I'll probably continue uploading two chapters a day. The entire story (so far) is on Ao3 but a few people have let me know they hate Ao3. Just letting you know it's an option!
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Saturday afternoon in the house is a lazy day for everyone. Liam and Zayn were planning on finally showing Louis the backyard, but it's been pouring rain since before breakfast. Harry and Louis are laying on their tummies on the floor of the playroom watching an original episode of Pokemon. The boys are sharing a bowl of pretzels for an afternoon snack.
"Who's your fav'rite Pok'mon, Loulou," Harry asks as he bites of each side of his pretzel individually.
"Meowth, he's so sassy."
Harry chuckles."He is!"
"Who's yours?"
"Pikachu," Harry smiles.
"I'm not surprised," Louis breathily says.
"Why," the boy looks over with curious eyes.
"Harry you're like Pikachu cause everyone loves Pikachu," he says resting his hand on the boy's back.
"Come wiff me," Harry says grabbing Louis' hand and pulling him up with him.
"Uh, okay. Where're we going?"
Louis is led to the the closet on the opposite end of the room. Harry opens the door and feels around the wall for the light switch and flicks it up. The closet is illuminated showcasing costumes everywhere Louis looks. There is a bin on the floor filled with hats and different glasses.
Harry walks in three feet and shuffles through a rack of hanging costume onesies before pulling down two onesies. One is orange and the other is yellow. Louis immediately recognizes that they're Pikachu and Charmander.
"Are we allowed to put these on," Louis hesitates as he is handed the Charmander suit.
Harry nods. "In playroom, so we c'n play with them."
They walk back out into the middle of the play room and set their costumes on the couch.
Louis takes off his pajama top and slides his pants onto the ground. Harry on the other hand is wearing a onesie that snaps at his bottom. He tries his hardest to reach behind and undo them, but he can't. It's been such a long time since he's undressed himself.
"Loulou? Will you help me take my clothes off," Harry asks. It's probably the most innocent time the blue-eyed boy has heard that phrase. Louis moves over to the boy and kneels behind him to unbutton the back of the costume.
Suddenly, Liam appears in the doorway wide-eyed with an equally shocked Zayn behind him. The men had heard Harry say that through the baby monitor and immediately stopped their cuddling.
"Boys," Liam says clearing his throat.
"Louis, where are your clothes?"
Louis realizes how bad it must look, with him being in nothing but a nappy and socks kneeling behind Harry with his hands on the boy's bum.His face pales and he removes his hands.
"And why are you undressing Harry," Liam adds.
"We're just trying on costumes," Louis says.
Liam and Zayn look at each other and sigh in relief, actually feeling a bit bad for having the wrong idea.
"Too hot to put over jammies, Daddy," Harry explains.
"Oh, I see," Liam nods.
"Here, Baby," Zayn says going to where Louis had been. "I'll help you."
Liam holds up the onesies. "Okay, which one of you wants Pikachu?"
"Me, Daddy!" The man sets the costume on the ground by his husband and helps Louis into the Charmander outfit.
Once the two are dressed, Liam and Zayn snap a few photos. "Alright, you boys have fun. We'll be back in twenty minutes. Oh, and Nick is babysitting you tonight while Papa and I go out."
"Nicky," Harry cheers.
"Babysitter," Louis grumbles..
"Nicky is the bestest," Harry tells him. "He comes over when Daddy 'nd Papa go. He always gives me presents!"
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Harry and Louis crawl and jump all over the playroom, dodging each other's imaginary attacks.
"Charmander! Char! Char," Louis calls back as he whips his fiery tail at Harry.
The boy with curls dodges it and jumps up onto the couch before jumping off in Louis' direction.
"Piiiiiikaaaaachuuuuu," he squeals.
Louis pretends he's been electrocuted. "Char, char," he whines.
Harry giggles and lays on the floor next to his "dying" brother.
"I win," he brags, flashy his pearly whites at Louis.
"You won't next time," Louis challenges.
"Pikachu always wins, silly!"
"Well he won't next time," Louis says and begins tickling Harry's ribs. The younger boy laughs but tickles back, taking control of the situation.
After a two minutes tickle fight, Louis has an accident and frowns. His soggy diaper prevents him from having any more fun. He frowns and gently pushes Harry away, telling him that he doesn't want to roughhouse anymore.
"Daddy," Louis calls out.
Liam walks into the room and sees the two on the ground.
"I was just about to come get you. Did you need something, Sweetie?"
"Need a change," the boy whispers.
Liam nods and picks up the little. "Thank you for telling me."
Louis nods and feels that his cheeks are burning.
"What about you, Bugaboo? Do you need to be changed?"
"Yes, Daddy," Harry says a bit more confidently than Louis. Even after nearly three years of being diapered, it can still be embarrassing to admit that you pottied on yourself. But Zayn and Liam have never once made fun of him and they try their best not to make it awkward for the boys. Humiliation is a big no-no in this household.
"Hey, Babe," Liam raises his head and calls out.
"Yeah," Zayn responds from a different room.
"The boys need to be changed. Mind coming and helping?"
"Just a sec!"
The man enters the room and Harry makes a grabbing motion with his hands at him. "C'mere you rascal," he says picking him up.
The daddies carry their babies into the nursery. "Oh, goodness. Spent so much time getting you into these, only to take you out fifteen minutes later," Liam tuts.
"Sorry," Louis says, feeling a little guilty about it.
"It's fine. No harm done," Liam smiles, which helps the boy feel slightly more at ease.