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November 2020.
Every morning Harry’s alarm wakes him up and a little part of him is crushed with displeasure because he’s usually so comfortable. Not a day goes by where he’s not woken up feeling warm as he’s cuddled up with his soulmate. Harry loves his job, no doubt about that, but snuggling with Louis feels a whole hell of a lot better.
However, this morning is different. The second the alarm rings into the quiet bedroom, breaking their peaceful sleep, both he and Louis jump immediately. They’re wide awake and sitting up on the bed, the sun creeping through the curtains in the bedroom, hitting both their eyes.
“Today’s the day,” Louis speaks softly, his voice very croaky first thing in the morning. Harry loves it. “I’m so excited, Harry.”
Turning to him, Harry sees the man he loves a little bit more every day. In the past two years they’ve been together since reconciling, more grey is visible on Louis’ hair and beard. But most certainly he looks more mature than the twenty-something Louis he met so many years ago.
The sun makes Louis’ eyes sparkle brighter, the blue standing significantly. His freckles are also prominent, Harry can’t help but kiss every one of them he can see, then smiles when Louis shrinks away, chuckling at Harry’s antics.
Suddenly they are laying back down, sheets wrinkled up at their feet, Louis practically on top of Harry. Comfortable with Louis’ weight on him, Harry runs his hand up and down his back.
“We’ve been waiting so long it seems like,” he whispers, humming when Louis presses a kiss on his chest. “I’m just glad the process is over.”
“Me too. No more waiting.”
Louis raises his head, leaning forward to press their lips together. Parting his lips, it allows Harry to deepen the kiss. As their tongues mingle, ignoring their morning breaths because seriously, Harry doesn’t care, a cry belts through the house.
“And Rosie’s awake,” Louis sighs, dropping his head.
“At least we don’t have to wake her up,” Harry points out. “My heart hurts when I wake her up from her sweet slumber. She always looks so peaceful.”
Louis scoffs. “Oh, that must be such a tough job. I’m the one that has to handle her crankiness for hours while you go to work.”
To that, Harry playfully shoves Louis off of him. “Hey, I’d rather deal with her crankiness than giving her a bath at night.”
That shuts Louis right up.
Rose Tomlinson-Styles was brought into the world about seven months ago, shining brighter than the sun and being the light of Harry and Louis’ lives. It took a little more than a year after getting back together for Harry to bring up surrogacy, and Louis could only get emotional and agree to it.
They were quick to get on top of the process and find a suitable person to carry their baby. After choosing a wonderful woman, Natalie, they went back and forth, eventually choosing blindly whose sperm they’d be using, knowing they would be happy no matter who’s gene their child carries. It wasn’t important to them, but little Rosie now sports the greenest eyes with an adorable set of dimples, making her biologically Harry’s. But he knows when she eventually gets older, her personality and the way she’s going to carry herself would resemble Louis.
There’s nothing like it though, being a papa to a precious little girl. Having her and embarking on this journey of fatherhood with Louis by his side always makes him wonder how he could’ve pushed this off. He waited so long for this to happen, and he loves it so much and wished they had started years ago. Rosie has made him love fatherhood and he can’t wait to do it again.
And seeing Louis being a dad? It’s something incredible to witness every day.
With a peck on the lips, Harry tells Louis he’d go get their little girl. He pulls on a pair of sweats and opts to just go without a shirt when he heads to Rosie’s room.
Her cries get louder the closer Harry gets to the room. There’s a smile on his face once he softly swings the door open, fuzzy blonde hair poking out from the crib. The once cries subside to instant squealing.
“Hey there, my little blonde beauty.” At the ass crack of dawn and Rosie has the biggest smile upon seeing her papa. When Harry goes to pick her up to get her changed, she raises her arms, babbling around as if to tell him all about her dreams throughout the night. He can only encourage her baby talk by oohing and awing as she continues. “That sounds like a wonderful dream, my love.”
Her chubby cheeks are just so alluring Harry has to pepper them with kisses, focusing a little bit more on her dimples and the little girl relishes the affection. After, he places her down on the changing table, giving her a fresh, clean diaper and an adorable outfit that Louis’ bound to get sentimental about.
Picking her up, Rosie goes straight for the curls on the back of Harry’s neck. He’s been growing it out, making his curls more defined which Rosie takes advantage of. She has no problem in playing with it and giving her papa headaches by how hard she pulls it.
“Let’s go see daddy,” Harry tells her, earning a delighted scream with pure excitement to see her other dad.
Entering their bedroom down the hall, the curtains are opened welcoming in all the sunlight but Louis’ back to the original position Harry left him in. When seeing Harry and Rosie, Louis claps with a beaming smile, opening his arms out for his squirming daughter. Harry lets her on the loose, so she could frantically crawl to Louis, who reaches for her and gives her the biggest hug.
“Well good morning, my Rosie.” This is Harry’s life. These two are his everything and he can’t imagine not having them and all of this; he’s one lucky son of a bitch.
Walking to the window to peek outside, he’s surprised to see not a cloud in sight in the Boston sky where it’s been pretty cloudy for the past week and a half.
This move had not been easy, it’s why Harry and Louis took awhile talking about it, but not making any decisions. California had always been home for the both of them, and the thought of leaving their families and friends behind and set off to the East Coast saddened them. But after the first time Harry passed on the chief of staff position at Boston Children’s Hospital to stay with Louis in Los Angeles, it was a lingering thought in Harry’s mind, but he pushed it aside because being with Louis was more important for him.
However, the hospital contacted Harry once again a year later asking to reconsider the job offer, informing him that the doctor they took on didn’t work out for them. He and Louis laid everything out on the table, considered the pros and cons with Rosie in mind and other plans they had and eventually decided to give Boston a shot.
It lucked out that Louis became more of a freelance illustrator which makes his location unimportant because he can work from home. So they packed up their stuff, had several teary-eyed goodbyes from both their families and friends and in Harry’s Maserati, went cross country to the East Coast.
It’s been about six months and they have loved this city just as much as Los Angeles. Sure, the weather is quite different, and they had to learn to be in a whole new environment, but they have already created so many memories in the past six months that are irreplaceable.
Most importantly, Harry has found a balance that works with Louis in which he makes his family a priority and is still able to be the best damn doctor he can be. Of course, there still are days when Harry has to stay later and he’s hesitant to tell Louis, not knowing how he’d react, but the ever so wonderful Louis tells him he understands and just not to be too late. Which Harry never is unless there’s an emergency in the hospital, and in those cases, he gives himself a day off to be with his family.
They still bicker; they’re both hotheads when they want to be, but they’ve learned to talk things out and not repress their feelings like they’ve done so in the past. They have a lot more at stake now, they’re dads and always have to think of Rosie before anything else.
Nonetheless, life is great and today is such a big day for the Tomlinson-Styles family, so they need to get a move on before it’s too late. “Alright! Let’s go, family, we’re going to be late!”
Harry and Louis take turns showering while the other gives Rosie breakfast and packing her diaper bag with clothes, diaper stuff, snacks, bottles, and extra toys. Once all three are ready and Rosie has a hissy fit because they had to pick up her food she had been having fun with, they head to the airport.
They get into Louis’ car since it’s bigger. Thankfully it’s about a twenty-minute drive to Logan Airport; it’s too early for them to deal with Rosie’s discomfort in lengthy car rides. Luckily, she’s too entertained with one of her toys to notice her surroundings.
Before they know it, they’re parked and make their way to the arrivals. With it being the morning still on a Monday, the airport isn’t as busy as it normally is. As they walk closer to arrivals, both Harry and Louis grow nervous, their sweaty hands interlocking tightly. With one hand holding Louis’, the other is carrying Rosie who’s taken on babbling to each stranger in sight.
“Their flight landed ten minutes ago,” Louis informs Harry, looking over all the flights on the screen before them. “It shouldn’t take them too long to get here. “
Louis hasn’t stopped biting his lip since they left the house, trying to internalize his apprehension but Harry knows him better than anyone. He lets go of Louis’ hand to wrap his arm around his shoulders, pulling him in with a kiss on the forehead.
“Everything will be great, baby.” Louis only answers him with a peck on the lips and a small, tentative grin.
“As long as I got you, I’m going to be alright.”
They go in for one more kiss before they’re interrupting by Rosie’s excited screams. Turning their heads to the side, their moms, Anne and Jay walking towards them, both holding hands with their newest addition.
Harry encouragingly pushes Louis to go to the little boy, carefully following him. Once they reach them, Harry quickly gives his mom a hug and hands Rosie to her. Louis’ already on his knees, a stuffed animal in hand as a welcome home present, Harry joins him.
“Hey, Levi. Remember us?” Louis asks the now six-year-old.
It’s been a few months since they’ve seen him in person in Los Angeles; it’s the last time they went for a visit specifically to see him. Due to it being an out of state adoption, it was such a lengthy process, but one very much worth it all.
Even with having Rosie, Harry and Louis were set on him, however long the process took. Ever since Harry met the little boy with the heart condition with his foster mom, Levi had a special place in his heart. He kept tabs on him and constantly communicated with Tabitha to make sure time after the heart surgery he did on the boy was better.
The little boy with the blue eyes that oddly resembles Louis’ was meant to be theirs, Harry thought early on. So when he finally brought him up to Louis, the man was quick to say yes. When the day came for Louis to meet Levi in Los Angeles, it took less than two minutes before Louis turned back to Harry, saying confidently, “He’s ours.”
With that, they got the ball rolling, filing for adoption papers, and waited to get the approval from both California and Massachusetts.
Now, here they are. Papers were processed, and with the approval from the agency, Anne and Jay were allowed to receive him and accompany him to Boston to be with his new family.
“Yes. You’re Lou,” Levi answers Louis, indiscreetly eyeing the stuffed animal in Louis’ arms.
Louis gives him a welcoming smile and hands him the toy. “That’s right. Harry and I wanted to give you a little present. I hope you like it.”
Letting go of Jay’s hand, Levi retrieves the toy and immediately wraps his little arms around Louis’ neck. Anne, Jay, and Harry are teary-eyed watching the scene before them. The newest Tomlinson-Styles is perfect and is going to fit in perfectly in their family. Harry just knows it.
Deciding this is the right time to finally speak up, Harry clears his throat to grab the little boy’s attention. “Hey, bud. Is it my turn for a hug?”
Nodding his little head, Levi throws his arms around Harry, seeming to be very comfortable with him from being familiar with him for the past two years.
“We missed you, so much.”
They aren’t sure how aware Levi is of their situation or if he truly understands that he’s going home with them and that he’s their son now. It’ll be baby steps for the family and both Harry and Louis are more than ready for every step of the way.
Early on when they were just waiting for both states to approve the adoption, Harry and Louis repeatedly told Levi they were going to be his dads and that one day they’ll be going home with him. It seemed as so he understood it then, but now that they’re here and not at the foster home where they normally met, it can be a different story.
“I have a question.” Levi looks at them. The group isn’t in the way of any people, so they stay where they’re at. Anne and Jay talk amongst themselves, entertaining Rosie since she loves the attention from her grandmothers.
“What is it, babe?” Louis pushes the chestnut hair away from the boys’ face.
Levi leans forward, choosing to whisper in Harry’s ear instead of asking the question out loud. “I can call you daddies now?”
Giving Louis a look, the fondest looks one can give another person, he turns back to Levi and presses his lips on his cheek. “Yeah, bud. You can call us daddies now.”
“Why don’t we go home, yeah?”
It’s then that Rosie lets out a shriek, missing the attention for her daddies. Her fresh, front two teeth are on display in her wide grin. Since his nerves have vanished, Louis gets to finally notice her little shirt Harry put on in the morning.
“Oh my god, Harry, her shirt. You’re such a loser.”
Levi goes towards the little girl, standing on his tippy-toes to get a better look at her. This is the first time they’re meeting, always leaving Rosie with one of their moms to watch her when visiting Levi.
This first meeting has been something Harry and Louis were concerned with, not knowing how Levi would react to the infant. It’s just one look at the cheerful Rosie and their concerns are no longer needed.
“She’s cute,” Levi murmurs, then turning to see Harry. “Is she my baby sister?”
The adults laugh warmheartedly, nothing can be better than this moment.
“Well, bud, what does her shirt say?”
“I don’t know, I can’t see it well,” Levi shrugs, gently poking Rosie’s dimple, who’s distracted by the toy in his hand.
Louis steps in and takes a hold of Rosie, positioning her so that Levi can get a clear look at the shirt. And with his finger he underlines the words and reads, “Little sister.”
**
It’s the end of the day, Rosie already knocking out a couple hours ago after being tired out with playing as much as her little body can in her colorful walker with her new older brother. It’s taken a bit of time to get Levi comfortable in his new bedroom and his bed, laying with him and reading several stories until he closed his lovely eyes and fell asleep. Finally, after a couple of hours of talking and catching up, Anne and Jay head to bed, leaving the husbands to quickly clean up and get some sleep themselves.
Toys scatter the living room, both Levi and Rosie to blame but Harry and Louis can’t find it in themselves to care at the moment. Tonight couldn’t have gone any more perfect. There was some hesitation on Levi’s end in the new environment, but sooner or later he loosened up and played with Rosie.
Harry’s brushing his teeth while Louis’ washing his face, rushing themselves so they could cuddle in bed already.
“We’re fathers of two now, how old do you feel, love?”
Thinking over Louis’ question, Harry can’t find it in himself to feel old at all. On the contrary, he feels so young and full of life still due to the start of this new experience. He’s feeling more alive than ever before; confident in himself to achieve anything he wants.
Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth, Harry dries his mouth and waits for Louis to dry his face before pressing him against the counter, attaching their lips together heatedly. Tasting minty fresh, Harry pushes his tongue into Louis’ mouth, mixing their breaths into one.
“I’ve never felt younger,” Harry admits to him before squeezing Louis’ thighs signaling him to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. He carries him back into the bedroom, and dropping him safely on the mattress, with no plan to detach their lips. They continue to move their lips passionately, their hands roaming around each other’s bodies, enjoying the feeling of their touches.
“I love our family, Harry. Thank you for giving me two amazing children,” Louis whispers into Harry’s mouth, panting heavily as he palms Harry’s growing erection. He pushes Harry’s sweats and briefs down immediately and goes back to kisses Harry.
But Harry pulls away, looking at Louis scandalized. “Louis, both of our moms and our two children are here!”
“Oh, Harry please don’t tell me you’re going to hold out on sex unless we’re completely alone.” Harry doesn’t say a word. “Harry Edward Tomlinson-Styles, I swear to god.”
Harry gives in, throwing himself on top of Louis, making the other man groan. “Okay, maybe not until we’re completely alone, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable with doing it with both of our moms just down the hall.”
“But I wanted to give you a celebratory blowjob,” Louis pouts. Even at his age, he pouts more than any child Harry knows. And, obviously, it works on Harry every single time.
Alas, Harry’s only human and his kryptonite is Louis Tomlinson-Styles.
So when Louis clutches Harry’s arm and runs his lips and tongue along Harry’s rose, he knows he’s lost this internal battle. “Goddamnit, who’s going first?”
Instead of answering Harry verbally, Louis just proceeds to push Harry’s dick into his hot mouth.
“I guess you’re going first, oh fuck.”
**
February 2021.
“Dr. Styles, you’re needed down in the ER.”
“Thank you, Alyssa,” Harry tells the woman and heads down to the emergency room.
It didn’t take long for Harry to get accustomed to how things were run here in Boston Children’s Hospital. Being chief of staff is a big responsibility falling into his shoulders, but so far, Harry’s done quite alright if he says so himself.
He’s called in for a surgery he can’t possibly push back, but Harry feels guilty because he had made plans to take out Louis and the kids out for dinner since it’s officially been three months since Levi joined their family.
Before he forgets, he pulls out his phone to call Louis quickly. The line rings twice before Louis answers the phone. “Hey, love. Are you on your way home?”
Harry sighs with guilt lingering in him. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
This scenario feels are too familiar to him, but instead of neglecting to inform Louis of the emergency thus damaging their relationship, Harry has made it a point to communicate with his husband.
“You have to do a surgery?”
“It’s last minute. A heart transplant. Louis, I’m so sorry but I have to do this.” There’s nothing but remorse in Harry’s voice. This part of his life is so conflicting and while he’s gotten a hold of a steady balance, there are still moments where his job come before his family. “I was really looking forward to be with you and the kids, believe me.”
“I know, love. I know.” Louis sounds understanding through the phone and that makes Harry feel somewhat better; he truly is lucky. “When can I expect you home?”
“The surgery lasts about four hours, so a little after then,” Harry tells him, pausing before the doors to the emergency room.
“Okay, we’ll see you then. I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you so much, Lou.”
“Go be a badass doctor.”
Harry can only chuckle, relief fills him knowing Louis doesn’t sound upset. “Will do, baby.”
Approximately four hours later, Harry finishes the surgery without any complications and feels happy to inform the family of the little girl that the transplant was successful and that she’s peacefully recovering. After receiving several hugs from the little girl’s parents and other family members, Harry sports a smile heading to his office.
His goal is to pack things up quickly, so he can get to his family sooner, not wanting to waste any more time away from them. However, things take a turn when he opens the door to his office.
Harry’s night gets a whole lot better by the company he’s welcomed by in his office. First, he sees Levi on the armchair, eating happily as he talks animatedly to Louis, unaware of Harry’s presence yet. On the sofa, Louis is handing Rosie a French fry to munch on, looking up to him with a wink.
“Papa! Surprise!” Shaking his head, Harry goes straight to the excited little boy with the bread crumbs all around his mouth from his burger.
“Oh, my, god, Levi! What a wonderful surprise!”
“Me, Rosie and daddy wanted to surprise you and we brought dinner!” The little boy’s hair has grown longer in the past few months, but he refuses to let it be cut and quite frankly, Harry and Louis don’t have the heart to do that.
It didn’t take long for Levi to be comfortable with his new family and in their home. Granted, it’s only been three months, but things are looking promising for them. There are still nights where he wakes up in the middle of the night and crawls into Harry and Louis’ bed to sleep in between them, but they never minded. They secretly love to wake up with him laying on top of them and his hair all in their mouths.
Harry picks him up to put him on his hip, nibbling on his chubby cheek and making him giggle hysterically. Rosie wants in with Harry’s affection, reaching out to him and whining until Harry pleases her by taking her in so they can both sit on his lap next to Louis.
“This is the best surprise,” Harry reiterates. He leans over to drop a kiss on Louis’ forehead, but he turns his head, so their lips can meet instead. “I love you, Lou. Thank you.”
“If you couldn’t come to us, we thought we’d come to you,” Louis simply shrugs. He takes a second to fix his beanie before dropping his hand in the bag to pull out Harry’s burger. Since both of Harry’s hands are occupied, Louis decides to unwrap it and feed him. “I made sure there wasn’t any pickles or onions. I won’t have a repeat of last time.”
Last time, Louis specifically ordered a burger for Harry without pickles and onions and was beyond annoyed when Harry took a bite and instantly tasted the pickles. In no time, Louis was on the phone with the diner and complained until they apologized and took in his name so that the next time they went, the food would be on the house.
Louis Tomlinson-Styles always gets what he wants.
Going from feeding both Harry and Rosie since the kids don’t show any signs of moving from Harry’s lap, Louis happily neglects eating so they could eat. But, Harry of course notices and regretfully tells Levi to sit very close to him on the sofa, so he could at least eat with one hand, so Louis can also eat.
No one mentions that it’s close to the kids’ bedtime, foregoing the rules for one night so they can spend some time together. Thankfully their time together in the office isn’t interrupted and for an hour or so Levi talks about the best moments so far in the three months. He mentions going to the park, going to a Red Sox game – they only went because they coincidently were playing the Dodgers – and he enthusiastically talks about his excitement for school starting in the fall.
But the most fun day, was when Louis decided to get family portraits done a couple months ago.
**
December 2020.
“I’m just saying Louis, all these pictures don’t all have to be serious. I like the funny and candid ones,” Harry tells Louis, squeezing his hand as they enter the studio. They look onto Levi, who’s volunteered to push the stroller that holds Rosie.
Despite their first concerns of whether or not Levi would take Rosie in kindly and vice versa, they soon figured out that they didn’t have to worry in the first place. The two children are practically obsessed with each other and love each other just like Harry and Louis had always hoped.
The little boy takes it upon himself to help in simple things that involve Rosie, like feeding her, dressing her – after one of them changes her diaper because he absolutely refuses – and pushing her stroller. So as the family is all dolled up and dressed fancily, Levi insisted on pushing Rosie in the photo studio.
The idea came from Liam and Zayn during one of their weekly Skype dates. To make up for moving across the country, Harry and Louis agreed to have a group Skype session with the couple in addition to Niall. On one particular day, Louis had complained about their home still looking a bit empty and that it felt like it was missing something. That’s when Zayn spoke up about the family portraits and hanging up various pictures around the home.
Well, the next day, Louis made an appointment and here they are.
Last time the two of them were in some kind of studio was back at Buzzfeed where another chapter of their relationship all began. It’s bittersweet to say the least, Harry thinks to himself. As much as that day was difficult to go through because they had to look back on their wedding day as a divorced couple, it became the start of the next part of their relationship. To say the least, Harry doesn’t regret going through all of it if it meant he’d have Louis again.
If he hadn’t gone through it, he wouldn’t be watching his soulmate take out their daughter from her stroller while their son grabs their toys to play with on the floor. He wouldn’t have his family.
The family introduces themselves with their photographer, Harry quietly wishing her luck and apologizing in advance for their hyper children.
Assuring they’d be fine; the photographer gestures the family to head into the back to get started. In the beginning, the pictures were pretty typical. Harry and Louis sit side by side; Louis holds Rosie while Harry holds Levi on his lap. There’s another where Harry and Louis are in the same position but a little more far apart so Levi can fit in the middle standing while carrying his little sister.
“Hi, Rosie, why don’t you give me a big smile, yeah?” their photographer encourages the nine-month-old whilst waving a toy to get her looking in his direction.
Thankfully Rosie is easily entertained and looks brightly at the toy with the biggest smile, the moment is captured perfectly.
It’s soon after that Louis remembers the object they’ve brought to incorporate into one of the pictures. “Wait! I need to get something.”
Louis returns with the blue hardcover book before sitting back down next to Harry. “So, which one did you want to use again, love?”
Opening the book, they’re presented with their wedding day once again. Looking through the wedding album the other night, Harry and Louis decided they wanted to use a picture for today. As they’re flipping through pages, Levi peeks over to see the several pictures.
“What are these pictures, papa?”
Harry gives him a peck on the cheek. “These are pictures from when daddy and I got married many, many years ago.”
“Look that’s Grandma Jay with Aunt Lottie!” the little boy points to a picture of Louis’ mom and sister dancing around more of their family members and friends. This is the first time Levi’s getting a look at these and it warms Harry’s heart for their son to see one of the happiest days of his and Louis’ lives.
After going through picture after picture, they go back to the one on the first page. The one with the both of them in the middle of an empty road; Harry’s personal favorite. “I want this one, baby.”
In return, Louis gives him a smirk. “I knew you’d choose this one. I was secretly hoping you would.”
“Daddy, you and Papa look so happy,” Levi observes with a whisper, gently taking the picture out of Louis’ hands. He’s careful with it as if he feels like if he were to drop it, it’d be destroyed.
“We were,” Louis tells him, then looking up to Harry. “And we still are. Happier than ever.”
“Because of me and Rosie are here now?”
Louis takes the picture back when he sees Harry go to tickle Levi, making the boy squirm and squeal uncontrollably. “You’re right, buddy. Papa and I are the happiest because of you two. We love you so much.”
“Love you too dads.”
“Dadadadada,” Rosie just has to add.
Unfortunately, the moment has to be broken so they can move on with the pictures since their photographer has another appointment later on in the day.
Finally, with using the wedding picture, they mimic one of their first poses. Harry and Louis are pressed side by side again, this time Levi on Louis’ lap and Rosie on Harry’s. With one arm holding each child, the other holding up the 8 x 10 sized picture between them.
It’s crazy to think that one day they’re getting married and all these years later they’re holding up a picture from that day with two children on their laps.
For a short time, photos were taken of just Levi and Rosie, then of just Louis and Harry. One specifically of the husbands holding each other with their soulmate markings on display.
The dagger and the rose for everyone that walks in their home to see.
Things are taken outside where the fun began for Levi especially. With it being the fall, the leaves scatter the ground everywhere in the nearby park across the street. The photographer tells them to go wild, so they have the go ahead to play with the red and gold leaves.
Levi tip-toes on top of the fallen leaves, enjoying the sound of each crunch underneath his shoes. Even Rosie gets in on the action as she stumbles with Harry’s help. She holds onto his fingers and jumps and screams on top of the leaves.
The air is crisp, and they’re surrounded by a smell that can only be described as the ending of fall. Fall has an earthy scent, thanks to the trees all around and the drying rain on the concrete and grass. It’s different than fall in Los Angeles; fall doesn’t seem to exist over there, but here in Boston? Yeah, this is fall.
“Hey, Levi. Let’s throw some of these leaves around, yeah?” Louis proposes with an evil tint in his eyes.
“Yeah!”
Harry then has to endure a full-on war against Levi and Louis, protecting Rosie’s baby face with his arm. “Rosie! Don’t worry sunshine, Papa will protect you from the evil boys!”
Dried up leaves are thrown into the air, Harry chases his boys, and the photographer manages to capture every moment of their lighthearted fighting.
“Daddy, watch out!” Levi screeches, jumping away from Harry. “Papa, let me hold Rosie.”
“Just be careful, babe,” Harry tells him as he hands the little girl to him. He watches Levi stray away a bit and carefully bounces around to amuse Rosie, who claps her hands.
With his focus on the children, Harry doesn’t see the sneak attack from Louis, who tackles him to the ground, the pile of leaves breaking his fall.
“Louis!” Harry exclaims, wrapping his arms around him. Louis lays right on top of his husband with no plans on moving. “That was uncalled for.”
“Deal with it,” Louis sasses back, dropping his lips to Harry’s. “It was just an excuse to get you underneath me.”
Harry chases his lips when he Louis pulls back. He pouts. “Come back, baby. I’m not done kissing you.”
“I love you.”
“If you love me, I want one thing.”
“And what’s that?” Louis raises a brow, picking out pieces of leaves from Harry’s tangled hair. “We’ll see if I love you that much.”
Harry smirks.
After Harry tells Louis his request, Louis simply rolls his eyes at his stupidity but nonetheless agrees because he does, in fact, love him that much. They collect their children and head over to the infamous Maserati that Harry loves oh so much, Louis sometimes feel like he’s being cheated on with a goddamn sports car.
“I have this vision,” Harry voices to their photographer, the blonde man chuckles but tells Harry to go on. He takes a moment to shake his hair to get rid of the twigs and random pieces of grass and leaves. “This is important to me, I just want us on top of the hood of the car and whatever placement you feel looks best, just go with it. Okay?”
“Sounds good, sir. But I have to ask, why is it important for you guys to be on the hood of a Maserati?”
“The action has some significance in our family.”
Harry looks over to Louis and they share a wink.