A/N: Hello guys! Before you read, know that this is completely different than my other one shots... ;) I just want to write these little scenarios to make you happy, because if you're all happy, then I am.
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Harry and Louis practically knocked the door to their three bedroom flat down while trying to enter, and Louis joked, "Bloody idiot! Just unlock the damn thing."
Harry softly chuckled with reddening cheeks and replied, "Be patient love. Oh- and watch that language, there's a baby present." While winking playfully back at Louis.
Louis didn't reply, but instead just beamed at the little bundle of happiness that he held close to his chest.
Harry finally found the key, unlocking the door to their flat and swinging it wide open. He stepped in first, and then held the door open for Louis as he entered, still focusing on the tiny little human that he held in his arms.
"Welcome home, my princess!" Louis cooed at the baby in his arms, holding up her head and giving her a full view of their entryway.
Meanwhile, Harry took a deep breath, admiring his new surroundings. Where there used to be a coffee maker, there was now a bottle warmer on their kitchen counter. Where there used to be a recliner chair, there was a playful bouncy seat for their new baby. Where there used to be another stool at the counter, there was a high chair with its own mini table. This was their life now, and Harry couldn't be any happier.
"Love, could you help me over here?" Louis softly asked Harry, causing him to snap out of his trance and follow Louis' voice. He closed the front door and padded over to their bedroom, where a crib and changing station was pressed against the far wall. Louis had their beautiful baby girl laying down on the changing station, and he was fumbling around with her clean diaper, trying to figure it out like a puzzle.
"Here, babe. Let me help you." Harry softly chuckled. He gently placed his hands on Louis' hips, scooting him off to the side. Then, he took the diaper from Louis and prepared himself for his first ever diaper changing. Harry freed his left hand and nudged it underneath the tiny human, gently lifting her bum off the table in one smooth motion. Then, he softly slid the diaper underneath her, set her down, and folded it together until she seemed comfortable.
"That was... impressive." Louis remarked, making googly eyes at Harry.
Harry just goofily smiled and teased, "I'm the baby changing master!"
Louis laughed and pecked Harry on the chin before saying, "Well, let's show our darling around before she falls asleep again, yeah?" He began to bounce on his toes, and before making any movements, Harry just admired him. He admired the way his hair would brush along his eyebrows as he went up and down, he admired the way his cheeks got all flushed when he looked down at his beautiful new baby, he admired the way his tummy would poke up when his shirt got caught above his waistband, and admired the fact that Louis was all his.
Harry laid eyes on his baby, leaned down, and whispered into her ear, "Fancy a tour, m'lady?" in the most soothing voice he could muster. The baby girl gargled, gazing up at him, and Harry smiled, taking that as a yes. Harry scooped her up in his arms, looked at Louis one last time, and let him lead them out to begin to introduce their newest family member into their home.
Harry held his princess close to his heart, and offered a finger, nudging it towards her squeezing hand. She gladly took it, wrapping her tiny hand around his index finger, and barely fit halfway around it. Harry smiled ridiculously, wiggling his finger around and focusing on the way she held on tight, moving her arm around with him.
Louis led them into the bathroom directly outside of their bedroom, cleared his throat, and said in an official voice, "This here, your majesty, is the bathroom. This is where you'll be getting your little baths and makeovers." He paused, pointed to the toilet, and continued, "Now, this is where your daddies will be going to the bathroom. However, love, you're a bit little. But don't worry! Your time will come." He reassured, acting like she was truly concerned about not using the toilet. "Let us continue." Louis nodded towards the door.
Harry gently rocked the baby up and down, retreating out of the bathroom and waiting for Louis to lead the way again. He continued down the hall towards the main living space. He went past the other two bedrooms while muttering, "Not important just yet. I don't even want to think of my little doll moving out of our room. Nope. Not even giving her the option at the moment."
Harry just lightly laughed, still letting his little ball of sunshine grip tightly to his finger. He kept flicking his eyes between Louis and his little girl, and each time he found another similarity between them his smile widened even more.
Louis reached the end of the hallway, and the rest of their flat was openly laid out in front of them. To the left was the kitchen, then there was the door directly ahead with a formal dining table between them and there, and then the living room was to the right. Louis shuffled over to the kitchen and hoisted himself up so he was on top of the counter.
He took a deep breath before continuing the tour, "Now, young lady, this is the kitchen. I'm sitting on the counter... which is something you definitely won't be allowed to do. Well, at least when you know how to sit up without falling over." He chuckled at his comment before continuing, "Anyway, this is where we eat and cook! When you're old enough, I'll cook you my favorite meal. Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash. Not only is it my favorite meal to cook, it's the only one!" Louis beamed, wrinkling his eyes into a smile while making kissy faces at his little girl.
Harry leaned down, closer to her little head, and whispered, "Even THAT is marginal... I'll show you how to really cook." Before winking and returning to his upright position. Louis scoffed, failed at looking ferocious, and hopped off the counter.
"Let us continue." He said, back to his stoic demeanor. Louis waltzed in front of Harry, stopped next to the dining room table, and exclaimed, "That's the table! Right now it doesn't seem very important, but I'm sure one day it will be. One day, a long time from now, you may be sitting there with a baby princess of your own! You'll be a queen by then, and you'll have replaced us with another king. Or maybe you'll replace us with another queen!" He excitedly cheered, dreaming about all of the beautiful things his baby girl was bound to accomplish.
Harry's heart swelled with pride at just the thought of her, and when he looked down into her beautiful blue eyes it swelled even more.
"Lastly, we have the living room!" Louis exclaimed, making his way over to the couch, immediately getting comfortable by plopping on to it. Harry followed, adjusting his little girl so she was propped up, looking at Louis with full attention. "Here, we live. It's as simple as that, really. I proposed to your daddy on this couch, our first talk about having you was on this couch, and every night that we're together, we cuddle until we fall asleep on this couch." Louis sighed, beginning to cry. However, he continued, "Now, our first night with you can be spent here, because we're finally all together. There is nothing that I look forward to more than cuddling with you on this very couch tonight, tomorrow, next week, next year, and whenever you want after that. We'll be here for you when you scrape your knee for the first time and when you break your heart for the first time. You're our baby girl, and that will never, ever change." By now, tears were streaming down Louis' face and his breaths were shaky and uneven.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, blinked his eyes rapidly, and smiled softly at Louis. "I couldn't have said that any better myself." He commended. With that, Harry scooted his bum to the other side of the couch until he was right by Louis. Then, Louis spread his legs, welcoming Harry to lie down between them.
That's how they lay, Louis on the bottom, Harry with his back on Louis and his head on his shoulder, and their pretty little princess snoring softly on Harry's chest. They stayed still for a while, taking every second of their new life in.
"What should we name her?" Louis whispered into Harry's ear, softly pulling his hair away to make room.
"How about Louise?" Harry replied in all seriousness.
"Wha- What? That's a bit close to my name, Haz..." Louis replied, unsure.
"I know. That's why, darling!" Harry exclaimed as if it was completely obvious. "If only you could see the way you've treated her so far, and she hasn't even been home for an hour! You're the most magnificent father already. Every day I wake up and admire every piece of you. You're the most exquisite human being I've ever met. There is no other person who I can think of that I would like my daughter to be like when she grows up. She deserves a name that will set her up for greatness. So, I want to name her after a great man." Harry finished.
Harry then closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into Louis' neck. He waited for a reply from Louis, but nothing came. However, just before Harry dozed off, he heard Louis whisper, "Goodnight, Harry. Goodnight, Louise. I love you both."
