Just a small chapter! I'm trying to start updating all my fics again. Not edited, enjoy! :)

When Louis woke up that chilly morning, he was not surprised when Blake was plastered to his side, his face buried on his chest making him wonder how was he still breathing. He watched Harry sleep as he wrapped his arm around Blake's waist, then brought his hand to his hair where he started running his fingers through it. He furrowed his brow when he found a knot, then as careful as he could, he got rid of it quickly massaging his scalp when his son flinched. He looked at the clock seeing it was already nine in the morning then at Harry's nightstand when something vibrated, making him furrow his brows the more it did.

"Harry...I think someone's calling you." Louis reached to poke Harry's chest, seeing how fast he woke up and moved to answer it.

"'Ello" Harry answered still trying to open his eyes, "I'll be right there...Hannah, tell Mark I'll be there on time. They still have to unfreeze him. Mark didn't tell me they were going to finally d- oh it was decided earlier today. Just give me enough time to get ready. Bye."

"What is it?" Louis asked from the bed, still running his fingers through his son's hair.

"A couple decided to unfreeze their son this morning, I have to go to the institution." Harry explained as he made his way to the closet then came back with a change of clothes, "Are you okay with staying here on your own with Blake or do you want me to call my mum?"

"I'm okay, don't bother your mum." Louis said watching Harry rushing to the bathroom leaving the door open.

Louis decided to stay in bed with Blake then watched Harry get dressed until he got a kiss on the lips, watching him kissing their son on the forehead before he finally left. He fell asleep again wondering who were they going to unfreeze, his thoughts going to that ten year old boy named Jacob making his chest tighten. He just hoped he made it and for him to be okay after it, knowing it was going to be hard for him. Five years was a long time.

The clock struck eleven am when he finally decided to get up getting worried when Blake kept sleeping like the dead, not even moving when Louis did. Louis brushed his teeth then went to the bathroom, washing his hands after before going downstairs to the kitchen. He stopped by the stove thinking of what to make finally deciding on pancakes, then made his way to the pantry seeing Harley slowly walking down the stairs.

"Hi boy!" Louis bent down to pet him,smiling when the puppy licked his hand, then watched him walk to his empty bowl of food.

Louis was quick to pour some in it then refill the other one with water placing it right next to the other, patting Harley's head before he walked to the sink to wash his hands. He started making them, surprising himself when he still knew how to make them, just like his mother had taught him. By the time he was putting the last one at the very top of the stack he had on a plate, Blake walked in still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes looking as cute as ever.

"Where's papa?" Blake asked making his way to the table and taking a seat on his usual spot.

"He had to go to work but he'll be back. Do you want to eat now?" Louis asked him, putting three pancakes on a plate then put them in front of his son when he nodded, "Did you wash your hands?" He asked just when he was about to grab one with his bare hands.

"Yes, when I went to the bathroom. I really had to pee, and I peed a lot." Blake told him giving him all the details making Louis laugh.

"At least you didn't pee the bed." Louis chuckled, making Blake wrinkle his nose.

"I'm too old to pee the bed, dad." Blake giggled as he poured syrup all over his pancakes.

"That's enough syrup, love." Louis gently told him, furrowing his brow when Blake kept pouring more and more. "Blake, that's enough." He said, finally taking the bottle away.

"But I like them with a lot of syrup, and papa never lets me have a lot." Blake pouted, "But he's not here and that means I can have a lot."

"He's not home right now, but I am and when I say that's enough it means that's enough and you should stop." Louis told him.

He made eye contact with Blake and soon wanted to look away when Blake kept staring at him as if he was crazy, but he stayed put until his soon looked away. Louis served himself three pancakes then started eating them, smiling when his son told him how good they were. That's what Louis had always wanted to do. He wanted to make breakfast for him and Harry, he wanted to make lunch for Blake and write him little notes telling him to have a wonderful day and that he loved him. He hoped to start doing that very soon, but for now he was happy with the fact that he had cooked his very first breakfast to his son.

When they were done eating, they cleaned up together then moved upstairs to tidy up a little. When it was time for Louis to change out of his pajamas, he frowned as he stood in the closet, not knowing what to wear when he only had sweatpants, shirts and hoodies. He was tired of wearing that, he wanted to wear jeans and actual shoes he liked instead of the ones Harry had chosen for him.

"Dad!" Blake yelled from the bedroom, "Can we go walk around the neighborhood?" He asked as his voice got closer until he was standing by the door.

"Did you ask papa?" Louis looked at him as he grabbed a pair of black sweatpants.

"He won't answer his phone." Blake sighed, already begging his father with his eyes.

"We can go but just for a little bit, it's freezing outside." Louis decided, thinking it wasn't big deal if they did.

"Yay! I'm gonna put my jacket on." Blake happily told him before leaving to get his jacket.

Louis quickly changed into sweatpants, a long sleeved shirt and finally a hoodie and one of Harry's thickest jackets. He looked at himself in the mirror, noticing how tiny he looked wearing the jacket then smiled. He grabbed the house keys hanging by the garage door before grabbing Harley's leash and walking out with Blake next to him. His son had bundled Harley up as well and soon they were walking, being careful not to go too far away from their home. They were silent until Blake started asking question after question, some making Louis blush.

"How did you find out I was in your tummy?" Blake asked, "I know how I got in there." He giggled when Louis blushed a deep red.

"Well...I kept getting sick until your uncle Zayn took me to the doctor because there's no way I would have gone by myself." Louis said, "Then they told me I was going to have a baby and I cried."

"Why did you cry? Did you not want to have me in your tummy?" Blake stopped and moved to stand in front of Louis.

"I cried because I was so happy, and I already wanted to have you in my arms." Louis explained, smiling when Blake started smiling too.

"That's what uncle Zayn and papa told me." Blake started walking again, "Are you going to have more babies?" He asked, making Louis stop in his tracks.

He stared up ahead, wondering if Harry and him were ever going to have another baby when Harry barely kissed him. He didn't know how that was going to work out if Harry didn't touch him anymore that way, only hugs and cuddles. Louis finally looked at his son who had a hopeful look on his face, but looks could be deceiving.

"Would you want that?" He asked, "I won't if you don't want me to, it could be just papa, you and me." He said, not wanting to upset his child.

"Do you want to?" Blake answered with another question, and that was something Louis had been dreading.

"I do, but I'm not sure about papa." He finally answered.

"He promised me a baby sibling on my ninth birthday, and he never breaks his promises." Blake shrugged.

"Maybe in a few years, love. I want us to be just us three for now." Louis wrapped his arm around his son.

"Okay!" Blake smiled.

They continued walking until they made it back on their street, that's when Louis noticed the black SUV following close behind. He grabbed Blake's hand and sped walked to their home, seeing the car pulling up into the driveway then the garage door opening. He realized it was Harry when he parked inside the garage then got out of the car, making his way towards them.

"Where were you?" He asked, "I got home around twenty minutes ago and you were gone, not even a call or at least a note to let me know you were going out."

"We went for a walk." Blake told him, picking Harley up to put him inside his jacket to warm him up, "And I did call you but you never answered, so dad said it was okay."

"And that's fine, but please do leave at least a note." Harry looked at Louis then his son.

"Sorry, it slipped my mind." Louis apologized, somehow feeling irritated when Harry was treating him like a child.

"Let's go back inside." Harry sighed, rubbing at his temples.

Blake was quick to run downstairs to his game room while Louis went upstairs, Harry following him as soon as he had made sure all doors were locked. As soon as Louis was in the room, he started taking his coats off, only leaving the long sleeved shirt behind. He watched Harry as he changed into gray sweatpants and a white t shirt, his biceps looking bigger than they had looked that morning. Louis licked his lips.

"I need new clothes." He finally spoke up, taking Harry by surprise.

"Oh! Yeah, of course! We can go shopping...now if you want to." Harry quickly said.

Louis was about to nod when he remembered the most important thing when it came to shopping, "I- I don't have any money." He blushed, lowering his gaze.

"Love, don't worry about that. Just focus on getting what you want." Harry moved to wrap his arms around Louis, relaxing when Louis wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head against his chest, "Let's get ready so we can go shopping." He kissed Louis' head.

Thirty minutes later they were out of the house and on their way to the shopping centre. When they got there, Louis clung to Louis when everything was so new and strange to him. He would look at the many people walking around him and couldn't help but compare everything to what used to be before he had died. Back then most of the people used to have conversations with each other, now all of them were busy on their phones. He didn't understand how they could be on their phone all day long without getting bored.

Louis let Harry guide him through the crowd, always making sure their son was next to him. The first store Harry took him to was the Apple store, making Louis' eyes widen at the many electronics they had to offer. He followed Harry who went straight to a salesperson and asked for the latest Iphone they had. Before he knew it, Louis had different phones in front of him, and Harry telling him to pick the one he liked better.

"Aren't they all the same?" Louis asked him, seeing Blake picking one up then begging Harry with his eyes.

"Yes, but they're different colors." Harry gave him a smile then turned to look at Blake, "Son, you already have a phone."

"But it's old and I want a new one. Jeffrey's dad got him a new one and it's just like yours. Why can't I have a new one like Jeffrey does?" He said.

"It's an Iphone 4, most kids would kill to have one. And that was Mr. Tramell's choice to get him a new one, yours still work perfectly fine, so no, you don't need a new one." Harry told him, giving him a look that meant it wasn't open for discussion.

"Fine." Blake pouted, letting Louis wrap his arms around him.

"Which one do you think I should get?" Louis asked him.

"The silver one. Jeffrey says it's the best, and I like it so I think you would like it." Blake looked up at Louis.

"Then the silver one it is." Louis told Harry, before kissing Blake's cheeks. He ignored the many looks people were give them, even heard the word gold digger being muttered.

The green eyed man nodded and turned to speak to the salesperson while Louis and Blake looked around. They were looking at the MacBooks when Harry walked up to them and handed Louis a small plastic bag. He was about to take it when Harry paused, looking deep in thought.

"I'll carry it for you, darling. I don't want anybody to hurt you if they try to take it." Harry explained, seeing Louis' eyes widening before he nodded, "Okay! Now let's go shop. If a store catches your attention, let me know."

Louis nodded, and minutes later they were in American Apparel where Louis chose a few shirts and hoodies. He didn't have a preference for brands, but couldn't help himself when he saw the Vans store. He tried shoes after shoes until he was satisfied with the ones he wanted. However, the smile didn't last when he saw the total. He wanted to tell Harry to take some back, but Harry was already paying without batting an eyelash.

Louis didn't want his son to feel left out, convincing Harry to get him something too. Blake ended up with new shoes and clothes, as well as a few toys and clothes for Harley. At some point, Harry had gone to put the bags in the car while Louis and Blake saved a spot in a restaurant. They ordered their food and ate as fast as they could when Louis wanted to keep looking around, too fascinated with everything.

He ended up buying more things he had liked and needed, always making sure Harry was okay with spending that much money. By the time they were done, Blake looked like a zombie when he was already too tired as they walked to the car. The ride home was silent and when they got home, Blake took Harley out of his crate to dress him up in his new outfits. He started taking pictures while Louis and Harry put things away.

"I don't think it's going to fit in here. I got a lot of things." Louis said as he looked around the closet.

"It will fit, this closet is big enough." Harry gave him a smile, "My clothes are all spread out, but once I move them to my side of the closet you'll have more than enough space."

"Thank you." Louis said, "For getting me all of this." He looked down at the many shopping bags.

"You don't have to thank me." Harry grabbed a few of his suits to move them to his side of the closet.

"And for the phone too." Louis continued, "I have no idea how to use it." He commented, blushing a deep red.

"Blake or I can help you with that. Maybe Blake, he knows more than I do." Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, he's a smart boy." Louis smiled, not thinking before he spoke again, "He asked me if I was going to have another baby."

That made Harry pause, and Louis could see the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down before he finally looked at him. He had a strange expression on his face, one that crushed all of Louis' hopes. Until Harry cleared his throat and asked the million dollar question.

"Do you want to?" He asked, "Have more kids with me?"

"As many as we can." Louis answered. His eyes filling with tears just like Harry's were doing too, the memories crashing down on them.

"How many kids would you like to have?" Harry asked him, his arms wrapped around Louis, and his hands on his belly.

"As many as we can." Louis smiled from where he was sitting in between Harry's legs.

"A whole army." Harry nuzzled his face on the crook of Louis' neck, making the blue eyed boy squirm and giggle.

"A whole army." Louis agreed.

Louis snapped out of it, seeing Harry staring at him before he smiled, "But I want to wait. Right now all I want is spend time with you and Blake."

"I agree. Maybe I'll could take a few days off and go on holiday. Maybe we could go to New York for New Year's Eve." Harry suggested.

"I want to spend those days here." Louis told him, "It's going to be my first christmas with Blake and I would like to spend them here. It's going to be our first christmas too." He gave him a shy smile.

"And your birthday." Harry said, quickly biting his tongue when Louis looked away.

"How old am i going to be, Harry?" Louis looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"Whatever you want, love." Harry answered, then wrapped his arms around Louis.

Louis nodded from where he had his face buried against Harry's chest, sighing when Harry started rubbing his back. Minutes later Louis pulled back and gave Harry a smile that didn't quite reached his eyes, then continued helping Harry make space for his clothes.

They finished by the time it was dinner time, and while Harry cooked, Louis and Blake were trying to get the hang of Louis' new phone. He had already added his family and friends contact numbers, even his mother's when he knew he'll see her someday. After asking Harry, Louis had gone to their bedroom and called his father to invite him over for dinner. Harry had done the same with his mum, and as soon as they got there, they started eating. All that was missing was his mother, and he hoped to see her again.

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