My Fairytale - Larry Stylinson AU

Epilogue

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Louis slowly started to gain conscience, but he tried to keep his mind in blank. He didn't want to wake up. Not yet. It was Saturday.

Then, that one thought made his stomach flutter, waking him completely. It was Saturday.

He opened his eyes to his dim lit room; the only light sneaking from behind the curtains. Still, when he turned around, he could see Harry sleeping beside him. With messy hair and slightly parted lips.

He was fast asleep, and Louis smiled fondly at his husband. With the same loving eyes as nearly six years before when he vowed to be with him forever.

He was tempted to kiss him, but he didn't want to wake him up. Not when Louis knew excitement hadn't let Harry sleep the night before. Just as it hadn't let him sleep either.

So he stayed there, eyes closed. Listening to the steady breathing of his husband and his soft snores, next to the few street's sounds he could catch.

With the light leaked into the room, as well as the little noise coming from outside, he figured it was around eight AM.

His time-theory was proven true when he heard the door being, rather clumsily, opened. Followed by the sound of tiny feet padding on the floor. Not too late after that, Louis felt his son climbing up the bed and crawling until he reached the narrow space in-between his fathers.

Sneaking into his fathers' bed in the morning, usually around eight, was a habit Drew was acquiring now that his crib was replaced by a small bed that allowed him to sneak out of it.

Louis opened one eye and peeped at his son, who was caresing his favorite stuffed toy, which was a Simba from The Lion King.

Drew caught him awaken, and spoke, "Papa,"

Louis brought his hand to his own lips, gesturing to be quiet, "Daddy's sleeping," he whispered.

Drew copied him, sealing his lips with his small hands, "Daddy sleep," he whispered too.

Louis nodded and, smiling, he opened his arms, "Come cuddle," he said in the same voice tone.

Drew smiled wide and nuzzled against his father's chest, not losing hold of Simba.

"How about we sleep a bit more?" Louis suggested.

"No sleepy," Drew answered, forgetting he had to be quiet.

"Shh," Louis ran his fingers through his baby hair, which had an incredibly similar chestnut colourto Louis'.

That didn't wake up Harry, thought. He just stirred a little.

But soon, Louis' efforts of letting Harry sleep flew out the window. Their dog, which sneaked after Drew, had jumped and landed just beside Harry. His tail exactly in Harry's mouth.

Harry jolted awake and tried to spit the few dog-hairs.

Drew chuckled, "Bad, Bwuce," he tried to scold the brown Labrador.

Bruce just readjusted himself on the end of the bed, by the feet of his masters.

"Good morning," Louis said.

"Good morning," Harry greeted back with a sigh, a lazy smile, and husky voice. "Hey, baby," he pinched Drew's cheeks.

Drew laughed, "Daddy and Bwuce,"

"Yeah, Bruce woke up daddy, didn't he?" Harry chuckled, grabbing Drew's hand, the one that wasn't holding Simba, and took it to his lips, kissing it gently.