I was still going to write more but then it was going to be like two chapters in one and no. It is not edited but I hope you guys like it! Thank you all so much for the lovely comments. Enjoy! xx

When Louis opened his eyes, he found himself laying down on the couch with a throw blanket over him and a pillow underneath his head. He felt too comfortable and didn't want to move, until he heard the dryer door being slammed closed then turning on.

"Thank you, peanut. You did a great job, buddy."

Louis heard Harry say all the way from the laundry room, also hearing the washer beginning to fill with water. He looked at the bassinets, assuming his daughters were still asleep when he couldn't hear them. He was dozing off again when Ian ran into the living room holding a red bubble bottle wand, followed by Harry who was holding a basket filled to the brim with clothes. Louis pretended to be asleep, only opening his eyes when he made sure Harry wasn't looking.

He observed him as he checked on their daughters, then grabbed the remote to put on an educational show for Ian to watch. Once their son was sitting on his chair was when Harry sat down next to the coffee table and began folding all of their clothes. Louis felt bad when he saw he had even washed the clothes he had used while he had been staying at his mum's house. He watched him for a while until Harry was getting up and walking out of there, coming back minutes later with his hands full of hangers. When he was done, he turned around to go back to check on the new load, this time catching Ian's attention.

"Help! Daddy I help." Ian quickly got up, grabbing Harry's hand, pulling him to the laundry room.

Louis decided to finally get up and go to the bathroom, hearing Harry telling Ian he was supposed to put the wet clothes in the dryer, and not in the basket with the already dry ones. When he walked into the bathroom he flinched when he looked at himself in the mirror. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a complete mess, the dry saliva on the corner was what made him wash his face before actually going to pee.

When he was done he dried his face and made his way to the toilet, quickly doing his business as he looked around. The bathroom was tidy when it had been a mess with clothes on the floor and the countertop filled with things they didn't bother to put away. That's when he realized Harry probably hadn't slept at all and instead had gotten up to clean up. That's when he stormed out of the bathroom, getting ready to yell at him for not resting like he was supposed to. He found him in the living room, folding and hanging Ian's clothes along with the big pile of newborn clothes.

"Hey Lou." Harry greeted him, "Are you hungry? I was going to make mac and cheese for Ian. Or do you want something else?" He asked, yawning soon after.

"Harry, did you even sleep at all?" Louis asked.

"Yeah." Harry gave him a questioning look.

"You said you weren't going to lie anymore!" Louis raised his voice, "I slept for almost two hours and while I did that you got up and did chores. You were supposed to nap with Ian and I."

"I napped for half an hour until I remembered there's things to do around the house. Like laundry, and if we don't do it then it's going to pile up." Harry argued as he folded Ian's many pants.

"You're supposed to sleep, you look exhausted and I'm worried about you. You're going to collapse if you don't get any sleep." Louis started tearing up for some reason, watching Harry getting up.

He let Harry hug him and walk him to the couch where they took a seat, both of them still making sure Ian wasn't getting into any trouble. Louis rested his head against Harry's chest and let out a loud and long sigh, feeling good when Harry started rubbing his back.

"You need to sleep." Louis mumbled.

"I'll sleep tonight, if I do now then my sleep schedule is going to be all messed up for the rest of the week."

"Okay." Louis looked up at him, "Tonight I'll take care of the kids while you sleep. No buts." He said as soon as Harry opened his mouth to protest.

~*~

That night, right when the clock struck two am, Louis was a crying mess as he held Saylor upright against his chest. His poor baby girl who just couldn't catch a break, he never wanted to let go of her ever again. He looked at Harry who was asleep as he tried to keep quiet, then looked down at his daughter who was wide awake. Samantha was laying down in the space between his legs and Ian in between him and Harry. Louis had never felt so blessed they had a king sized bed as he did that moment. He swore he was being quiet, but realized he hadn't been it when Harry woke up.

"Lou?" He groggily said, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I- I went to the bathroom." Louis started crying louder, worrying Harry for sure.

"Are you hurt? What hurts?" Harry started panicking, reaching to turn the lamp light on.

He rubbed his eyes then squinted at Louis, seeing him holding Saylor, and Samantha laying down on the bed. He reached for Saylor and raised his brows when Louis pulled her away from him and held her closer.

"Louis, what's wrong? You're scaring me." Harry's eyes filled with tears, his gaze set on Saylor who wasn't making a noise. He thought the worst and it was enough to make his insides twist and turn.

"She was crying and then she stopped, she wasn't breathing and I- I don't know why." Louis cried harder, refusing to let Harry hold her.

He felt a bit calmer when Harry got up and walked around the bed to sit next to him, wrapping his arms around him. They didn't talk, just watched their daughter making sure she was still breathing. Whenever she would start falling asleep, Louis would wake her up until Saylor had enough and started crying.

"Lou, she needs to sleep." Harry said, about to collapse from exhaustion.

"No, I'm scared she's going to stop breathing again and I won't notice it." Louis looked at him, then back down at Saylor who was starting to calm down and fall asleep again.

"We'll stay awake okay, we're not going to sleep." Harry suggested, sighing in relief when Louis nodded.

Harry picked up Samantha up and placed her on her bassinet, checking that she was breathing, which the baby had no problem doing. He then let Louis put Saylor down in hers, making sure both bassinest were closer to his side of the bed. They went back to bed, with Harry turning the light off just as Louis turned the tv on. He changed the channel to a home improvement show then got up to check on Saylor, sighing in relief when she was sleeping and breathing. That's how they spent their night, taking turns to check on their daughter, glad that she slept normally for the rest of the night.

~*~

"Ian..." Louis rubbed his hands on his face, watching the toddler refusing to eat his breakfast, "You have to eat it, you're not getting up until you eat everything."

The day was just starting and Louis was already frustrated, yet tried to control himself when it wasn't Ian's fault that he hadn't slept at all. He had both girls on their baby bouncers, placed on the kitchen floor near the chair he was sitting on, while he attempted to make Ian eat and Harry was still asleep. The poor man having stayed up all night just like Louis did, but the exhaustion had won and he had fallen asleep just as the sun was rising. Louis had decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, then take a nap himself after making sure Harry was somehow well rested. He knew he wouldn't be able to rest as long as he wanted when they had children to take care of, but some rest was better than none.

He fed Ian more oatmeal, then reached down to nudge both of his daughters, sighing in relief when they both moved then continued sleeping. When he looked up he wanted to cry when Ian had spit out all the oatmeal, staining his pajamas and making a mess on the tray of his high chair. He got up to grab a wet paper towel then walked back to clean Ian up when Harry walked into the kitchen fully dressed, as if he was going to work when he wasn't supposed to.

"I got a call from dad, they need me to supervise over one of the buildings. He's coming to pick me up and drop my mum off so she can help you out, it won't be for long." Harry explained as he grabbed a banana, gave some to Ian as well as a kiss then bent down to kiss the babies.

"Sammy pooped." Harry commented, leaving his banana on the table to pick her up, "I'll go change her."

"Make sure to add baby powder and that rash cream, I think she's going to get a rash." Louis said, yawning when Harry nodded and made his way to the nursery with her.

"Banana...na. Mummy banana." Ian tried to reach for it, smiling when Louis gave him it.

"At least you're eating something." Louis sighed.

When Ian was done with the banana, Louis let him down then got up to put the dirty dish in the dishwasher. When he turned around, Ian was already kneeling down next to Saylor, kissing her hands then her forehead as he babbled to her. Louis was quick to grab his phone to record the moment, smiling even more when Saylor opened her eyes and stared at Ian as if she was actually listening to what her older brother was saying.

He stopped when Ian pulled away from her, got up and ran out of the kitchen. Louis sighed when he didn't even get the chance to take his stained shirt off, knowing he was gonna have to chase him around just to do so. He grabbed Saylor and made his way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch with her in his arms. He looked around then put his feet up on the table, deciding it was his table so he had the right to do it. He looked down at Saylor, the way she was looking up at him with a curious expression and half open eyes before she yawned.

"Are you tired, bug? I know I am." Louis smiled down at her, lifting her little arm up to kiss her hand. She let out a whimper, making Louis look at her, afraid to find out he had hurt her hand.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Louis leaned down to kiss her, leaving his face inches away from hers before he whispered, "Because I would hate to know I did. I did it once and won't do it again, baby girl. And mummy is so sorry."

He held her closer, then began running his fingers to what little blonde hair she had until Harry walked back in with Samantha in his arms. Ian surprisingly following behind, holding his giraffe and the two stuffed bunnies he had helped Des pick for his sisters. That made Louis smile, seeing his baby boy always carrying his sisters things for them. He looked at Harry then made space for Samantha when Harry gave her to him, leaving Louis unable to move around much. He just hoped Ian didn't want him to hold him at the moment or he would be royally fucked.

And he knew the universe was against him when Ian dropped the stuffed toys on the couch then made his way to him, raising his little arms up so his mummy could pick him up. Louis had no choice but to let Harry hold them, and once they were secured in Harry's arms, he picked Ian up and hugged him as soon as the little boy had wrapped his arms around his neck.

"How long are you going to be away?" Louis asked Harry, letting Ian sit down with his little legs on either side of him.

"Around two to three hours. Liam called in sick, it's just a cold and Zayn's taking care of him, so dad needs me to do that for him." Harry answered, making sure not to jostle the twins too much.

"Okay." Louis nodded, deep inside feeling awful when he easily believed Harry and let it go, knowing Des was going to pick him up.

"Do you think my mum would want to go with us to Manchester?" Harry asked, getting ready to explain when Louis gave him a questioning look, "We don't know how long we're gonna have to stay there and I don't want to leave Ian and Samantha behind for too long, she's only four days old."

"You're right." Louis started running his fingers through Ian's curls, hearing him let out a cute sigh, "I'll ask if she has time."

Just then the door to the garage opened and Des and Anne walked in, both of them going straight to their grandchildren.

"Papa!" Ian smiled as soon as he saw Des, quickly letting go of Louis to stand up, almost falling but managing to steady himself.

"Good morning, champ!" Des picked him up, listening to Ian telling him all about his day so far, hearing him mentioning his baby sisters at some point.

"Good morning, love." Anne took a seat next to Louis then greeted Harry, smiling at his son holding his two baby daughters who looked extremely comfortable.

"Good morning." Louis said, intending to ask her, but getting interrupted by Harry.

"We scheduled an appointment for Saylor, it's this tuesday in Manchester. We have no idea how long we're going to stay over there." He informed them.

"So you're going to have them removed then?" Des asked, deeply disagreeing but he didn't have a say. He just thought his granddaughter was perfect the way she was.

"We'll see what the doctor says and if there's not that many risks then we will." Harry looked him in the eyes, knowing his father wasn't happy about it, "It's better if we do it now than later, dad. We just want the best for her, people can be cruel."

"I know you do, son." Des sighed, "I just think it's a little gruesome to...cut them off." He said, looking at Ian when the toddler grabbed his face and made him look at him.

"We were going to ask for a favor." Louis sheepishly said, looking at Anne, "We were wondering if you would go with us? We don't know how long we're gonna have to stay there and we don't want to leave Ian and Samantha behind for too long."

"Sweetheart, of course I'll go with you." Anne wrapped her arm around his shoulders, "Just let me know when and I'll be ready." She smiled.

"Thank you." Louis said, feeling grateful to have her in his life, same with Des.

It was then that Samantha let out a cry, probably already hungry, followed by Saylor. Des didn't leave until after his granddaughters had finished eating, letting Harry feed Samantha while Louis fed Saylor. He and Anne had spent that time with Ian, playing with his plastic blocks then whatever their grandson wanted them to play with. When it was time for them to leave, Harry left after giving Louis a kiss on the cheek, never on the lips like Louis thought he would. Ian had ended up crying and banging on the door when his daddy and papa left him behind, both adults not quite getting that he wanted to tag along.

~*~

The drive to the construction site was long and quiet, both men completely comfortable. Harry was looking out the window when his phone vibrated, smiling when he saw it was a text from Louis. He eagerly opened it and couldn't help but smile and feel happy when he saw the picture his husband had sent him. Just Ian sitting on the couch with both his baby sisters on each side of him. He was quick to save it then put his phone away, wanting the hours to pass by fast so he could go home, he just wanted to go home.

"How have you been feeling?" Des asked, smiling when Harry looked at him with a confused expression.

"Oh! Good, a little tired but good. You?"

"Great!" Des smiled, then his expression changed into a serious one, "You look exhausted, I didn't want to annoy you by telling you. Have you been sleeping at all? I'm just worried."

"No." Harry confessed, "For some reason Saylor was having trouble breathing and Louis and I didn't sleep at all until the morning when I fell asleep."

Des looked completely horrified, reaching to squeeze Harry's shoulder which was comforting for Harry when it used to lead to fights, "As soon as you get home you and Louis are going to sleep, Anne and I will watch the kids."

"Dad, that's a lot to ask." Harry shook his head.

"We did it with Gemma and Christian so I won't accept a no, both of you need to be well rested or you're going to end up getting sick." Des insisted.

"Okay." Harry finally agreed, "Thank you, dad. We both need it."

"Is everything going alright with Louis?" Des gave Harry a knowing look.

"I have no idea." Harry shrugged, "He says he no longer trusts me and I deserve it, I understand him but...it's still hard. I'm scared of even hugging him when I'm not sure if he even wants a hug, I'm scared he's going to snap and push me away. I'll figure it out, I brought it on myself after all."

"I'm not going to tell you you deserve it. I hate that you lied, but I guess at the time it seemed for the best. That man needed your help and you helped him, there's nothing wrong with that. For Louis' sake, I just wished you had been honest with him." Des told him, "I know you'll work it out, you're a great husband and father and your mother and I are very proud of you." He smiled.

"Really?" Harry asked, feeling a lump in his throat.

"Really." Des nodded, both of them sharing a smile.

When they got there, Harry kept getting distracted as they walked through the area, sometimes looking up at the tall building. He wondered why Louis sending him that picture, almost as a last token, then his conversation with his father had seemed like a goodbye. He was too distracted that he didn't see the group he was with, already walking ahead, didn't hear the screeching sound then many of the workers shouting many things at once.

His father's voice shouting his name being the loudest, laced with panic and terror all at once. He barely had time to look up, barely had time to take a breath when he saw the tubular stainless steel railing falling down on him. This is it, he thought, Louis and their children crossing his mind, he didn't want to leave so early.

It was as if his whole life flashed before his eyes, moments with his parents and sisters, moments with his husband and children. He didn't want to leave Louis behind, didn't want to leave Ian, Saylor and Samantha either. He thought that was it when he heard the metal hitting the ground making their ears hurt, he thought that was it when debris hit his face, splitting his skin open. He covered his face with his arms, falling down on his back unable to do anything but shake.

"Harry!" Des screamed, running straight to his son, hoping and praying he was alive.

He knelt down next to him and cradled him against his chest, feeling the way Harry was shaking. He didn't know he was crying until his face wet with tears started itching, until his vision blurred when Harry clung to him like a small child. He saw his face and the small lacerations caused by the debris, and just like that, he kissed the top of his head and buried his face on his hair, trying to stop crying.

He pulled away and looked around, "Call an ambulance, something!" He shouted, going back to hugging his son when an employee was already on the phone.

~*~

Louis woke up startled, his hand going to his chest where he could feel his heart beating too fast. He looked around, seeing Anne sitting on the floor with the twins on their pillow and Ian sitting next to her coloring on a coloring book. He couldn't stop thinking about Harry, he wanted to call him, realizing he had slept for almost two hours. He was just about to press the calling button when the door to the garage opened and they walked in. Louis' heart dropped to his stomach when he saw his husband holding onto his father, his face filled with small bandages and a blank expression on his face.

"What happened?" Louis got up and ran to them, placing his hands on Harry's cheeks, "Love, are you okay?"

"What happened?" Anne asked, quickly picking Ian up and making him hide his face on her chest so he wouldn't see the state his daddy was in.

"He's in shock." Des sat him down on the couch, "There was an accident...a stainless steel tube almost fell on top of him. It landed a few feet away from him and the debris cut his face." He explained, his voice shaking.

Louis' eyes filled with tears and immediately took a seat next to Harry, unable to do anything other than to hug him. He made him rest his head against his chest then started rubbing his back, sometimes running his fingers through his short hair. Harry was still shaking, the dark circles under his red rimmed eyes even more prominent. Anne couldn't do anything but watch them, until Des took Ian and walked towards the twins, managing to distract him with a few toys. Anne took a seat on Harry's other side and wrapped her arms around him and Louis, swallowing the lump in her throat and refusing to cry.

"You need to sleep, you'll feel better." Louis spoke up, his voice quivering when Harry whimpered.

"Both of you need to sleep." Anne sat up, giving them that look that said she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Come on, love. Let's go sleep." Louis murmured against his ear.

It scared Louis when Harry didn't put up a fight, letting him drag him to wherever they had to go. When they got to their bedroom, Louis placed him on the bed then went to close the curtains, making the room go a little dark. He helped Harry into bed, a few tears rolling down his cheeks when Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Louis laid down next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, unable to stop watching him, realizing that he could have lost him. Their lives could have changed in the blink of an eye, he could have lost the love of his life, the father of his children. He was sure he would have gone insane, unable to handle the pain. He kissed his forehead then closed his eyes, letting sleep take him under.

It was hours later when Louis opened his eyes again, and looking down at Harry, he found the man already awake. He was holding Louis, his head against his chest where his heartbeats were keeping him calm. When he felt Louis stirring, he looked up and let out a loud sigh, going back to the same position he had been on. He let Louis run his fingers through his hair, feeling him massaging his scalp.

"I...I thought I was going to die." Harry whispered.

"It's okay, you're here." Louis held him tight, "You're safe now."

He felt Harry nodding against his chest, letting him hold him tight. They stayed there until it was starting to get darker, that's when they decided to get up, knowing they were abusing Des and Anne's kindness. When they walked out, the place was too quiet, void of Ian's voice and the babies cries. They went into Ian's room and found their son asleep in his bed, hugging his giraffe and the pacifier still in his mouth. Harry was about to take it out when Louis stopped him.

"You're going to wake him up." He whispered, "It's like an alarm, you take it out and he wakes up."

"You're right, he needs to sleep." Harry nodded, following Louis out of the bedroom after making sure Ian was comfortable.

Des and Anne were sitting on the couch feeding the twins, looking up and smiling at them when they saw they looked less tired. Anne's gaze trailed down to their linked fingers, trying to fight the grin threatening to appear on her lips. She continued feeding Saylor, her granddaughter opening her beautiful dark blue eyes long enough to look up at her, receving a smile from Anne.

"Loves, dinner is in the fridge. I already gave Ian a bath and I think he's down for the night, Des tired him out when they went outside to play." Anne informed them.

"Thank you, mum." Harry walked forward to hug her.

"Are you okay?" Anne asked, resting her head on her son's shoulders, "My baby boy." She said, feeling Harry kissing her forehead.

"I promise I'm okay, mum. It was just an accident." Harry said.

"Go eat, love." His mum smiled, trying to fight the urge to cry.

Harry nodded and made his way to the kitchen, pulling Louis along with him who followed after giving Des and Anne a grateful smile. Harry made Louis sit down then grabbed the food from the fridge, his mouth watering when he saw it was spaghetti. He heated up the whole thing then turned around to see Louis looking down at the table, drawing shapes with his fingertip.

His hair was messy, some falling over his forehead and the rest going in different directions. He looked so young and beautiful, as if he had never aged well past his teenage years when he was almost thirty. He looked like the god adonis, beautiful and desirable. Harry kept staring when Louis finally looked his way, seeing his still chubby cheeks turning a shade of red. Harry couldn't believe the god sitting in front of him had given him three children, he couldn't believe Louis had chosen him to be the father of his children. Well, not that he had had that option when he had knocked him up with Ian, but after that, he had chosen him to be his baby's father.

"Come sit." Louis finally spoke up, lifting his arm up so Harry would take his hand.

When Harry grabbed his hand, Louis held it tight. When Harry took a seat next to him, Louis got up long enough to move and plop down on Harry's lap. He rested his head against his chest, grabbing Harry's hands in his, bringing them towards his own chest to warm them up. They were as cold as ice.

"I want you to kiss me again." Louis murmured, so low that Harry could barely heard him, "I want you to hold me again."

Louis frowned when Harry pulled his hands out of his, but it quickly turned into a smile when the green eyed man wrapped them around his body. He snuggled against him, feeling Harry's lips on the top of his head, then one of his hands rubbing his back. When Harry placed his hand underneath Louis' skin and started rubbing again, Louis felt shivers running down his spine. It was the best feeling.

"Anything you want." Harry said, meaning every single word.

Harry had already gotten way too many chances, and now it was time to always do the right thing. He held Louis closer, enjoying every second of it, just like Louis was.

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