Adopted

Later, Legend

"Hurry up," Louis whines, kicking his legs against the seat in front of him. "We're gonna be late!"

Liam turns his body from where he's sat in the passenger seat to face his baby. "There's nothing we can do about the traffic, sweetie. But whining is most definitely not going to help."

"I'm just so excited. I've been waiting for today for forever and ever," Louis tries his best to explain himself.

Today really is the day he's been waiting for. After suffering through the long winter and the cabin fever that came along with being cooped up, he finally gets to go to football club. Daddy and Papa had told him in February if he and Harry tried their best to be good little boys, they would get to play football. Louis doesn't have much of an idea of what to expect, but he absolutely loved footie in his old life and he was ready to get fit again.

There are two categories: novice and experienced. The novice team was meant for the littles who either know little to nothing about the sport, or are very much in need of training their bodies for running again. According to Daddy, Harry is going to be in that group because Hazza doesn't know how to play. Secretly, it's because the daddies are scared the clumsy boy would hurt himself.

"How about you, Harry," Zayn asks, looking at their youngest through the rear-view window.

"Hmm," Harry hums, shaking himself from the trans he was in while staring out the window.

"Just asking if you're excited for today," Zayn repeats.

The boy looks down and slips the tip of his thumb in his mouth, gently nibbling. He shakes his head.

"I don't think he is," Louis blurts.

"Are you nervous, baby," Liam asks. Harry blushes.The man unbuckles his belt and twists his body to grab Harry's free hand. He rubs circles around his adorable knuckles, wanting to soothe him as best as possible. "Don't worry, little love. Papa and I-."

"And me," Louis cuts in.

Liam chuckles. "And Louis will be there the whole time. And if you really don't like it, you don't have to go back. But just for me, please try it out. I know you'll make lots of new friends."

"Why aren't you excited," Louis asks. "Football is the bestest game!" The blue eyed boy then continues talking about the game and how amazing of a player he is. Harry tries to listen, but returns to peering through the window at the houses flashing by.

The younger boy looks up at his brother's grinning face and feels even more wary. He wants to feel the same way as Louis, because everything Louis does is incredible in Harry's eyes. But the boy is nervous. He hates not knowing what to expect, even if his daddies had relayed every detail of the club they knew to him last night before bed and again this morning before leaving. Harry, like many littles, prefers knowing what will happen to calm his anxieties.

After a few more agonizing minutes of driving, in different ways for the two boys, the family pulls into a filled car park. The daddies are quick to unbuckle the boys and help them down from their car seats. Their Range Rover definitely looks out of place, sitting between a row of small, fuel-efficient cars and mini vans. Louis had never really realized how much of wealth gap there probably is until looking around at the other vehicles.

Liam swipes an extra coat of sunblock on the boys' noses and cheeks for good measure. Zayn swings their diaper bag over his shoulder and the little family joins hands. Harry walks in between Zayn and Liam while Louis is on Zayn's other side, tugging the group towards the big blue tent that held a sign saying "Registration."