Adopted

When They Met Him

See, I told you guys I still had more to come!

Sorry for the wait! It's been an incredibly busy past few weeks!

This chapter describes their first interactions with Louis. I know I haven't explained much before and I really like how this turned out.

Warning: there's a bit of graphic language in this and mentions of alcohol.
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It's a slow, dreary day across much of England. It started raining near midnight and hasn't stopped since. Unfortunately for the daddies, that had certainly rained (pun intended) on Harry and Louis' plans. The boys went to sleep last night eager to wake in the morning and practice their football skills after breakfast. Louis had told Harry they would focus on kicking first and Harry was all bright-eyed and bushy tailed to learn.

When a crash of thunder woke the entire family, tears were shed for nearly half an hour before either boy calmed down. They were distraught with all of the disappointment of their morning plans being canceled. Liam settled Harry in for a calm bath to wash away the tears and sweat. Zayn bundled Louis up in his soft sweater he had slept in for comfort. The man has recently been making it a point to sleep in sweaters so Lou will always have something with his scent to comfort him when he's feeling sad or extra-little.

Since the outburst, Louis has remained quiet and snuggly. He hasn't let Harry out of his sight, which is okay with the younger boy who treasures each moment spent with his big brother.

The younger husband walks into the kitchen carrying two bowls, one empty and the other half-filled with sliced apples and carrot sticks. He sets them down on the counter between the stove and sink. Zayn looks at him with a cocked eyebrow as he rinses the suds from the pot he was washing.

"Harry ate his no problem. I haven't been able to get Lou to touch any food today. I can tell he's getting hungry and restless." Liam leans against the counter and sinks into the cold granite.

"Looks like some of this was eaten, though," Zayn says, nodding to the bowl with food still in it.

"That was a combination of Harry and I. Thought we could convince him to eat if he saw us eating it as well."

"Seeing as how regressed he is today, it'd probably be best to give him a warm bottle anyway."

Liam nods in agreement and crosses the kitchen. He reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out the almost finished gallon of milk. Zayn hands him a freshly washed bottle. Liam sets the bottle on the counter and uncaps the milk. Before he pours, his nose catches a wiff of something putrid.

"Ugh," Liam groans. "The milk's gone off. Do we have any more in there?"

Zayn checks the fridge. "Nope. Was planning on grocery shopping tomorrow."

"What should I give him?"

"Well we do have," Zayn starts, eyes drifting to the cabinet above the microwave.

"Formula?" The older husband nods. "I don't know...Harry hates the stuff."

Zayn goes to grab the can of powdered formula. "Yeah, well that's Harry and this is Louis. Two completely different boys."

The man made the bottle and handed it off to Liam with an assuring look. Liam returned to the living room. He had laid down a large fleece blanket for the boys to lay on. His protective instincts didn't want Louis sitting on the couch while he was out of the room in case the boy rolled off the cushions.