Things couldn't have gotten worse in the Stylinson home as for both Kolby and Harry were down with stomach flu.
"What can I do for you, love?" Louis asked sadly while he stood over his husband as he was about to leave for the studio and to take Ryan to school.
"Kisses work I guess.." Harry sighed, but puckered his lips awaiting his husbands kiss.
"I'm good at that." Louis smiled and leaned down to kiss him quickly. He felt his forehead and frowned at the heat.
"Aw, you're still so warm, Hazza.." He pouted his lips and pulled the covers over Harry's shaking form.
"Feel awful." Harry groaned and squeezed his eyes shut from all the turning in his stomach.
"I've gotta go, I'll try to be back in a few hours, ok? Call of you need anything." Louis said his goodbyes and kissed him once again before heading out the door with his eldest son.
Harry knew his youngest was sick and wanted to help him, but he was just so weak and sick himself.
But he pulled himself out of bed with all the strength he had left in him and walked to Kolby's room.
Opening the door, he was hit with the strong odor of vomit and sight of his son covered in throw up, crying silently to himself.
"Aw Kolbs.." Harry hissed.
He didn't have the stomach to be dealing with this right now, but he didn't seem to have a choice. His son needed him.
"Ok cmon- there ya go. Careful now." He helped him step out of bed without making a bigger mess and helped him to the bathroom.
Kolby started undoing his clothes while Harry held himself with his arms against the sink, trying to fight off his escalating nausea.
"Shit.." Harry cursed when he knew it was gonna happen either way.
He pushed Kolby out of the way, threw up the toilet seat and crashed to his knees where he instantly started bringing up what little he had left in his stomach- which wasn't much.
Kolby didn't know what to do, but he remembered his other father would rub his back when he was ill, so he figured he should do it for his father as well.
"It's ok, Daddy. I'm here." He said proudly when he rubbed his back.
Once Harry finished, he leaned back against the wall and tried to catch his breath.
"You can shower before me if you want, Daddy." Kolby offered, seeing his father look so sick.
Harry smiled at how thoughtful his son was.
"That's ok, bub. Why don't you get on the shower. I'll sit in here with you." Harry told him.
So that he did. The young boy weakly got in the shower and let the the water hit his tiny body for a while.
"Daddy?" He whimpered from behind the shower curtain.
"Yeah?" Harry sighed, not knowing if he could handle more vomit.
"I can't stand much longer.. I feel tired.."
Harry kinda got scared for a min, not knowing if he would pass out or something so he stood up and opened the curtain to turn off the water.
"Dry off, I'll get you some clothes." He said and headed towards his son's room.
He grabbed a pair of briefs and a large tee shirt and figured that would feel loose on him.
Once he got him situated, he needed to lay down himself. Kolby had asked if they could both go lay in the living room and watch a movie.
Harry laid across the three seated couch and Kolby laid on top of his chest. He was still super small for an eight year old and Harry honestly missed when the kids would lay on him like this.
He thought maybe of asking Louis later if having one more kid was even an option, but he figured he'd say no..
"Do you feel better, Daddy?" Kolby whispered tiredly as his head fell sideways against Harry's chest and his eyes fluttered shut.
"I think I do, bub. How bout you?"
Kolby nodded his head and then seemed to be out of it.
When Louis for home, he found his two loves all cuddled up together and snapped a picture of how cute it was.
He carefully lifted Kolby off him and carried the poor boy up to his bed.
"Haz, wake up love." He shook him awake gently.
"Hmm?" He sat up tiredly.
"Wanna go up to bed? The couch will hurt your back."
"Wanna sit here with you.." He slurred and made Louis sit down so he could lay his head in his lap.
Louis's hands instantly found the boy's curls where he began running his fingers through and playing with lightly, knowing the boy loved it when he did this.
"Hey Lou?"
"Mhm?" He hummed.
"I was thinking.. Do you think we could have another baby in the future?"
"Where did this come from?" Louis laughed, but was curious as to why his husband asked such a question.
"I dunno.. Today just really opened my eyes and Melanie me see how much I miss having babies around.. Now that Ryan and Kolby are getting older, they don't really need me anymore.." He whispered the last part sadly as he tried not to get upset.
"Hey, I need you.." Louis smiled down at him and kissed his cheek.
"I'm serious, though.."
"I know.. I've thought about that, too. Maybe in a few years yeah?"
"Promise?" Harry turned his head to look up at him.
"I promise."
The two fell asleep down there watching God knows what on the Telly.
Kolby and Harry began feeling better the next day, but still took it easy for the rest of the week as their bodies were still fighting off the illness.
