Cold Little Heart || L.S

Chapter 3: Hot Cocoa

Abraham nodded quickly, lip tucking under his teeth.

"Go, then we will get dressed." Harry stood up, letting Abraham run to Louis. The boy squeezed Louis' pants.

"Mama, bathroom."

"Okay, precious, go on." Louis ushered him to the bathroom door, making sure he got on his step stool before going back to Harry. Louis touched the top of the dresser lightly, Harry was standing in the same spot. "I -I'm very wary of people, if you don't mind -I'd like to know more about you."

Harry moved to the left and motioned Louis to sit on the bed. Louis bowed his head, sitting down. Harry quickly squatted next to him, making Louis jump, "ask."

Louis shuffled slightly to the right, "Um, why -why are you taking care of Abraham?"

Harry squinted at him, "you are going to teach me to cook."

"Well, yes," Louis folded his hands in his lap, "but, you are a very -high ranking alpha." Louis swallowed hard, "I don't know why you would agree to watching an omega's child -do you not have an omega?"

"I do not know how to cook," Harry said flatly. "You do, I am good with children." Louis pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. The thought of Harry being good with a child is comical -but, Abraham didn't cry around him so maybe not. "I do not have an omega -nor am I looking."

Louis blushed, shifting his legs, "I see." He bit his lip as Abby ran back into the room, up to Louis' legs. "You finished, baby, washed your hands?"

"Yes mama." Abraham looked at Harry, lashes fluttering softly.

"Abraham," Harry held up his sweater, "come here, so I can put on your sweater."

Abraham seemed hesitant, whining low in his throat.

Harry shook his head, "there is no need for that, come here, your mother is right there." Louis wished Harry would crack a smile, maybe it would help Abraham feel less afraid.

Abraham took three steps to Harry, making sure his hand stayed on Louis' knee. "Mama..."

"I'm right here, precious." Louis grabbed his hand with a smile, kissing it, "Harry is trying to help you."

Abraham pushed his thumb into his mouth, finally in front of Harry.

Harry grabbed Abraham's hand, surprising Louis -and Abraham. He removed it from the boy's mouth, "I see that this makes you comfortable." He quickly put the sweater on one arm, "but I need to put the sweater on, so bear with it for a few seconds." Harry finished, zipping up the puffy jacket. "There," he held up a thumb at Abraham, "you can put it back."

Abraham curled away, shaking his head no.

"I will not force you, you do it when you want -are you ready?"

Abraham grabbed Louis' index finger, rocking back and forth, he nodded.

Harry looked at Louis, "let us go, it is taking too long to leave."

Louis would have moved if his jaw wasn't on the floor.

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"Do you want to sit in the cart, precious?"