^that's BJ if you're curious

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May POV

I wake up to one of my kids crying.

I look over and see Harry dead asleep. His body sprawled over the mattress making me grin. I get out of bed and walk down the hall.

The crying is coming from Owen's room.

I see him standing in his crib crying. I walk over to him and pick him up. I assume he had a bad dream.

I sooth him down by rubbing his lower back and holding him tightly. His head rests on my shoulder and his arms hook around me. His crying becomes muffled and his chest becomes it's normal pace.

I look to the clock in his room and see it's 2 in the morning.

I start walking back to my room.

Once I get there I see Harry sitting up. He wipes his eyes and looks at me. "Bad dream?" His voice is deep. So deep it scares Owen. He starts crying again.

Harry clears his throat. "I think you're getting sick." I say to my husband.

I sit down on the mattress and pat my sons lower back.

"Eh." Harry shrugs. Owen holds my hand and has his head pressed against my chest. I pat his back and look to Harry.

"He's a Mama's boy." He says making me smile.

"You think?" Harry takes him out of my arms and Owen starts crying again. His arms reach out to me.

"See." Harry hums. He places the 1 year old back in my arms. I lay down and my son cuddles himself into me. He kisses me and I smile.

"I love you." I say to him.

"I love you." He says it in his baby way that makes my heart swell.

***

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm putting the clothes away. I walk by Annabelle's room. Harry is seated with her. He's braiding her long brown hair, that makes me smile.

Once she became 2, he wanted me to teach him how to braid hair, put it up, do a fish tail, all of that, so he could do it with her. I think it's nice he wants to be involved like that.

I step into her room and smile at her warmly. I go into her drawer and put her clothes in.

"Daddy can I paint your nails?" My daughter asks him.

"You painted them teal last week."

"Chipped nails aren't cute." I smile at her. "Please?" She gives him that look that she knows will make him give in.

"Fine." Harry says. "What color darling?"

I let them be and walk back to the laundry room. A smile is on my mouth. He's honestly the best Dad. I'm lucky that he's the father of my children. He doesn't even care that he goes to work with painted nails because he knows he made his daughter happy.

I run the last wash which is towels and walk downstairs to grab a snack.

***

Finn got home from school an hour ago. He seemed off which made me worried.

I walk upstairs with his favorite juice and knock on his door before walking in. I see him on his mattress with BJ. The small pig is pressed against my sons chest and his fingers stroke his light pink hair.

"Hello." I say to Finn while placing his juice on his nightstand.

"Hi." Finn replies.

"I brought you juice. You usually have some when you get home."

"Thank you." I look at him. He has that same sad look on his face.

"How was your day?" I ask him.

"Okay."

"Just okay?" His blue eyes gaze to me. My son remains silent.

"They were picking on me again." My heart pinches.

"Why?" I ask. I hold his hand. BJ's small head is pressed against Finn's shoulder.

"I let Anne paint my nails and they called me names." My eyebrows furrow.

"What type of names?"

"One boy said gay." Finn told me. "And I said gay m-means happy and I am happy s-so I am g-gay then." I stroke his cheek. "They all l-laughed at me."

"Was that all what happened?" His head shakes 'no'.

"Someone th-threw out my lunch." I shake my head. How can 6 year old's be so mean already?

"I can make you something, you need to eat." I say.

"I'm not hungry." My son murmurs. I lay down beside him and stroke his curls back. "I j-just wanted to make Anne h-happy so I let her paint them. I didn't k-know it was a big deal."

"It's not." I say. I stroke his cheek. "It is very sweet of you to let your sister paint your nails honey."

"She said it w-was a nice co-color." He shows me. It's grey.

"It's a very nice color." I say. "Did you want to take it off?"

"I don't w-want her to be s-sad though."

"You're a good brother." I say. I pinch his noise and he giggles. "Do you want me to call the school?" His head shakes.

"They'll c-call me more names."

"But I want you to be happy in school and not starve."

"M-Me and the ja-janitor talk. He's nice." I tilt my head and hold him. BJ is still between us. "His name is Tim and he has t-three kids." I smile.

"You're too good for this world." I murmur.

"Do y-you think s-someone would want to be-be friends with me?" My son asks curiously.

"Yes, anyone would be lucky to be your friend." I say.

"Wh-What would happen if I took BJ t-to school?"

"You can't do that honey." I chuckle.

"He'll be in my bag the who-whole ti-time though. No one would see h-him."

"He'll suffocate and die if it's zippered all the way." I say.

"Oh." He strokes his pets hair. "Never mind then." I smile.

"I love you Finn."

"I love you too Mommy." He kisses my cheek, I smile gently.

"I'm going to make you some lunch. I'll be right back." He nods and looks back to BJ.

***

I'm in bed with Harry.

"How was your day?" He asks me.

"Okay. You?"

"Good. Some guys are the office complimented my nail color. I know they're being asses." I laugh. He has red nails this time.

"It suits you well." I say making him chuckle.

"Finn told me what happened at school." I shrug and lay down.

"What parent raises their kids to judge people? What parent tells boys it's 'gay' to paint their nails? Those are the same fucking parents that paint their sons room blue and their daughters room pink."

"Someone upset Mama bear." I hear Harry say making me shake my head.

"It makes me upset that he's getting made fun of for that. Even if Anne didn't want to paint his nails and he wanted too just because, I wouldn't care. Why should I care? Painting nails won't make a boy turn gay. Jesus, people now a days are stupid." I rant. Harry's hand rests on top of mine.

"At least Finn doesn't mind as much about his nails rather then getting his lunch thrown away."

"Why does he have to be picked on though? Because of a stutter? Because he's a happy little boy? There is nothing wrong with him. He is the cutest ball of sunshine and these kids need to be taught that bullying is a mean thing."

Harry holds me and kisses my cheek. "I think that they don't know words hurt since they're so young."

"Well they should if they know what 'gay' means." I mumble. "What else are these 6 years old's going to do? Smoke and drink?" Harry chuckles. "Change the topic, because I'm getting angry."

"Okay, uh." Harry pauses. "Have you gotten your period?"

"Yes, I have." I say.

"Good." I laugh as well as Harry.

"I think right now having the three of them is more than enough."

"Agreed."

"But in a few years if you want to have one more we can. You're only 31, I'm 30," I pause. "Oh my god I sound old." Harry laughs.

"You still look beautiful as always." He kisses my cheek. I look at him and smile gently.

"I feel sad now."

"Why?"

"I'm 30." I say. "Ew."

"You don't look a day past 22 to me." I chuckle and nudge him. "If you want to seem more old, we've been together for 13 years." I start coughing.

"Stop." I say. "What the hell? How?"

"We started dating when you were 17. You're 30 now. I'm not subtracting the times we broke up, that's too much to count." I laugh.

"I guess that's cute."

"You guess?" Harry snickers.

"I mean to me it's cute, to other people it sounds like we're old." Harry grins.

"Sh, you're not that old." His hands hold mine.

"You look the same." I point out.

"I still have acne?"

"You did not have it bad." I nudge him. His head shakes.

"Uhuh." I roll my eyes playfully. I rest my head on his chest. His fingers run through my hair. "If someone told you when you were 17 that we would be married and have kids together, what would you say?"

"Well," I pause. "Adam predicted it." I say making him snicker. "But in all honesty I was 99.9 percent sure that we wouldn't last when we started dating in high school."

"Why?"

"'Cause you seemed to love rain checking." I bring up and he starts laughing.

"Point taken." I smile gently. "We were problematic."

"We continued problematic." I say. "I think we only had like 4 good months in high school. Everything else was hell. Then college was problematic, after April was problematic, I think we were finally happy together was when we got back together after our break."

"I guess we needed that break." Harry says. "I hated it though."

"So did I." I admit. "But, I did learn you have anger issues." He snickers. "That apartment you tore apart."

"I know. I had to pay a fee." I can't happen but to laugh. He does too. "What you do to me May Styles." I grin. I lean up and kiss him.

"I love you."

"I love you more." He pecks my lips. "You said BJ only lives for 5 years. He's been around longer." I nudge him under the covers.

"Shut up. You're going to cry when he dies."

"No I won't." I raise my eyebrow at him.

"He ran out of the house a few weeks ago. You ran outside in your boxers to get him. You brought him back in the house and cried because you thought he was going to get hit by a car." I remind him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to bring that up."

"BJ was a good investment." I say.

"Okay, he was."

Our bedroom door opens. I see Annabelle walk in with her blanket around her. She climbs into bed with us and lays in the middle.

Harry looks to our daughter and smiles. He kisses her cheek and fixes the blanket against her. "Goodnight princess."

"Goodnight Daddy." Our daughter yawns. "Goodnight Mommy."

"Goodnight." I kiss her forehead.

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