nothing but happiness as his thoughts roam to the future of his family.

Harry startles when he feels a pair of warm hands snake around his sides, fingers sneaking under the hem of his shirt and warm palms resting on his stomach. Louis’ moist lips connecting with Harry’s neck, kissing up the side and stopping at the spot just below his ear that always drives him mad.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Hazza,” Louis voice is deep and exactly the way that turns Harry on. “Want to fill you up, make you feel so good. I want to make you let go and leave marks so everyone knows how good you make me feel too.”

Gasping quietly, Harry takes his hands out of the soapy water and rests them on the counter in front of him. He tilts his head to the side, giving Louis more access and he definitely takes what is given to him.

Louis’ lips grab hold of Harry’s earlobe and before long Harry is sporting a semi in his joggers. He keeps working until Harry can’t hold back and turns himself in Louis’ arms. Harry feels an immediate smile cross Louis’ lips as they connect with his own.

“What about Carter, babe?” Harry softly mumbles against his husband's mouth.

“He fell asleep on the couch 20 minutes ago,” Louis answers back, voice already sounding husky.

‘Mhmm’ is how Harry reacts while his hands complete the hug. Their mouths connect once again in a heated kiss. Harry can feel Louis is growing just as hard as he is as he puts one leg between Louis’ and they lean back together, Harry supporting them on the counter.

“I have tisses with my Daddies too?” Carter suddenly appears in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Harry quickly breaks the kiss and moves his hands to rest on Louis’ sides, heart beat racing. He looks around Louis and smiles down at his son, hearing Louis groan into his shoulder.

“Daddy and Poppa will always give you a kiss, my gorgeous boy,” Harry pushes apart from Louis, bending over to pick up the little boy.

They each give Carter a quick kiss to either cheek, satisfying him and he nuzzles his head into Harry’s other shoulder.

“Come on, Rockstar, time to get you to bed.” Harry reaches and pulls the plug in the drain, tomorrow is another day. “Why don’t you have a shower while I get him into bed, Lou.”

By the time Carter is dressed in his pajamas, teeth brushed, and tucked snuggly into bed, Harry hears the shower turn off and Louis’ creaky steps down the hall toward their room. After the second story, Carter is sound asleep so Harry leaves a kiss on his forehead before putting the books back on the shelf.

After he brushes his teeth, Harry quietly makes his way to his bedroom to finish getting ready for bed. As soon as he steps into the room he spots Louis laying on his back, arms flopped on his chest where his cell phone was dropped.

Sighing to himself, Harry threw on his favourite sleep shorts and made his way through the house to make sure the doors were locked and lights were shut off. On his way through the kitchen he made a brief stop at the fridge, moving the ‘4’ to the top beside the ‘3’.

Friday

Harry is the first one awake the next morning. He goes to the kitchen in just his sleep shorts, hung low because the waistband is losing its elasticity. He shreds some cheese and cracks a few eggs into a bowl. Once his pan is hot he pours the mixture in and scrambles the eggs. 

Turning the element to the stove off when the eggs are just about ready, he puts bread in the toast and gets out three plates. He hears a sigh and turns to see Louis staring at the magnets on the fridge.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you last night, love,” Louis met Harry half way for a morning kiss.

“It’s fine, babe,” Harry puts his hands on Louis’ shoulders so that his husband knows he’s serious. “I love you and spending time with my family is the most important thing to me, okay. There will be time for fun stuff later.”

Louis just wiggled his eyebrows as he flicked on the kettle to make tea.

Over breakfast, the family of three discussed what their day would look like. Louis planned on being home a tad early so Harry could make his early evening appointment with a newly engaged couple for their photo shoot. Carter also contributed by letting his dads know that he wanted to cut and paste a picture for his Nannies and bake a surprise for his Poppa.

It wasn’t long after Louis had left for work that Harry’s phone started to ring, it was Louis.

“Hey, babe,” he answered, “what’s going on?”

“I’m afraid I have some unfortunate news. I won’t be home until late now because I have to give Ralph’s seminar for him. He just called in and his mom isn’t well and he’s at the hospital with her,” Louis’ muttered.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll see if Liam has plans for tonight. Worst case scenario I’ll just take Carter with me and he can watch something on my phone.”

“I’m so sorry, love,” Harry could hear in Louis’ voice how much he hated to mess up Harry’s work schedule.

“See you later love, have a good day at work,” Harry sent kisses through the phone before he hung up.

Thankfully Liam didn’t have plans and agreed to hang out with Carter until Louis or Harry got home that night.

“Thanks again, Li,” Harry called as he tied up his shoes, gear already in his car. “Money for pizza is on the counter and Carter, you be good for Uncle Liam alright?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Carter ran into Harry’s arms for a hug and quick kiss before he ran back into the house.

Harry quickly got into his car and drove to the location for his shoot so that he could set up a few things before the couple joined him and they could get started.

The shoot had been going great up until the point a bird pooped on the groom’s shirt. Harry had gotten some really cute shots of the bride-to-be helping clean the shirt. Being the nice guy that he was, he told them he would wait the half hour it would take for the groom to run home and grab a new shirt after they couldn’t get the first one clean and dried.

By the time Harry pulls into the driveway back home, he turns off the car and lets his shoulders sag. At least Louis had beat him home, his car replaced by Liam’s SUV. He locks the car, deciding to leave his equipment until the next day.

“Hey babe,” Harry gives Louis a peck on the cheek when he finds him in their room putting away the rest of the clean laundry. “Sorry I took longer, we had some wardrobe issues. How did the seminar go?”

“It went smooth enough,’ Louis responded while sitting on the edge of the bed, watching his husband strip his clothes for sleeping. “Carter, however, was a menace to put to bed thanks to Liam.”

“Oh?” Harry stood slightly shocked, Liam had always been great with Carter so he couldn’t imagine what their lifelong friend could have possibly done.

“They ordered pizza and Liam let Carter choose the movie,” Louis widened his legs as Harry stepped between them, resting his hands on Harry’s deliciously meaty thighs. “Carter wanted to watch Batman because it is Liam’s favourite. Which is fair enough and fine but they watched Dark Knight.”

“Liam seriously thought that was a good choice for a four year old?” Harry questioned while encouraging his husband to lay back on the bed.

“Apparently they didn’t finish it because Carter was too scared but it seems as though they watched enough that it took a lot of distraction to get him to fall asleep. Hopefully he stays asleep then or we’re going to have a long night.”

Louis places his lips against Harry’s, whispering I love you and letting his hands roam over the back of Harry’s body. Harry kisses him back with just as much love and care; none of what they are doing is rushed.

Before anything could go any further, a rushed knock is heard and their bedroom door swings open. Little feet stomping across the floor, sounding far too heavy for the small body causing the sound.

Harry leaps across the bed just as Carter hops into his arms, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he trembles slightly. He wraps his arms tightly around his son and can feel his heart beating fast.

“Hey, hey,” voice soft and calming, “my little Rockstar, talk to us. Tell us what has you so upset.”

“Joker, Daddy,” Carter sniffs, “he gonna make me smile?”

“Oh, love,” Louis tries to soothe their son by running his hands through his dirty blonde curls. “It was just a movie, my darling. Joker isn’t real and he can’t hurt you. You’ll be alright, love, why don’t we get you back into your bed and you can get some sleep, huh?”

Carter just shakes his head and curls tighter into Harry’s body, seeking protection from his Dad.

“Lou,” Harry tsks, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” He turns his attention back to Carter, trying to comfort him. “How about you spend the night here with us? You can sleep between Poppa and I tonight, we’ll keep you safe.”

Carter mumbles an okay and crawls his way to the middle of the bed, laying his head on a pillow and pulling the covers over himself.

Harry places a kiss on Carter's head and makes his way to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. As he stands in the doorway, making his way back to be with his family. He freezes when he hears Louis' voice quietly talking to their son.

“You’re such a cock block,” Harry can hear the frustration in his voice. A similar frustration rumbles within himself.

“Louis William,” Harry keeps his voice low but firm so he knows he means business, “mind joining me for a minute.”

Louis stomps across the room, maybe he knows what he is about to face.

“Can we just go to bed,” Louis sighs, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired.”

“You can not call our son a cock block, what the hell?” Harry chastises.

“Well he is, biggest cock block I know,” Louis throws his hands in the air and grunts.

“I’m frustrated too, babe,” Harry places his hands on Louis' hips. “What I wouldn’t give just to get your dick in mouth and to be able to touch you, Lou. I’m so horny all the bloody time and everytime we have a moment alone something fucks it up and I get it. Calling our son names like that, come on Lou, you’re better than that.”

Louis’ eyes drift to the floor, not being able to look up at Harry. Fuck why is he always right .

“Come to bed, Lou,” Harry gently raises Louis’ chin, forcing him to look at him, “please?”

“I’m going to wank in the shower,” Louis pulls himself away from Harry and strips the rest of his clothes off before turning on the shower.

Disappointment is the only thing Harry feels at the moment. Deciding it best not to react, Harry leaves the bathroom. He makes sure to close the door behind him firmly enough to let Louis know that he is upset but quiet enough to ensure Carter doesn’t wake up again.

He falls asleep beside his son that night, longing for some much needed alone time with his husband. Achingly aware of what he was doing in the bathroom, alone.

Saturday

Carter woke Harry up in the morning with a plate full of pancakes and a lukewarm cup of tea, Louis smiling in the doorway.

“Daddy,” Carter jumps with joy, “Poppa helped me make you breakfast for your bed.”

“Breakfast in bed,” Louis corrects. “Thought you might like to sleep in this morning and Carter asked for pancakes.”

“Thank you,” Harry smiles.

Patting the bed beside him, Harry encourages Carter and Louis to join him and together they share his breakfast

Once the family is ready for the day, the three of them ride their bikes to the park. They finally make their way back home just before lunch. Harry heats up the leftover pizza and Louis asks Carter if he wants to kick the play around in the backyard.

Harry mouths a thank you as he opts not to go out and play with them. He uses his time to upload photos and manages to make a good start on editing a few before he decides to make a start on dinner.

“Daddy,” Carter calls while taking a glass of water from a sweaty Louis. “We make cookies for after dinner?”

“That is a good idea, rockstar,” Harry gladly set the needed ingredients on the counter.

Around an hour later, while they are rolling the cookie dough onto the baking sheets, Carter mindlessly has a question for Harry.

“Daddy, what does cock block mean?”

“Uh,” Harry stumbles over his words, unsure exactly what he should say, “It’s uh nothing, nothing you need to concern yourself about anyway, rockstar. How about you ask Poppa to put on a movie for you and then tell him Daddy wants to talk to him in the kitchen?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Carter dries his hands and runs off, yelling for Louis.

Harry is just finishing putting the cookies in the oven when Louis comes in, “What’s up, love?”

“Our four year old son just asked me what a cock block is, Louis,” his voice was steady and without emotion.

When Louis only responded with a giggle, Harry could feel anger and frustration start to rise within him.

“This is serious, Lou,” putting his hands on his hips, his eyebrows narrowed. “How do you not understand how inappropriate that is?”

“Relax, Haz,” Louis relaxes and makes sure to make his face more serious. “He’s too young and doesn’t understand what it means.”

“That’s why he asked me,” Harry huffs. “He is starting school on Monday and he is going to be learning to read and write. Words like ‘taint’ and ‘ball sack’ can’t be on our fridge anymore. Our boy is growing up and you need to too, Lou.”

“It’s funny and I’ve always been this way,” Louis shrugged it off. “It always used to make you laugh.”

“I know and it’s still funny but not appropriate when we have a little boy running around who will soon be able to read and understand. You just need to be more careful of your audience and not call our son a bloody cock block.”

“Well he is,” sighing, Louis takes a step toward his husband. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen your taint or your ball sack, baby and I can’t get these dirty thoughts out of my head. I want you so bad, baby.”

Argh , Harry lets out a frustrated cry. “You don’t think I’m feeling the same way. I get it Lou and I’m going through all of the same feelings but we’re parents. Our kids have to come first and that has meant our own wants and needs haven taken a back seat. I know that it isn’t okay and that it’s just as important that we get time with each other and I’ve been trying to make that happen and it’ll get better, it will but I just…”

“You just let our son interrupt our time,” Louis interrupted. “You gave in straight away and let him sleep with us when we finally had a moment together, Harry.”

“Why are you not getting it, Lou?”

Letting his frustration for Louis and the sexual frustration that had been building all week take over, he kneels down and swipes his hands across the letters. Messily scrambling them so words were no longer visible. He then finds the numbers ‘5’ and ‘6’ and places them next to Louis’ lame count. “There, I’ve solved the problem."

Sunday

Harry wakes before his husband the next day so he carefully gets out of bed and tiptoes down the hall to Carter’s room.

“Morning, Daddy,” his son’s sleepy voice startles him slightly.

“Morning, Rockstar,” Harry leans down and places a kiss on Carter’s forehead.

“You thinkin’ I could play in my room this mornin’ Daddy?” Carter shoves the covers off himself and sits on the side of his bed while he waits for a reply.

“Yeah, that sounds like a fun morning,” Harry nods. “I’m going to climb back in bed with Poppa for a little bit, okay bud? If you need us for something please make sure you knock first.”

“Otay, Daddy,” Carter smiles and jumps across his room, pulling out all of his toys.

Harry shuts the door behind him before sauntering back to his own room. He pulls off his sleep shorts, leaving him completely naked, before crawling back under the blanket behind a still sleeping Louis.

Making sure his hands aren’t too cold, he snakes his hand arm around Louis’ body and holds him against himself. Louis moans and stretches his legs out but doesn’t yet open his eyes.

Harry places his lips gently on the back of Louis’ bare shoulder, leaving kisses up and across the skin he can reach from this angle. When Louis still isn’t willing to wake up, Harry wets his lips with his tongue and kisses his way up the side of Louis’ neck.

Stopping at the spanse of skin between Louis' jaw and behind his ear he moves his hand across his husband's stomach and up his chest. Lightly rubbing Louis’ nipples, Harry continues to mouth at the skin he could reach until Louis' lips fall open and a faint moan escapes.

“Morning,” Harry mumbles against Louis’ skin.

“What are you doing ,Hazza?” he can hear the smile in his voice before he rolls onto his back.

Harry attaches himself to the front of his husband as Louis’ hands wrap around his back. Their lips join together just as Louis’s hands discover his husband is completely naked.

“Feeling awfully bold this morning, are we?” Louis smiles against Harry, taking two full handfuls of ass.

“I checked on Carter already,” Harry started to move his hips, causing just enough friction to make it pleasurable for both of them. “He asked me if he could play in his room for a while and I’ve been jealous of your hand ever since your shower.”

“Jealous of my hand, baby,” Louis laughs. “You must get off in the shower sometimes too.”

“Never when you’re laying in bed and know it's happening. I like being the one to make you feel that way.” Harry pops his bottom lip in a full out pout.

Louis only responds by taking the lip between his teeth and biting gently. He uses his hands to still Harry's hips, causing Harry to pull back completely and look at Louis.

“Well,” Louis sounds rather ominous, “you could have rectified that and had what you wanted yesterday but you chose to punish me.”

Harry sat back on his calves, semi erect and almost pointing at Louis. This doesn’t sound very promising for the current situation .

“Really you were punishing yourself as well. So, just in spite of your choices yesterday, I am choosing to not engage you today. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow, my love.”

“But Lou,” Harry was really disappointed, “Carter is finally entertaining himself and I told him to knock first and we’re both well on our way to hard. Can I just blow you at least?”

“No, Harold,” Louis sits up, placing a quick kiss on his nose before getting out of bed and getting dressed.

Harry lets out a loud groan of disapproval and childishly throws himself onto the bed, face in the pillow. “You’re such a little shit, babe.”

“And you love me,” Louis smirks over his shoulder before making his way to the kitchen and adding a ‘7’ to the list.

Monday

It was still a little early when Harry and Louis were woken up by a small ball of excited energy.

“Daddy, Poppa,” Carter calls out while simultaneously jumping up and down on the floor beside their bed. “Why you still sleeping? Today is school. We gots to go and I not bein’ able to reach the nanas.”

Harry rubs his eyes before opening them and watching as Carter runs around the bed to shake Louis, knowing he is the one that's always harder to wake in the morning.

“You’re already dressed?” Harry is surprised to see Carter has his new jeans on with all the buttons properly done up on his shirt already. “I guess you’re excited then?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he nods quickly. “I’ve got new friends to meet and they not wait for me so come, Daddy.”

Harry allows himself to be pulled across his room, still only wearing the boxer he put on after his shower last night. Into the kitchen they head where Carter points to where they keep their bananas.

After handing one to his son, he starts the water for tea and watches Carter place the fruit next to the rest of the things he has already apparently packed in his lunch.

“How long have you been awake, rockstar?” Harry is realizing it's been longer than he first thought.

“Don’t know but I knowd I need lunch at school,” he presents his lunch full of various fruits and snack foods.

“You do need lunch for school but we still have some time still before it’s time to go. How about we all have breakfast together and I’ll help you make a sandwich to take as well?”

“Great,” Carter claps his hands together loudly as they finally hear Louis coming out of his bedroom. “Can they be shapes please?”

“That’s a good idea,” Harry agrees while accepting a good morning kiss from Louis.

Louis takes over making the morning tea, always very particular about the way he drinks his. It had taken a couple of years for Louis to let Harry make his tea for him.

The family moved around each other like a choreographed dance, making their breakfast and Carter’s lunch. After they finished eating, Louis helped Carter pack everything in his rucksack and they set it by the door next to his shoes.

Before he knew it, Harry had buckled his son into his car seat and they were parking in front of his school.

“You ready to do this, Hazza?” Louis looks apprehensively over from the driver’s seat.

“Don’t really have a choice, do we babe,” Harry could already feel his eyes tearing up. “What about you, Carter?”

“Let me out of here, please,” he struggles in the back trying to get his buckles undone.

Harry and Louis both gave Carter a hug and a kiss on the cheek before Louis helped him slip his rucksack onto his back. Harry tells him to have a fun day and reminds him that he and Louis would be waiting to pick him up off the bus at the end of the day.

Then Carter took off, walking up the sidewalk with all the courage in the world. Harry felt Louis’ arm wrap around his side and pull him in as he sniffled. He had told himself he wouldn’t cry as he watched his baby go off to school but everyone that knew him knew what an impossible task that was.

Carter stops at the entrance to the giant building in front of him and spins around, waving one of his hands in the air at both of his fathers. Harry can see his lips mouthing ‘love you’ before he turns back forward and walks up to the teacher greeting him.

“Well, my love,” Louis squeezes Harry’s side and whispers into his ear, “shall we head home? We have plans of our own.”

“That we do,” Harry looks up at Louis with a dimpled smirk. Taking a hold of Louis’s hand, he drags him quickly to their car, “what are you waiting for, Tommo, take me home.”

“That hasn’t been my name for years now, Styles,” Louis opens the door for Harry to get back into their car.

“I know, babe,” Harry reaches over the console and rests his hand on his husband’s thigh, “but I just feel like a teenager again right now. I’m not likely gonna last very long.”

Louis lets out a giggle before reassuring Harry that he won’t be much better.

“I’ve already got a semi just thinking about it, Lou,” Harry can feel himself blushing. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Lucky for you it’s only me here, love,” Louis brings Harry’s hand to his mouth and gives him a gentle kiss before tangling their fingers together.

Louis makes their trip home safely in record time. Neither man waste time in the car and quickly head inside the house, Harry leading the way.

Harry kicks off his shoes and turns around, pressing Louis up against the closed door and bringing his hands to either side of his neck. He meets Louis’ lips half way and feels Louis’ tongue already swiping across his bottom lip asking for entrance. It is granted and their tongues meet in an all too familiar dance that makes the heat already in Harry’s groin grow.

It’s not long for a moan to sneak from deep within Harry’s throat. Apparently it was all the encouragement Louis needed to grip onto his hips. He felt himself being led backwards, trusting his husband to safely lead him to where he wanted him as he left a wet trail of sloppy kisses down Louis’ neck.

Feeling his bum hit something, Louis pulls him off and turns him around. Harry looks around and sees he’s standing behind the couch as a firm pair of warm hands leave his back burning as they push his torso over.

With his ass now in the air, Louis’ presence disappears momentarily then with a quick yank his pants and briefs are around his ankles.

“Lou, I-fuck,” Harry gets cut off when he feels Louis’ hands pulling his cheeks apart.

“Been waiting to properly do this,” Louis smirks before diving in tongue first.

The first lick was a swipe from his taint up the crack and past his cheeks. The feeling immediately made Harry’s knees go weak.

It didn’t take long for Louis to have Harry a complete mess as his tongue swirls and dives in and around every crevasse it could reach. Once in a while Louis would kiss or use his teeth to nibble at Harry’s hole or his cheeks around it.

“Babe, don’t wanna come like this,” Harry manages through his breathy moans. “You need to stop.”

Louis places another kiss on Harry's hole before he's gone. Harry looks over his shoulder to see Louis standing, wide grin on his face as he lays his still fully clothed body over top of Harry’s. He connects their lips agan and the two kiss for a few more minutes before Louis is whispering in Harry’s ear.

“We’ve got all day, love,” Louis’ already using his sexy voice that sends shivers over Harry’s body. “I’m gonna make you come untouched, like this and then you can make me come however you want. Don’t worry, we’ll make our way to our bed soon enough and I’ll give my cock, make it so good for you.”

“Want that, Lou,” Harry turned to find Louis’ lips again “Love you so much.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Pulling himself away, Louis was back on his knees with his tongue probing at Harry’s hole once more. It didn’t take him long to have Harry on edge, like he had before. They had been together long enough that Louis knew just how to take his husband apart and put him back together again.

Knowing that he was the one to make Harry’s face contort into the most gorgeous orgasm face he had ever had the pleasure to experience was one of the best feelings.

“That’s it, baby,” Louis encouraged, “Come for me, let me hear you, baby.”

With one last swirl of his tongue, Harry pushed his hips back just in time to miss making a mess of the back of the couch. After he took a few shaky breaths, Harry looked down and saw the floor painted with white streaks from only moments ago. Still behind him, Louis was mumbling something Harry couldn’t quite comprehend.

Harry stepped out of the clothes at his ankles and tore off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he watched Louis rid himself of his clothes as well. His cock smacked against his hip when it was freed from his briefs.

“Stand up please, babe,” Harry ordered politely. “Sit on the couch for me, want to suck you off.”

It doesn’t take long before Louis is coming down Harry’s throat, Harry moaning as he swallows.

“Damn it, Hazza,” Louis sighs as he lets his body relax into the couch. “Come here and let me kiss you, love.”

The next half hour  or so is spent making out on the couch. When both men decide they need a break, Louis gets up and declares he is going to clean up the dried come off the floor behind the couch. Harry agrees it's a good idea and scurries to the kitchen to make them a plate of fruit and two big glasses of water.

“Meet you in our room for another round, my sexy husband,” Harry calls over his shoulder.

He gives his bum an extra wiggle when he hears Louis wolf whistle, still completely naked.

When Louis arrives only moments later, Harry is laid out casually on the bed. He offers up a cup of water and a snack.

Louis lets out a loud belly laugh when he notices the bottle of lube nestled in the centre of the fruit plate. “I love how your mind works, Hazza.”

When Harry smiles back, Louis picks up a piece of apple and feeds it to Harry. They take turns feeding each other pieces of fruit, making sure to drink their water as well.

“Always take such good care of us,” Louis takes the empty dishes and sets them on the bedside table. “Now how about I take care of you, huh?”

Harry shakes his head, watching Louis crawl up his body and press his weight on top of him as their lips join together again. It doesn’t take long before his dick twitches with interest and Harry thrusts his hips upward.

Reciprocating Harry’s feelings, Louis grinds down on his husband. Together they create the perfect amount of friction to bring themselves back to full hardness. He wasn’t paying attention to Louis’ hands until he felt fingers sneak between his legs and slip into his hole.

“Just want you,” Harry says as he shuts his eyes.

“I know you don’t like fingers,” Louis shushes, “but it’s been long enough that I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fine but hurry up, Lou,” Harry pleads, “been waiting to get you properly inside me.”

“Carter is at school and the rest of the world doesn’t matter until you are properly satisfied, I promise,” Louis pulls his fingers out of Harry and gives him the scouts honour.”

Harry giggles and Louis wipes his fingers on Harry’s thigh before grabbing the lube. Squeezing out a little more than he probably needs, Harry reaches between his legs and wraps his hands around Louis’ shaft to spread the lube around before helping line Louis up.

As soon as he feels the tip of Louis’ cock breach his hole, Harry gives up all of his control and let’s his husband take over. Louis always takes the job very seriously and now is no different. Harry looks into Louis’ eyes, knowing he will be watched carefully to make sure he isn’t hurting in any way.

Soon Louis’s hips are resting against Harry’s ass cheeks, he stills himself and readjusts his knees so he can get a better thrusting angle. When Harry nods his okay, Louis slowly pulls back out and pushes in again.

The rhythm is slow and steady at first, Louis knows by the noises Harry makes when he is safe to pick up the pace. All too soon, both of them find themselves on the edge and Harry is quick to push Louis away.

“Not yet, Lou,” Harry moans, “Don’t want it to be over yet, love feeling you inside me.”

“Love being inside of you, love you,” Louis pulls back so just the tip on his cock is still inside Harry.

Harry grabs Louis' neck and brings his head so they can kiss again. When the kiss turns sloppy, Louis surprises Harry by slamming back into him.

Loud ahhs followed by yeah, right there, Lou come pouring out of Harry’s mouth. Louis wraps his hand around Harry’s shaft and strokes him as his thrusts falter slightly. Harry comes only moments before Louis, who immediately collapses on top of his husband’s sweaty body and they lay together catching their breaths.

When  his breathing is normal once again, Louis grabs a wet cloth and cleans up their mess. Tossing the cloth toward the dirty laundry hamper, Louis snuggles in close to his husband, laying his head on Harry’s firm chest.

“Thank you, babe,” Harry wraps his arm around Louis and lazily draws on his back with his finger tips. “Love you so much, Lou.”

“Love you too, Hazza,” Harry could hear the smile in his husband's voice. “Are we crazy?”

“What do you mean?”

“I just meant that Carter is just off to his first day of school and we finally have a few moments to ourselves again…”

“And we are about to welcome another little one into our family in six months?” Harry finished for Louis.

They both giggle and give each other another kiss.

“I can’t wait to finally be able to tell Carter he is going to be a big brother,” Louis' mood suddenly turns giddy with excitement.