This is the last chapter because the time jump of 10 years (give or take) and I hope that you enjoy this chapter because this has been in my mind since the start Side Effect and I hope I've wrote it as well as I hoped I could.

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Im progressively getting back to writing so this will have a lot more frequent updates, I swear!

This is dedicated the wonderful LushLawsOneDirection  I love you so much Lukas, you're so brave babe xx

"Papa?"Oliver asks, standing in front of his Papa who is doing the bedtime duty of giving Adrian his bottle to send him off to sleep. Louis takes his eyes off of the baby to look at Oliver, giving his middle child an encouraging smile for them to continue with whatever it is that he wants to ask or ask.

Oliver scrambles to sit next to Louis on the rocking chair that is situated in the nursery, it being big enough that there was room for another person, or in this case a child, to come to sit beside Louis and a nursing Adrian. Oliver is squeaky clean after his bedtime bath, dressed in one of Olivers - Louis' actually - favourite animated onesies, designed to be a grey puppy just like the one from Anistasia.

Pooka was dressed as Pooka, and really, Louis couldn't contain his giggles and fondness.

Liam had gone for an evening jog which would last a good while, Fletcher was staying a very hesitant - on Louis' part - sleep over at Michaels while Calum was off on a business trip, having Fletcher, Bonnie and Axel to look after. Oliver didn't want to attend, being too tired after his day of Nursery and just wanting to spend time with his Papa and baby Adrian.

"I like pink,"Oliver says, snuggling his way under Louis' arm as the man continues to feed Adrian his bottle. Adrian's eyes are half way closed, the bottle near enough done. Louis hums.

"I know you do Pooka, Daddy and I got you all those pretty pink clothes for you, remember? And so did Santa."Louis smiles, feeling the heat of his middle child against his side and his youngest at his chest. Oliver nods, nuzzling closer to his Papa because it was true, his Daddy and Papa got him wonderful pink clothing and Santa got him pretty dolls and a house and pretty shoes.

"I like pu'ple too."

"It's okay to like more than one colour, Pooka."Louis smiles reassuringly, slowly taking the bottle out of Adrian's mouth whenever he notices that the baby has started to fall asleep. Louis is setting the bottle onto the side table, moving Adrian gently so he can rub and pat at his back.

"Okay..."Oliver nods his head, playing with his fingers on his lap. He feels kind of frustrated, he knows what he wants to say but not how to say it, and it's confusing because he isn't even all that sure why he feels like he does, why he has to be different from the rest of the boys but at the same time, different from the the girls as well.

He likes the colour pink, to play with barbies and dress up. Oliver likes to watch princess films and play with all of Bonnies pretty dresses that her Daddies buy her all of the time. Oliver doesn't like playing with action figures, or playing with cars and trucks like the other boys in his class and no other boy wants to play with his dolls. But at the same time, no girl will play with him either and it's confusing.

The boys nor the girls accept him in their social group, Oliver doesn't know what to do or feel. They're only 4.

"Papa?"Oliver speaks up after a moment of silence, eyes trained on fingers that okay nervously on pyjama covered lap. Oliver is intelligent for his age, always has been and it was something that Louis is so proud of to see in his middle child of how Oliver was souring higher than the rest of the children in nursery.

"Yes, baby?"He patiently waits for Oliver to continue to speak, settling a sleeping Adrian against  one of his arms and motioning for Oliver to move to sit on his lap. The little one gets himself seated on his Papa's lap, sitting sideways as he just watches his little brother sleep against his Papa.

"I don' like being Oliver."They blurts, somewhat finding the words that was wanted to be said but at the same time not. Louis nods slowly, his arms cradling two of his boys.

"Do you not like being Oliver or being called Oliver?"Louis treads carefully, keeping his voice soft as he speaks to his middle child, watching the way they seem to curl up on his lap, hiding their face in the soft material of Louis' worn out hoodie. It was soft, old from years of owning it smelt of washed out aftershave.

"Being..."They whisper, unsure why a feeling of fear and sadness is washing over them, sniffling just a little at the small confession towards Papa who feels lost himself on what to do or what to say, caught between scooping the child up but in a difficult position whenever Adrian is still in his arms.

Louis is never more thankful to see Liam lingering at the door frame, silently asking his husband to come and take Adrian and put him down in his crib. Liam nods, giving a sniffling Oliver worried glances but making himself unseen as he takes the baby to sort out, knowing that Louis will take control of the situation.

"Lets go talk somewhere else, okay Pooka?"Louis waits for Olivers nod before he's scooping them up and making his way towards his own bedroom, settling himself under the thick covers of the large bed with Oliver on his lap, face stuck into Papas chest."Baby, can you look at me?"

"Sorry Papa."Oliver sniffles, pulling away and revealing the tears that are streaming down soft cheeks. There's a look of worry and fear in chocolate brown eyes, one that makes Louis' heart shatter into a million little pieces as he looks at Oliver.

"No, Baby, don't say sorry! You haven't done a thing wrong, Pooka."Louis shushes, wiping away the tears that stream down his Baby's face with the sleeve of his hoodie."This is just a really confusing and scary time, isn't it? But that's okay, Papa and Daddy will help you to understand."

Oliver nods their head, looking at Papa for more reassurance.

"It's okay that you don't like being Oliver, it's okay if you don't like being a boy. Would you like it better if you were like Bonnie or Winnie?"Louis asks just to make sure, keeping a reassuring smile on his face to show Oliver that he's not mad, because god knows that the kid doesn't need any more self conscious issues at such a young age.

"Uh-huh,"They nod their head, wiping below brown eyes to rid away tears. Oliver can feel more tears of frustration build up behind brown eyes, because there's so much that they want to say but Oliver just can't.

Louis can see the build up of tears.

"This is all so much to take in and you're probably really tired, but that's okay. We can talk about this in the morning, baby. Just you, me and Daddy."Louis pulls Oliver closer, arms wrapped around his precious baby as he kisses at Olivers fluffy hair and whispers."You're so brave, baby. And I love you no matter what you want to be."

I was gonna a write more but I thought this was a cute place to end off the chapter and now I can move on with the skip chapter so it'll be easier for me to write

Please tell me what you thought! I know it was short but I'm gonna be writing for this a lot more now that I've sorted myself out (:

Anything you'd like to happen in the time skip?

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