Adopted

Spanking Wasn't A Joke

Zayn and Liam stay on the porch for a few moments after Harry leaves.They talk quietly to each other about the lad. Louis can't hear much, but he heard one of them say extra cuddles. Liam pushes Louis further up in his arms so he doesn't fall. 'Surely his arms must be tired from holding him,' Louis thinks.

"If your arms can't hold me, I can walk," Louis offers.

Neither of his daddies are going to take the risk of him running off. "Thank you, sweetheart. But our arms are used to holding littles for long periods of time." Liam places a kiss on the crown of Louis' head and the boy can't help but quietly gag. He has to resist the urge to raise his arms and wipe off any of the man's dna.

Finally, after what seems to Louis as a century, the men enter into the house. They look over to the corner and see Harry sobbing into the arms of a new man. The man looks like he is about the same age as the other two. His arms are cradling Harry gently. Daddy and Papa give him a look that seems like they are asking if he's alright. The man gives a small smile and a thumbs up and Liam sends a smile in return and mouths his thanks. The man then makes a shooing motion with his hands.

They take the opportunity and quietly walk past the two. The first room they enter after being in the foyer was a living room of sorts. Louis is surrounded by beautiful gray walls with pictures of the three men hanging everywhere.The cream colored carpet look so soft that Louis just wants to kick his shoes off and dig his toes in. There is a large, flat screen telly on one wall with a large white sofa on the opposite. Sitting on the sofa is a stuffed bear with a black bowtie wrapped around it's neck and a classic tophat. Above the seating arrangement is a huge window. On the window ledge is a plastic Jack-O-Lantern and little bat and pumpkin stickers on the glass. Louis looks out the window for two seconds before he realizes that this must have been the window that someone was watching him from. And that somebody must've been Harry.

Harry. Was he okay now? Louis' heart is swelling with an emotion he's not even sure of.

The boy tugs at the brunette's shirt collar. Liam looks down and meets his eyes. "Something wrong?"

"Did I... Is he... why is he crying," Louis' mouth is stumbling over his own words.

"Its nothing to worry about, Lou," the man tells him.

"Is it my fault he's crying?"

"No. He's just really excited and today is a very big day and he doesn't really know how to handle all of his feelings right now," Liam explains.

Liam hears Louis whisper 'good' to himself and smiles. He's so happy that Louis is already feeling something for Harry. Building attachments is part of the first steps in transforming into a perfect little.

Louis may be relieved that he isn't the cause of the crying, but he still feels a strong amount of guilt that the boy is crying in the first place. It isn't like a normal person crying. He is currently in the other room clinging and sobbing. Like a baby. Louis frowns at that.

The next room they walk into is similar to the previous room, minus a tv. In place of the telly is a white brick fireplace. The inside color scheme doesn't really match the outside's red bricks. On the fireplace mantle is fake fall leaves and gold and copper fake pumpkins. Louis is shocked to see that the men decorate for Halloween. His own family had never celebrated the holiday. It was known as the Devil's Holiday, and anything that the church frowned upon was not to be messed with. Oh how is family would all be rolling their graves to see this place.

Zayn leads the two left and Louis sees that they are about to go up a steep flight of stairs. He digs his fingers into Liam's back. Liam hisses at the feeling. Louis' heart begins to beat faster at the thought of them slipping and falling.