Harry tugged on his daddy's hand, admiring the tattoos that littered his wrist, "daddy, are you awake?"
Louis smiled with his eyes closed, feeling someone's fingers try to pry open his eyelid, "yes."
The curly-haired little giggled from his spot beside his daddy, and kissed his nose. His cheeks felt like they were burning from the inside out. His daddy always made him blush.
"Hey, baby," Louis' groggy, morning voice greeted, "I just had the weirdest dream that a small, little monster with green eyes was tugging at my face."
"Wasn't a monster! That was me," Harry launched himself at his daddy's chest, and cuddle deep against him.
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