Adopted

Frosties and Cheerios

"My brave boy," Liam says, wrapping his arms around the boy and attacks his cheeks with kisses. Harry begins laughing again but calms down when he looks up at his tired brother.

"Come cuddle," the boy says hitting the spot on the bed next to them.

"You sure? Cuddle time is usually just between you and Daddy," Zayn says.

"Pwease," Harry begs.

"That okay with you, Lou," he asks the boy he's carrying.

Louis nods and brings a curled fist to his eye to rub away sleep.

"Awwww. Someone looks tired," Liam coos.

Zayn walks towards the bed and lays the boy down. Harry throws part of the blanket over him.

Their Papa slides next to Louis and pulls him onto his body. "Open up, Dove."

He holds the bottle to Louis' lips and the boy latches on, making no serious effort to get the milk out.

Liam picks up Harry's milk again and shifts the boy in his arms so the back of the boy's head is on his shoulder. "Come on. Let's finish your milk, too."

Harry eagerly drinks from the bottle. He's so happy to share this moment with Papa and Louis! 'Everything is good again,' he tells himself.

"Any plans for tomorrow, Babe," Liam asks his husband.

Zayn shakes his head. "Just need to stop at the market."

Harry pulls away from his drink. "C'n I come wiff?!"

Zayn thinks for a second. "I'll think about it. Only if you're being a good boy, okay?"

Dimples form in Harry's cheeks. "Otay, Papa!"

Zayn looks down at the blue eyes. They struggle to stay open as the boy laying on his body fights off sleep. His milk is only half finished and he's barely drinking any now.

"Would you just look at this precious little boy," he says quietly. He takes a hand and rubs Louis' tummy which makes the boy practically purr.

In this very moment, Louis decides that he is safe. He's in the arms of a man who wants the best for him. The other man who promises to love him is only two feet away. A cuddly Hazza lays next to him. He's been fed more in the time that he's been here than he normally did in a month in his past life. There's a warm onesie on him to keep out the cold Fall air. Everything is good. He gives a small smile around the bottle and allows himself to drift off into a world of sweet dreams.

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Sunlight streams through the blinds covering the windows. Lines of gold cover the nursery and hit Louis' right in the face. He groans at brightness and reaches up to rub his face. His fingers tap plastic and he pauses. There is a dummy in his mouth and he doesn't remember it being put there. But it feels nice between his teeth so he decides to keep it in.

The boy sits up in his crib and looks around. He can see Harry's chest moving up and down through the bars of his crib and smiles when he hears a tiny snore. Louis isn't sure of the time, but he doesn't care. He is going to relish in these few moments he has to just sit alone in his own little world.

This is the first time he has woke up before the daddies could come into the room. He feels well rested which probably means he got an amazing night of sleep. Which makes sense considering he can't remember falling asleep at all.

He stretches his toes out. He can't see them because they are covered in fleece, but the stretch feels wonderful. Then he reaches his arms out before them to get them used to moving and rolls his shoulders back and forth. Once he's finally limber, he let's out a large yawn that causes the pacifier to fall.