Edward looked down at his watch, it read 1:09 AM. He sighed and unlocked the front door.

He walked in as quietly as he could, with the goal of making it to his room without waking anyone.

Little murmurs made him stop at the front of the stairs and look back at the living room. "Baby Doll, is that you?"

Upon further inspection, Edward confirmed that Louis was on the couch all snuggled up in a mess of pillows and blankets, looking like a sleeping angel.

Edward's face cracked into a smile. He picked Louis up as gently as he could, holding the boy close to his body.

"Edward?" Louis yawned into the man's shoulder, blinking his tired eyes opened.

"Yes, Baby Doll?" Edward whispered into his ear, kissing his temple and making his way up the flight of stairs.

Edward could feel Louis' drowsy smile press into his shoulder. "I waited for you."

"Yes, Baby Doll, I saw. I'm sorry I came home so late." Edward walked into his room, gently setting Louis down onto his bed, which made Louis whine.

"Stay with me," Louis grabbed Edward's hand, hugging it tightly.

"Can I take a shower, Baby?"

"Nope, but you can cuddle with me."

"Will do, Angel."

Louis' little laughter filled up the room, it made Edward wonder how he ever lived without the addicting noise. "I'm an angel now?"

Edward hummed into Louis' neck, delving into temptation and laying on top of the boy's persuasive little body. He didn't need much convincing to do anything Louis wanted him to. "Mhm, but only mine, if Harry or Marcel ever try to call you that, I'll kill them."

"Well that's not very nice." Louis tucked a stubborn strand of hair behind Edward's ear.

"Neither is stealing my sweaters, but I suppose I'm not all too mad at you for it, you look delicious in them," Edward said, watching the boy's tired eyes attempt to stay awake just for him. "Let's go to bed now, Angel. We can talk tomorrow."

Louis whined and shook his head, "but tomorrow I won't see you again, I want to talk to you now."

"Doll, we can do whatever you want tomorrow. Okay?" Edward yawned, moving over to his side of the bed, which of course made Louis whine and scoot over to Edward, nuzzling under his arm.

"Fine," Louis mumbled into Edward's chest, snuggling closer in desperation for the man's warm body to unthaw his own.

"Baby, you're feet are freezing," Edward chuckled, trying to get Louis to move his feet from pressing against him.

"You're warm, stay still," Louis mumbled, rubbing his feet against the man's warm shins.

Edward smirked and nodded in surrender, even though he knew the boy couldn't see him.

It didn't take long for Louis and Edward to fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

---

Three hours earlier

"How did this happen? No, let me rephrase that," Edward chuckled sarcastically, pacing back and forth in front of the man. "How did you let this happen? How could you be so fucking careless? You should have chose a different situation to be sloppy in, you know I've killed people for less reasons."

At the man's silence, Edward sighed, the noise echoing off of the black walls.

"Is there any information you have that would be useful to me right now? I just need a reminder of how helpful you are when you don't fuck up." Edward rubbed his temples, his patience running thin.

"I-I have nothing, Edward... I don't even know how they found out the address."

"You better find out something. I'm not going to let you put Louis into situations where he can be taken, just because you lack the basic skills to do your job," Edward seethed.

"I'm sorry, Boss."

"'I'm sorry' doesn't help right now. God, I want to kill you right now, that would make my whole life so much happier," Edward mumbled.

The sound of muted music did little to distract Edward, instead, the steady rhythm helped him concentrate on his prey before him.

"But you won't, right?"

"No, I won't, only because you're the reason I have Louis," Edward huffed.

"You should be thanking me still-"

"Don't get cocky now, I can still kill you." Edward glared at the man, leaning back against his mahogany desk. "I've been wishing I didn't have to be in your debt, but now you're in mine, which isn't too good for you."

"It was a mistake Edward, I didn't know we were going to raid the house, I swear!"

"Hm... as a snitch, you're supposed to know everything, if you can't do your job then I can find someone else. Simple as that," Edward said, looking down at the man with a raised eyebrow. "Now, are you going to get your shit together, Liam, or am I going to have to replace you?"

"I won't make a mistake again," Liam promised, the desperation clear in his voice.

"Let's make sure that you don't, for your sake."

---

Soft kisses against his face didn't wake Edward up, nor did the gentle hair tugging.

Louis wanted Edward awake, but after five minutes of trying to wake him, he didn't mind to have one of his siblings instead. Louis decided that he prioritized wanting attention over being mad, so he crawled out of bed and made his way his Marcel's room when Edward looked too tired to annoy.

Just as he predicted, the youngest triplet was fast asleep, his short hair messy, and gel free.

Louis crawled into the bed with Marcel, watching his broad chest rise and fall with each relaxed breath; until he got bored and pinched Marcel's nose with his forefinger and thumb.

Marcel suddenly sat up, panting at his brief loss of air. After fumbling over his glasses and putting them on, Marcel blinked and rasped out, "L-Louis?"

"I'm bored and Edward is sleeping."

"Louis..." Marcel looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand. "Its six in the morning. You don't want to try going back to bed, Sweetheart?"

Louis shook his head, making Marcel sigh and brush his hair out of his face. "Alright, how about you go and wake up Harry?"

"But I want you."

"Sweetheart-"

"Marcel please, I want to make s'mores," Louis pleaded, frowning in just the slightest, he knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

After just a couple of seconds, Marcel gave in (like Louis knew he would) nodding his head in defeat. "Alright, Sweetheart, we can do that." Marcel lifted his glasses to rub at his eyes. "But we're going to have to try to be quiet, okay?"

Louis grinned and nodded quickly, hopping out of bed and tugging at Marcel's noticeably larger hand.

Marcel yawned and slowly followed Louis, mumbling, "wait let me brush my teeth."

"No!"

"Louis lower your voice, you're going to wake up my brothers," Marcel whispered, pulling Louis easily into his bathroom.

"Your brothers are ugly, let them wake up." Louis hopped on Marcel's counter, sitting next to the sink.

"Are you implying that I'm ugly as well?" Marcel chuckled, beginning to brush his teeth before Louis could insist that they leave again.

Louis shook his head, watching Marcel with amusement. "No way, I think you're far more attractive than your brothers."

Marcel rinsed his mouth out and smiled at Louis. "Well thank you, Sweetheart."

Louis grabbed Marcel's hand and jumped off of the counter, pulling him out of the room. "Come on."

After almost falling down the stairs, more than just a couple of times, they finally made it to the kitchen, to Marcel's discontent.

"Okay, so I'll start the fire and you-... Marcel?" Louis looked back at the man, who was currently falling asleep, leaning slightly against the counter.

"Marcel, come on you gotta help me!" Louis groaned, tugging on his sleeve, making him wake up abruptly.

"O-Okay, sorry, sorry," Marcel yawned, and opened the cabinets, taking the three ingredients out.

When Marcel turned his back to Louis, that's when the boy grabbed matches and began to strike them. The noise didn't catch Marcel's attention though, as he was too concentrated on not falling asleep to notice Louis making a fire on the stovetop.

"Oops." Was all Louis said when the fire alarm went off.

Marcel whipped his head around at the blaring sound, widening his eyes at the sight of the fire. "Louis!"

"What? I thought we needed a campfire."

Louis didn't genuinely freak out until he heard stomping down the stairs. "Oh fuck."

"'Oh fuck' is right, Baby Doll."

And that was the last time Louis was allowed in the kitchen.