"But mum, he called me a girl last time!"

Jay chuckled at the memory, sadly their first meeting didn't go too well.

"Love, come here." She patted the space next to her, waiting till her son sat down before talking. "You too were both young, Lou, he was six, he just talked without thinking. You're no girl, you're just special. But I'd rather have you than any other baby."

"M not a baby, mum." Louis whined making his mum laugh.

"I know, darling. I wish you were though." Jay said, ruffling her sons hair, making sure the pink bow didn't fall out. "It's already your seventh birthday, excited for your party?"

"Hmhm."

"And for playing with Harry?"

"Not so much, mum." Louis hesitated but told the truth, something his mum tought him.

"It'll be alright, love, I promise."

•••

"I hate you!"

"Good, cause I hate you too!"

"I won't play with you no more!"

"I don't want to play with some girl-boy who wears pink dresses anyway!"

Louis instantly dropped his angry behavior, tears pooling at the edges of his blue eyes, ready to go down.

"Mummy!"