"How's it going back there?"

"We're okay," Harry giggles, sticking his finger near Beverly's little hand. Beverly grabs onto Harry's index finger, and he grins. "Right Bev? We're having a lot of fun back here without Daddy."

"Oi!" Louis huffs, glancing into the rear view mirror to look into the backseat. Harry laughs, but he can't take his eyes off of Beverly. "You two do look very pretty back there, actually."

"Well, thank you," Harry smiles.

They arrive at their house soon enough, with Louis rushing to get out of the car so he can help Harry out of the car. "You sure you can help me and carry Bev's car seat?" Harry asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"'Course," Louis scoffs before flexing. "Check these guns."

"Christ," Harry rolls his eyes. Louis smirks before holding his hand out to help Harry get out of the car. Harry slowly climbs out, wincing.

"You okay?" Louis' smug look quickly dissolves into a worried one. Harry leans into Louis and sighs.

"Yeah," He assures. "Just hurts."

"I'm sorry," Louis kisses the top of his head. "Let's get you and Bev to the sofa, yeah?"

"Please," Harry pouts. Louis reaches into the backseat and unhooks Beverly's car seat, very slowly taking it out of the car. He lets Harry grab onto his free arm, and they (very slowly) walk towards the house.

"I'm going to go get the bags," Louis gently lowers Harry onto the sofa, frowning when Harry winces. "Do you want me to take her out of her carrier first?"

"Yes, please," Harry smiles up at Louis wearily. Louis bends over to unbuckle Beverly from the baby carrier, slowly lifting her up and handing her over to Harry. Harry smiles down at her, adjusting the tiny hat on her head. "She's so tiny."

Louis grins fondly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'll be right back," He says softly. He steps back out of the house to grab the bags while Harry adjusts the tiny socks on Beverly's feet.

"Hi, pretty girl," He coos. "Aren't you happy to finally be home? Lottie's going to bring Ozzy back later, and Lola is upstairs. You can meet both of them! They're both gentle, I promise. I think Taylor's stopping by later, and some of Daddy's friends. Everyone's going to love you. Not as much as me and Daddy, though."

"You talking shit about me to our daughter?" Louis asks, shutting the door closed with his foot, his hands full with their bags.

"Language!" Harry gasps. "And of course not."

Louis sets the bags down by the door before walking over to the sofa. He lays down, his head in Harry's lap. "Whatever he said, he's wrong. You've got the coolest dad in the world."

"I could have told her that," Harry scoffs. Louis snorts, leaning his head up and pressing a kiss to Harry's arm, which is still holding Beverly. "She is beautiful."

"Gets it from Papa," Louis says. Harry rolls his eyes, using his free hand to run his fingers through Louis' hair. "Hey," Harry raises his eyebrow at Louis. "I love you."

Harry's face softens. "I love you too," He smiles. There's a knock on the door, and Louis pouts before standing up to get it.

"Hi, Louis, sorry for dropping in unannounced, but I need to see my niece."

"We have not even been home for five minutes, T," Harry laughs. Louis steps back to let Taylor inside, and she plops down on the couch next to Harry.

"I couldn't wait!" She huffs before grinning down at Beverly. She puts her hand on her chest. "Oh my God, H, she's beautiful."

"Thank you," Harry smiles. "Do you want to hold her?"

"Please," Taylor gasps. Harry gently passes the baby into Taylor's arms, and Taylor's mouth opens in awe.

"Just support her head," Harry reminds. Louis stands behind the couch and leans down to press a kiss to the top of Harry's head.

"I'm going to go unpack the bags, okay?" He says.

"Oh, okay," Harry leans his head back to smile at him. "Thanks, Lou."

Louis just smiles back at him, lifting up the bags left near the door. "Her onesie is adorable," Taylor mentions.

"It was Louis' when he was a baby," Harry mentions.

"Aw," Taylor coos. "She's seriously gorgeous, oh my God. I can't believe you have a baby."

"Me either," Harry nods, voice soft. "Think you and Joe are next?"

"No," Taylor says quickly, and Harry laughs. "No, no, no. Not for another three years at least."

"That's what I thought," Harry shrugs.

"That's because this one was a happy surprise," Taylor points out before frowning. "You still haven't told me her name."

"Oh, sorry," Harry fixes Beverly's little hat. "Her name is Beverly Rue Tomlinson. It's kind of...different, I know, but Lou and I really like it."

"No, I love it," Taylor assures, smiling. "That's perfect, you two are so cool."

Harry giggles. "I don't know about that," He says.

"Is Louis taking good care of you?" Taylor looks away from Beverly and to Harry. Harry's face softens, and he nods. "I'm sorry, I'm so annoying for asking you that all the time. Ever since Nick, I worry about you, you know?"

"I get it," Harry says quietly. "Louis is really, really great. I didn't think there was anyone like him, but he's so wonderful, T."

"Good," Taylor smiles. "And you know you can always come to me if something...happens."

"Nothing will happen, Louis isn't like that," Harry assures. Louis comes back down the stairs, furrowing his eyebrows and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his joggers.

"Louis isn't like what?" He asks.

"I'm just making sure you're taking good care of my boy over here," Taylor shoots Louis a playful glare. Harry smiles and shakes his head.

"Always," Louis scoffs. "You need anything, H?"

"I'm good, thanks," Harry grins.

"Taylor?" Louis offers.

Taylor's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Oh, no thank you," She says. She leans over towards Harry and whispers quite loudly, "I like this one."

"Me too," Harry whispers back. Louis just laughs, plopping down next to Harry and putting his arm around him.

♛

"I can get it," Louis sighs into Harry's hair, voice thick with sleep as Beverly starts to wail. Harry just hums sleepily as Louis stands up out of bed.

"But what if she's hungry?" Harry mumbles into his pillow. Louis scoops her up before holding her up to his nose. He scrunches his nose and winces.

"Definitely not hungry," He mumbles. "I'll change her nappy, you go back to sleep."

"M'kay," Harry mutters. Louis smiles wearily before carrying Beverly next door to the nursery, sighing and laying her down on the changing table.

"I know, love," He coos as Beverly cries. "Don't cry, Bev, you're breaking my heart." Louis pulls a new nappy out from the package next to him before unbuttoning Beverly's pyjamas.

"Oh, Jesus, you look like Papa when you cry," Louis huffs. "What the fuck, that's not fair. Every time you cry I'm going to think about Haz crying!"

Beverly calms down a bit, and Louis sighs in relief. "The guilt trip worked, huh?" He chuckles quietly. "I'll keep that in mind for the future." Once her nappy is changed, he buttons up her pyjamas again before scooping her up. She's still fussing a little, so he sits down in the rocking chair and starts to rock. "Hope your Papa went back to sleep, he deserves it," He mentions softly.

Beverly's eyes slowly start to close as Louis talks softly. "He is really very strong, huh? He carried you for nine months! That is a long time, Beverly Rue. And I was only around for about five of them. I used to talk to you when you were in his belly, though, I hope you remember. He is beautiful, Jesus, and you look a lot like him. You and your Papa, you're the two most beautiful people I've ever seen."

"And you've got so many people in your life who love you," Louis continues after a few moments. "Lots and lots of aunts, just in case you happen to need a break from me and Papa. It happens, I get it. As long as it's not for too long."

Beverly's eyes close for good. Louis smiles lovingly. "Alright, yeah, time for bed," Louis slowly stands up as to not disturb Beverly, walking back to the bedroom.

"She okay?" Harry mumbles almost as soon as Louis walks back in.

"Yeah," Louis lays her back down in her cot. "And you are supposed to be sleeping, mister."

"Soz," Harry sighs. Louis just crawls into the bed, wrapping Harry up in his arms and kissing the top of his head.