"Why are you calling me, Zayn?"

"I can't find it, Sir."

"What did you just say? I must be getting old, because I'm pretty sure I just heard you fucking say you can't find a simple piece of crucial information. Tell me that I'm not reasoning with you for no reason, Boy, and think hard about what you want to say this time."

"I'm sorry, Boss. They've been getting more private-"

"I'm not looking for an excuse, I'm looking for my son. If you can't help me get him back, then I'm going to renegotiate our settlement. Don't make me do that to you, Zayn. You have two weeks. That should be more than enough."

The dull sound of the dial tone rang out in Zayn's ear, making the corners of his lips tug down into a frown. He had a lot of work to do.

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"Wakey, wakey, Princess!"

Louis flinched at the lights being flicked on and turned over to rub his face into the comfortable pillow.

"Come on, dinner is ready, Baby. Wake up."

"Go away," Louis whined, kicking his feet when the blankets were pulled away. "Let me die."

"Come on, Darling. I know you can take a spanking, wake up." Edward picked Louis up and sat down on the bed.

"I hate you." Louis tucked his head under Edward's chin, slowly fluttering his eyes shut again.

"Well wake up anyway, Baby." Edward rubbed Louis back.

Louis glared at Edward, he wore a plain forest green sweater and jeans; with the way he was dressing he couldn't decipher which of the triplets he was.

"Which one are you?" Louis moved his hand to grab at the soft material of the jacket, only to have his hand captured by Edward's.

"The one with the biggest dick."

"Oh." Louis rolled his eyes. "Harry."

Edward scoffed and let go of Louis' hand, allowing the boy to tug his sweater up, revealing a muscular chest drawn over with tattoos. "I'm Edward."

"Oh." Louis widened his eyes, laughing nervously. "I was just messing around, Harry just likes to always say he's the biggest so-"

"Yeah, yeah stop trying to save yourself. Let's go I'm hungry," Edward mumbled, standing up and carrying the boy by his thighs.

Louis pursed his lips and set his head on Edward's shoulder as the man walked out of the room.

Leaving the room did nothing to rid of the awkward silence though, but Edward didn't seem to mind. He continued to walk through the house in search for the kitchen with a glare.

"...Harry's dick isn't all that-"

"Please stop talking, Louis."

"Okay... I just- you have a big dick. Alright?"

"Okay, Baby. Thanks," Edward mumbled, pushing the door of the dining room open.

"It's the best dick of all the dicks."

"Must you alway talk of me, Pet?"

Louis turned around to glare at Harry's place at the table. "Shut up."

"So you aren't denying that you were talking about me?" Harry asked, leaning back into his chair with an amused smirk and deep dimples.

"Shut up, Harry! You have an ugly dick."

"That's not what you were saying-"

"Alright, Harold. That's enough," Edward interrupted, sending a glare to his brother and setting Louis down carefully.

"Yeah, Harold. That's enough, you fucking loser," Louis jeered from his place across the table.

"Be quiet. You're in no place to speak, yourself," Edward warned.

Louis crossed his arms and leaned away from Edward when the man sat down next to him. "Um, excuse me. I have done absolutely nothing wrong."

"You got me in a bad mood." Edward grabbed Louis' plate and began to serve him in small portions.

"You're always in a bad mood, I don't think you can blame that on me- wait a second, why are you feeding me like I'm a bird?" Louis grabbed his plate and pushed a mountain of potatoes onto it. "Marcel made this, right?"

Edward rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes. He's finishing the chicken now."

Louis sighed dreamily and shoved a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth. "Marcel is so good at things."

"Marcel fucking sucks."

"You fucking suck."

Edward glanced up from his filled plate, sending Louis a glare. "Don't curse."

"It's not my fault!" Louis leaned back into his chair. "Harry's being mean to Marcel, tell him to stop, Edward."

"Harold stop it."

Louis grinned at that and flicked Harry off when Edward wasn't looking.

Harry smirked and got up, taking his plate and moving to sit in front of Louis.

"Get the fuck out right now," Louis scoffed, leaning forward against the table.

Edward put his hand on Louis' thigh and squeezed it warningly "Louis."

"He's looking at me, Edward! Tell him to stop... his face makes me mad." Louis crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Harry.

Edward sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Harold stop it."

Harry blew a kiss over to the boy. "I'll look at whatever I want."

"Edward! He's not listening!"

"Harold shut the fuck up and stop looking at him," Edward commanded gruffly.

"Why do you care if I'm looking at you?"

"Why do you care if I'm telling you to not look at me?"

"Why do you care if I'm not going to listen?"

"Well why do you care-"

Edward slammed his fist down onto the table. "For the love of god, if you two don't stop fighting I'm going to lock the both of you in a room for the rest of day."

Harry took a second to compose himself before taking a bite of his bread and smiling with his cheeks full of food. "Louis would like that too much."

"I'm going to kill you!" Louis jumped out of his seat and launched himself across the table, his hands reaching to wrap around Harry's neck. He didn't stop straining to grab at Harry even when he felt two strong arms picking him up.

"Put me down, dickwad!"

Louis only stopped trying to attack Harry after receiving a smack on the ass, right where he was spanked just hours before. Louis hissed and turned around to see Edward holding onto him. "Behave yourself, Louis!"

Louis frowned and looked down at his dirty clothes. "Thanks a lot Harry, now I have mashed potatoes on me!"

Harry shrugged and licked his spoon clean. "I didn't ask for you to jump across the table."

"Enough!" Edward growled out, setting Louis back down onto his chair. "I don't understand why you two won't quit it today, and I don't care to learn the reasoning behind it. Stop acting like children; I don't want to see you two talk for one more second. Is that understood?"

Louis crossed his arms and glared at Harry, who only smirked back.

"Is that understood?"

"Yes, Edward," Louis mumbled, angrily stuffing his mouth with potatoes.

Marcel stood in the doorway, gripping a plate of chicken with wide eyes. "C-Can I talk, Edward?"

Edward rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, trying to have patience as he nodded his head and answered his brother, "yes, Marcel. Just please sit down."

The rest of the dinner was silent and tense, with Harry tried to rile Louis up, succeeding more than once.