My Fairytale - Larry AU boyxboy

Epilogue

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This journey has been amazing, you are all such incredible souls. 

Thank you for letting me share this story with you. For waiting and reading every update. I love you forever.

Special thanks to Kosmicgirl, she's the best friend in the world and I couldn't have done this without her.

Hugs and kisses to every one of you. 

-Elizabeth

Also,  I am very interested in someone translating "My Fairytale" to french or german (that way I can practice my reading in these languages since I already know what the story is about (duuh me)) So if your first language is french or german and you want to practice your writing skills by translating, let me know!!! I promise you'll learn lots and so will I and we can be friends!!! xxxx

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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 the 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 caressing his favorite stuffed toy, which was a Simba from The Lion King.

Drew caught him awake, 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.