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Louis had predicted it right before he fell asleep, and it had stayed deep in his thoughts. They were going to be late for the first time ever.

It all had started when they had slept through their alarm, only waking up when Harley had run into the room and started yapping at them so they could let him out. Harry had sat up right away, his eyes widening when he saw how late it was. He jogged downstairs with the dog in his arms to let him out, at the same time he was trying to get rid of his bed head. Louis had stayed upstairs trying to wake Blake up and get him to get ready. The shower could wait until after school. Again.

"C'mon Blake. Time to get up." Louis gently shook him and when he didn't wake up, he opened the blinds to let the light in.

"Five more minutes." Blake yawned.

"Nope. Sorry, baby. You have to get up now, we're already late." Louis said, taking a step back when Blake sat up and looked around with wide eyes.

"We get to pick the topic for our projects today!" He exclaimed as he got out of bed and ran to his closet to look for something to wear.

Louis stared at his son as he changed into clean clothes then put on his shoes. He decided to go back to his bedroom and change to go see his mom when he was sure Blake was handling everything well. He found Harry in the bathroom, half dressed and brushing his teeth as fast as he could.

"Remind me to let the dog back in." Harry told him right after he had spit out and rinsed his mouth.

"No good morning kiss?" Louis pouted, almost grinning when Harry paused what he was doing and turned to look at him.

Louis got closer to Harry and puckered up his lips, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck when the man finally kissed him. He wanted to keep kissing him, but Harry sadly pulled away, leaving one last kiss on his forehead.

"Papa, what do I eat!?" Blake ran into the bathroom with Harley in his arms.

"Just grab a granola bar and a banana." Harry told him. "And milk!"

When all three of them were ready to go, they finally left the house and dropped Blake off at school only three minutes before he was officially late. Harry had only dropped Louis off at his father's institution then drove to the hospital where he was already late, something that had never happened before. He smiled at everybody on his way to his office, feeling refreshed and like a brand new person. His first patient was a twenty year old female and he was ready to start the day.

Back in Tomlinson's Cryogenic Institute, Louis was already in his mother's room, watching her as he held her hand. She looked better, some of her color was starting to come back and she wasn't as pale as she had been. He grabbed her favorite book of poems and started reading to her. His father had told him it was good to do so, that it would motivate her to get better and stimulate her brain.

He was in the middle of reading Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson when he felt his mother's hand moving. He stopped reading right away and stared at her, holding his breath when he saw her throat moving and her eyelids fluttering. He had prayed for that moment every night, and now that it might be happening, he was about to have a panic attack. He got up and fixed the oxygen mask then started running his fingers through her thin hair, never letting go of his hand. His blue eyes much like hers filled with tears when she opened them.

"Momma." Louis mumbled," It's okay, you're okay. You're okay." He repeated like a mantra,and started crying as soon as the tears rolled down her face.

His mother shouldn't cry at all. She should always smile and be happy. Louis was going to make sure of that from now on.

"Lou..." She spoke. How had Louis missed her voice, feeling calm just by hearing it.

"I missed you." Louis softly told her, lifting her hand up to kiss her on the knuckles while taking his phone out to text his dad.

Luckily, Blake always texted him and he had slowly learned how to send fast replies so it didn't take him long to compose a text to send to his dad.

She looked around the room with sleepy eyes, sometimes closing them for a few seconds before she was opening them again. The sun was high in the sky and Louis let go of her hand to go and close the blinds so the light wouldn't bother her. He went back to her and stood by his side, making sure she was comfortable.

"W–Where am I?" She slowly spoke, taking longer than usual then reached to try an take the oxygen mask off.

"You need that, mom." Louis gently grabbed her hand and pulled it away, "You're in the hospital. You're okay now and soon we're gonna go home. You and dad will be staying with us for a few weeks. I don't think Harry will mind when I ask him, he'll want to keep an eye on you."

There was a big elephant in the room, they both knew it. Louis didn't want to talk about their problems yet, didn't want to face the fact that he had been cruel to his mother. He felt nothing but shame. He was smiling at her, running his fingers through her hair while she kept looking at him with nothing but amazement in her eyes. Her eyes soon filled with tears and she started crying, scaring Louis when he had never seen her cry like that. As if she was feeling completely helpless, despair emitting off of her like hot painful waves.

He couldn't hold back his tears anymore and started crying, leaning down to hug his mother. To give her that one hug she had been waiting for for almost ten years. That hug Louis had craved all that time she had been gone. A sense of a strong oasis of serenity spread throughout their bodies the longer they hugged.

"I–I knew it." Jay sobbed, "I kn–knew my time was up. It was all a dream. We–We left them. Oh God, we left them. Blake..."

Louis pulled away when she started having trouble breathing, when her face went from a deep red to light purple in a matter of seconds. He started panicking and pressed on the emergency button more than necessary, just as his father opened the door. Louis pulled away from her and let his father help her out. He walked backwards until he was standing on a corner of the room, watching a nurse run in with something in her hands. He found out it was a sedative when his mother finally stopped crying.

"Are you okay?"

Louis looked at his father when he heard his voice. He stared at him for a few seconds too long, trying to comprehend what his father had asked him. He set his gaze on Jay again wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and keep her safe from everything that could hurt her. Had she felt that way towards him? And he had taken it all away when he had harshly rejected her.

"Marissa, could you please bring him a water bottle?" Mark asked, never taking his eyes off of Louis.

Louis cleared his throat. "Is she–Is she going to be okay?" Louis asked.

"She will. Everybody has a crisis like this when they first wake up." Mark explained, "You had one, Jacob had one. Its normal. With time we've come to find out it's because the brain completely shuts down then is forced to wake up again. All the cryopreservatives we inject into the body to keep the low temperatures from damaging the organs play a big part too. Your mother will be fine, son."

"She looked terrified. I hate to see her like that." Louis finally had the courage to get closer to her again.

"Hopefully she'll be better when she wakes up again. She should wake up in a few hours, we didn't give her enough sedatives to knock her out for the rest of the day and the whole night."

Louis watched the way his father looked at his mother. The way his eyes shined with unshed tears as he ran his fingers through her hair. He heard him whisper a "I missed you." to her before he leaned down and kissed the left side of her head.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to ask Harry if you can stay with us as long as it takes her to get better. I want to spend all my time with her." Louis told him.

"That's okay with me, and I'm sure Jay won't mind spending time with you and Blake. She missed him a lot." Mark said, biting on his bottom lip when Louis looked down.

"I'm going to make it up to her." Louis sniffled, "I was a jerk to her when she did nothing but try to take care of me and love me."

"I can assure she'll tell you she has nothing to forgive you for. She'll just want to be with you all the time." He smiled a little.

"I want that too." Louis smiled, finally taking her mother's hand in his.

"We're going to unfreeze someone today. Will you be okay staying here alone with her?" Mark asked.

"Of course, don't worry about us. I won't let anything bad happen to her." Louis assured him.

"I'll come back later." Mark hugged Louis, smiling when Louis didn't push him away. "Make sure you eat!"

Louis was once again alone with his mother then grabbed the book of poems to finish reading it to her. When he was done, he sent a text to everybody except Blake to let them know his mother was awake. He wanted to tell his son in person, knowing Blake had been anxiously waiting for her to wake up again. Zayn, Liam and Niall all promised to visit once she was back home, knowing how overwhelming it could get. He ended up taking a nap when the lack of sleep from the night before started getting to him.

As he fell asleep, he started planning what they were going to do on Christmas. He smiled when he remembered the blanket forts he and Harry used to build, deciding that they were going to decorate the house then build the biggest blanket fort ever. They were going to have the biggest christmas tree, not natural because Harry had told him Blake always got allergies because of it. He was going to make sure his baby had the best christmas ever. And he was hoping to give him at least one more sibling in the next five to seven years.

While asleep, he started dreaming. It wasn't the kind of dream a person would usually dream. It was the so called "life flashing before your eyes" that had him shifting around restlessly on the couch. He hadn't had those dreams in a long time, ever since he had gone home with Harry and their son. He woke up with a start when his mother's death played over and over in his head, leaving him breathless and frightened

He looked around for her in the semi dark room, finding her still sleeping in her bed. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash away any signs of sleepiness. When he was done, he checked his phone, finding a missed call from Harry and many texts. Some from Blake, making him realize he had gotten out of school an hour ago. He opted for calling Harry first, wanting to know if he was going to come over and if he was going to bring Blake or leave him with Anne.

"Mom woke up." Louis told him as soon as Harry answered.

"How is she doing? How are you?" Harry asked, having heard the the way Louis sounded already so overwhelmed.

"She freaked out, but dad said she's okay. He had to sedate her." Louis informed him, "Did you pick Blake up?"

"My mom did, and I'm going to pick him up later today." He said.

"Are you coming here?"

"I'm actually on my way. If she's okay enough to go home then Mark will take her home. I don't see the point of keeping her there longer than necessary if she's doing better. It would be depressing for her." Harry explained.

"Can she come home with us?" Louis asked him hoping for a yes, "At least for a week or so. I want to spend time with her, take care of her. Please."

"Babe, you don't have to ask me. She's welcome there as long as she wants. Listen, I have to go but I'll be there in an hour or so." Harry told him then hung up when Louis said his goodbyes.

He went back to sit next to his mother, stopping in his tracks when he noticed she was awake and looking around with tired droopy eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat when she finally looked at him. He was expecting her to look away and make him go away, he deserved it after all. Instead, she tried to lift up her arm and reach for him as she mumbled his name. He was fast to go to her and wrap his arms around her frail body.

It was like a breath of fresh air when she hugged him as tight as she could and he did the same thing. After ten years, Jay had her baby in her arms again and he was there to stay.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Louis started crying, looking at her with the bluest eyes when she pushed him away to look at her.

"I–I'm sorry I co–couldn't protect you, I didn't let you be ha–happy." Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke.

"That's in the past, okay. We're all going to move on and be happy. Dad and I made up and I was waiting for you to wake up. I thought I lost you a–and I didn't want to." Louis blabbered. He had a lot of things to say but couldn't gather his thoughts enough to organize them and be as clear as he could.

"They brought me back." Jay stated, looking up at the ceiling.

"I begged him to. He–He didn't want to, he said he promised you he wouldn't do it."

"I can feel it...it's not the same." Jay told him, "It feels like there's a big part missing."

"It's not the same, I know it will never be the same." Louis held her hand, "But we can move on. Blake misses you, we all do."

"I want to see him and Mark."

"You're coming home with me, okay. Harry says it's okay, and I want to spend time with you. Only if you want to."

"As long as I'm with you." Jay agreed, closing her eyes to rest them, but never letting go of Louis' hand.

He felt her son's fingers running through her hair, and seconds later felt him laying down next to her. She rested her head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around her. They spent a few minutes there until the door was opening and Mark and Harry slowly made their way in. Louis looked at them then down at her mother who was now asleep again, probably feeling exhausted just like he had felt.

"How is she doing?" Mark asked.

"Much better. She agreed to come home with me." Louis said, holding his mother closer.

"Are you feeling okay?" Harry asked him, nodding when Louis did.

He was fast to check on Jay, having to see Louis' disappointed expression when he told her she had to spend another night there. She still needed the oxygen and was too weak to take her out into the cold. Louis finally understood that it was for her own good and agreed to go home since Mark was going to stay with her. He kissed her on the forehead before he and Harry left, stopping at Anne's to pick Blake up. When they got home Blake went straight to take a shower while Harry and Louis cooked dinner together.

"I don't like cauliflower." Blake made a face of disgust at his dinner as soon as he had seen what they were going to have.

"It's good for you and that's all there is for dinner." Harry raised a brow.

"I'm not eating it." Blake pushed it to the side of his plate and far away from the other food with his fork.

"Blake..." Harry sighed, "I'm really not in the mood to be arguing with you so eat it. "You're not getting up until you do."

"But its gross." Blake continued arguing.

"Don't eat it then, but I don't want to see you here eating junk food later tonight." Louis spoke up.

Blake looked at Harry and Harry looked at Louis then shared a look. Up until then, Louis had been easy going, letting Blake get away with almost anything. But Harry guessed that those days were over and he was pleased to know that. Blake let out a loud sigh and stabbed the cauliflower with his fork then ate it, he had on a disgusted expression as he chewed and swallowed. He did that until he finished all of it then started eating the rest of his food, glad that he was done with the cauliflower.

"Do you have homework?" Louis asked him.

"Nana helped me do it. Can I watch tv before going to bed?" Blake looked at them with a hopeful look.

"Okay, but nothing inappropriate." Harry told him.

"Forensic shows are not inappropriate. Uncle Liam says I have to see a dead person if I'm going to be a doctor." Blake told him as if his father was completely wrong.

"Ooh, you didn't tell us about this." Louis leaned closer.

"I decided this morning, dad. I want to bring dead people back too." Blake told him.

"That's..." Louis frowned then forced a smile when Blake looked at him, "That's great!"

"Well you can watch those shows when you get a bit older." Harry told him, leaving no space for argument.

"Fine. I'm gonna watch cartoons." Blake sighed.

He got up and picked his plate up, going to the sink to rinse it off before putting it in the dishwasher. When he was done he made his way to the couch in the living room and turned the tv on to cartoon network, letting Harley climb on his lap only to fall asleep seconds later. While he watched cartoons, Louis and Harry cleaned up as fast as they could then rushed upstairs to take a shower.

Harry had barely locked the door when Louis was already on him kissing him. It was like he could never get enough of Harry when he had him in front of him. There was something about Harry now, something that drove him crazy. Maybe it was the fact that he was older, and that turned Louis on. He didn't know if he should tell Harry or keep it to himself. He chose the latter when Harry pinned him against the wall, lifting him up by his thighs so Louis could wrap his legs around his waist. Now that they had gotten a taste the night before of what it was like, they couldn't stop now.

"Wh–" Louis moaned as soon as Harry started kissing down his neck, "Why don't you fuck me?" He asked, wondering if he had done something wrong when Harry froze and pulled back to look at him.

"You want to?" He asked him.

"I do." Louis nodded. He knew he looked desperate to spread his legs open for Harry, but he didn't care when he was about to get what he wanted.

Harry gave him a big kiss on the lips then pulled back, "I think I ran out of lube." He told him, feeling somehow embarrassed.

"Who cares." Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, "Please." Louis whimpered, making sure to grind against Harry.

That was it for Harry when he kissed him again. Louis let him take him somewhere else, finding out it was their bedroom when Harry put him on the bed then went to lock the door. Louis' eyes darkened when Harry started taking his clothes off on his way to him, almost as if he was giving him a show. Louis palmed himself then unbuttoned his jeans and took them off along with his boxers. He had no shame when he wrapped his hand around himself and started stroking, slow and careful.

By the time Harry made it to the bed, he was already naked and hard but walked past Louis to his side of the bed. Louis stopped his movements to look at Harry, to watch him rummage through his too perfectly organized drawer. He saw the way his face lit up, knowing why when he saw the still sealed bottle in his hands. Harry didn't waste time at all to open it and pour some on his fingers as he made his way to Louis.

Louis sat up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him. Harry traced his bottom lip with his tongue, using one hand to pull him closer by the waist to his naked body. That's how he let Harry finger him until he was bouncing up and down on them, that's how Harry felt what it was like to feel Louis like that again after a long time. Nothing had changed at all for the both of them. Louis' hand wrapped around his cock had always felt like heaven, now it felt like he was on fire. He wanted, he needed to be inside of him.

He took the three fingers out of Louis and wiped them off on the bedspread, forgetting how much of a clean freak he was. He didn't care anymore. He forgot to be gentle with Louis when he made him lay down then grabbed his hips and pulled him forward so his ass was at the edge of the bed.

"Harry!" Louis whined, fisting the sheets when Harry wasn't doing anything and he was beyond turned on.

Louis was dying and he was starting to get frustrated, "Either you put it in now or I'll just fuck myself." He threatened.

Harry just wanted to make their first time together again unforgettable, and now he was sure it was something they would never forget. He slowly started sliding his cock in, leaning down to kiss him and murmur how much he loved him. He felt good every time Louis would tell him he loved him too, he never got tired of hearing it. He loved the way Louis arched his back and clung to him as he slowly entered him until he was fully in him.

He didn't waste time and started going in and out of him, making sure his lips never left Louis'. His thrusts became erratic when it had been ten years without Louis– his Louis.

Louis wrapped his legs around Harry, bringing him closer to him. Harry buried his face on his neck, taking in his scent while he couldn't help himself and lightly bit his shoulder to keep quiet. The more Harry hit his spot, the harder it was getting to keep himself from screaming.

That's how he came, completely untouched and too fast. He laid on the bed, letting Harry fuck him a little rough. He whined when Harry pulled out and continued stroking himself until he was cumming all over Louis, letting out a loud moan that had Louis scrambling up to cover his mouth.

He let Harry fall on top of him, panting and trying to catch his breath. They were quiet as they listened to any sound, blushing madly when they heard the tv all the way upstairs, knowing Blake had turned the volume up as loud as it would go.

"He heard us." Louis whispered. They had probably traumatized their child for life.

"He's fine." Harry told him.

"We need to shower." Louis kissed the top of Harry's head.

Harry lifted his head up and kissed him over and over again. When he was satisfied, he picked Louis up and took him to the bathroom where he made sure the water was hot. He made sure he was gentle with Louis as he helped him clean himself. When they were done, they got dressed and went downstairs where Blake was already asleep with Harley next to him.

The tv was still on to a forensic show and Harry shook his head, deciding to let it go when he saw it wasn't actually showing dead bodies. Harry picked him up and walked upstairs to his room, trying to ignore the way Louis was waddling when he rushed to fix the covers on Blake's bed. They kissed him goodnight and left the room, leaving Harley sleeping at the foot of his bed.

When their heads hit the pillows, they fell asleep right away wrapped in each other's arms, completely happy and satisfied.

Thoughts? :)

I apologize for the shitty smut.