Adopted

Two Sad Princesses

Louis watches Harry as he's being buckled into his car seat. Unlike last Friday, he's not crying this time. The blue-eyed boy knows it's because Louis is going with him to daycare today. Louis rolls his eyes, not at Harry but at the entire fact that there is a daycare for kidnapped adults. He doesn't understand how it's possible that this place has never been investigated before. Surely there must be satellites in space taking pictures for websites like google maps. There must be photos of giant kids running around like monkeys trying to escape.

This building probably looks like a dungeon. With a moat full of bubbling tar surrounding it! Something has to be stopping the littles from escaping. There's probably cockroaches and termites. Louis bets himself that the second they walk in the floorboards will give in because of age and bug damage. He cringes. The boy imagines the people who work there are silent men from Russia who don't speak, have no hair, and carry around large AK-47s, ready for target practice on anyone who tries to run.

Papa had told him that Harry normally enjoys day care, but for as long as Louis has known the boy he hasn't wanted to go there.

"Where's Daddy," Harry asks.

"He's just packing your bag," Zayn says while adjusting last strap on the carseat so Harry is safe but still comfortable. "Alright, Lou, let's get you buckled in now."

Zayn leads Louis to the opposite side of the car with his hand on the boy's back. The man opens the door and watches Louis climb into the seat. He plays around with buckles and belts until the boy is completely locked in.

"There you go," Zayn smiles, booping the boy's nose before ducking back out of the car.

"Boys ready, then," Liam asks walking into the garage.

"As ready as they can be," Zayn tells him.

"I put a few extra nappies in just in case with some juice and snack crackers," Liam says handing the his husband the bag. The man puts it between Harry and Louis.

"Okay, boys! Let's hit the road," Zayn cheers as he slides into the driver's seat and Liam into the passenger's.

The engine starts and they back out of the dark garage into the glorious sunlight. It's bright enough that the daddies both put on sunglasses, which Louis thinks make them look even more chic.

The nervousness in Louis' stomach grows the longer the driving continues. He begins pulling on a loose string of the expensive jacket he is bundled into. He looks over at Harry who is drumming his fingers along the window and humming a song to himself. Louis can never get over the boy's voice. It just doesn't match his body at all. He's so soft and gentle, but his voice is raspy and when he hums it makes Louis feel warm.

"Shoot! Did I remember to turn off the oven after breakfast," Zayn asks Liam.

"You definitely didn't turn it off," Liam replies. Zayn's breath hitches. "Which is why I turned it off before I got in the car."

Zayn let's out a huge breath from his chest that he didn't know he was holding in. "I honestly don't know what I would do without you."

Liam chuckles. "I don't even want to think of all of the crazy situations you'd be in!"

The men laugh and look into the rear-view mirror to see both of the boys are smiling at their conversation.

The brunette man knows that Louis is still nervous so he decides to continue the conversation in an attempt of distracting the little one.

"Do you remember our third date, Babe," he asks Zayn.

The one driving snorts, "How could I forget?"