Adopted

Flirtation

Liam lets out a grunt as something hits him in the gut. Whatever hit him continues moving and getting closer to him. He peeks his eyes open and blinks a few times to adjust to the morning sunlight. A sleeping Harry is tossing and turning, attempting to get comfortable. He has one arm stretched over Liam's stomach while the rest of his body is curled back to check with Louis.The man reaches up and pets the boy's curls. Harry's lips turn up and he nuzzles his head into Liam's touch. Liam chuckles and slowly moves to press a soft kiss on his forehead. He gently removes Harry's arm from his body, which causes Harry to blink his eyes open.

"Morning, Baby," Liam says quietly.

"Daddy," he whines. Harry tries swinging his arm back over his Daddy's tummy but Liam shakes his head no.

They had decided last night to let the boys sleep in their bed with them just to make sure that neither boy had uneasy feelings. Despite the bed being king sized, it was a cramped fit for all four to squeeze in, mainly because of Harry moving a lot when he sleeps. Liam always feels much better on mornings when he wakes up with his little boy by his side.

"Baby, I need to take a shower. Stay here with Papa and Louis," he whispers.

"No, Daddy," he protests.

"Please, Harry. I won't take long. You still have plenty of time to sleep."

"Stay wiff you," Harry pouts.

"You want to shower with me," Liam asks.

Harry nods.

"But wouldn't you rather have your bath later on? Get to play with all of your toys and have a mountain of bubbles?"

"Hawwy stay wiff Daddy," the boy declares.

"Okay, Baby. Come on," Liam says. He sits up and slides out of the bed. Harry less than gracefully moves away from Louis and the man is surprised the sleeping boy didn't wake.

He picks Harry up and carries him out of the room, down the hall, and into the nursery. Harry frowns when he sees the door he damaged yesterday. Red crayon covers it and he still hears the laughing from deep within. He snuggles his head into Liam's neck to avoid the voice. He undresses Harry and lays him down on the changing table. The nappy is removed and the boy is cleaned off. Instead of replacing the nappy, Liam helps Harry down from the table so he is standing.

He grabs the boy's hand and leads him back down the hallway to his bedroom. Harry isn't fond of the cool morning air hitting his naked body, but he knows it will all change once he's under the warm water. They tiptoe past Louis and Zayn. Zayn is awake now, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at the two and sends them a soft smile. Louis is curled up in his chest and the sight is beautiful.

Liam guides Harry into the bathroom and helps him hop onto the sink counter. Harry watches Liam grab towels and other things they need. He feels a pinch on his leg and itches, frowning when he realizes his legs are hairy.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Bugaboo," Liam says. He walks to stand in front of Harry. "Something wrong? You look upset."

"My wegs are fuzzy again. Don't wike it," Harry tells him.

"Hmmm," Liam hums. "Do you want me to shave them now?"

Harry nods. "Don't want fuzzy..."

Liam kisses Harry's nose. He then rests his forehead to Harry's, thinking for a moment. "I know you don't, Baby."

Liam goes to the cupboard and grabs a fresh razor and the can of shaving cream. He also grabs another towel sets the supplies down on the opposite side of the counter.