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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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the new one shot is incredible! loved to see them in a different situation that we aren’t used to. I’d like to know how did their parents react when they told them they were expecting knowing they were really young and his professional career just started!

Always Be My Baby

prompt: how harry’s family reacts to the pregnancy announcement

warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was much more nervous than Harry as they pull up to Anne’s house in their rented car - she was overly excited by their last minute trip up to their little lake house with them.

“Darling, can hear you worrying from here,” Harry chuckles softly as he navigates the unpaved, long twisting driveway back into the heavily forested property.

Since he’d found out she way pregnant, he’d been obsessed with her belly (even more so than before), there wasn’t much to show quite yet - just a little pudge of her lower stomach.

His hand constantly was on it, when they drove, it was one hand on the wheel and the other on her tummy, thumbing at the skin.

“I just- we should have told her we were getting married and now we’re going to drop the bombshell that we’re expecting a baby and we eloped,” YN replies with a quiver in her tone, she loved Anne and Gemma, the last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset them or make them feel excluded.

YN also already knew that Gemma had the tendency to react strongly to news she didn’t like - blunt and unfiltered.

“If they’re angry about it, I’ll take the heat. I’ll always protect you, y’know? You and our bub,” Harry reminds her as he shifts the car into park and leans over the console to give her a firm kiss, “No more worrying, s’not good for our baby, yeah?”

Harry had thrived since the draft, since they moved, and since he found out he was going to be a dad - he was so family-oriented and ready to be the man they needed him to be.

“Harry-“ YN huffs unsettled, feeling a bit like he’s writing her emotions off.

He understands right away, mimicking her pout before murmuring, “Sweetheart, are you happy with the decision we made? Getting married at the courthouse, just you and I?”

YN’s brow furrows in confusion, “Of course, I am. Wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way than that.”

“Okay, we’ll then at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We did what is right for us, if they aren’t supportive than that’s on them but I can’t imagine they won’t be. Maybe just a bit surprised,” Harry reasons, his thumb dragging along her bottom lip before he is kissing her once more like he can’t help it.

Anne starts to get suspicious almost instantly, call it a motherly instinct but YN seems a bit flighty and Harry is overcompensating by being way too friendly to Gemma.

When Anne suggests they take a swim in the lake before dinner, YN refuses nearly instantly, and says didn’t feel up to it after the travel.

Gemma catches it when Harry’s hand subconsciously gravitates towards YN’s stomach multiple times before he’s quickly moving it to her hip instead.

As Anne lays out the spread of food, hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill, YN is nearly melted into Harry’s side - trying to get as close as possible.

YN is barely pecking at her pasta salad that Anne made just because she loves it so much usually but obviously not right now.

“Is everything okay?” Anne finally ventures, putting her wine glass down and looking seriously between the two.

“Mum,” Harry cuts in, dropping his hamburger back onto his plate, “YN and I have something we would like to tell you.”

“Oh my goodness, did you propose?” Anne smiles widely, she knows that Harry had been discussing it since after their first date.

“Er, I did,” Harry rubs the back of his neck before taking a deep breathe and spitting it out, “I proposed about two months ago.”

YN feels her heart drop into her stomach already when Anne and Gemma’s face drops.

“We got married two weeks ago,” Harry continues, his voice wavering like it normally never done, his hand squeezing YN’s thigh in an attempt to reassure her.

“You…? I’m so confused, Harry,” Anne replies carefully, trying to keep her expression neutral to hide the shock.

“We’re pregnant,” Harry tells them, “We found out about two months ago, right after we came home from Miami. I proposed and we got married two weeks ago at the city courthouse.”

Anne’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, Gemma’s mouth is literally gaped open in blatant shock.

Anne is a good mother though, so she tapers down the hurt from not being included and nearly whispers to YN, “You’re pregnant?”

YN is tearful, nodding as water bubbles in her eyes.

“You’re too young,” Gemma mumbles with a furrowed brow, “What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

She then tacks on, “S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

Harry’s heart shatters for his wife when she bursts out in tears at the accusation.

It was untrue, hurtful, disgusting.

“Gemma, enough,” Anne orders with extreme firmness, disappointment lacing her tone because of whatever her daughter had the nerve to say, “You do not get to just sa-“

Harry’s rage is already at a ten, he’s pushing himself away from the table - unbothered when his drink toppled over and spills down Gemma’s shirt.

“The fuckin’ nerve you have,” Harry laughs in disbelief at his normally supportive sister, “How fuckin’ dare you speak to my wife like that.”

If YN wasn’t so distraught she would have basked in the usage of wife but right now she didn’t feel like she could catch a breath.

“We’re leaving,” He announces in a tight, rumbling voice as he helps YN by pulling her chair out and his full instinct right now is to protect his wife and his baby.

“Harry, we can work this out,” Anne interjects, upset and tearful herself, she didn’t want to watch her children come at each other like this, “You were planning on staying for three days.”

“And I’ll find us a hotel,” He argues before he’s giving his sister one more dirty look, he’s handing YN the car keys and murmurs, “Go to the car, I’ll be out in a mo’.”

YN nods, sheepishly giving everyone a wave before quickly leaving the room - they all are silent until the front door closes.

“Listen, I’ve let you talk to me like that for way too long,” Harry tells his sister seriously, “And it’s not going to happen anymore. I will not allow you to talk to my wife like that.”

Gemma scoffs, picking at her nails like she’s unbothered, “Wife? We get it Harry, you’re married. How much did she have to pressure you to propose? Was it before or after she “accidentally” got pregnant”

Harry could tell her how he got down on one knee as soon as she told him that she was pregnant - how much surprise had crossed YN’s face at it.

“Do you not realize it takes two to make a baby, Gemma?” Harry knows he’s raising his voice, “Explain to me how it’s solely her responsibility that she’s pregnant? Because last time I check, she’s pregnant because of me.”

“Enough!” Anne finally shouts, at her wits end with her two children as she slams her hand on the table to stop the argument.

“If you don’t get your fuckin’ head on right, you’re not going to be involved in my child’s life,” Harry tells her, it wasn’t an empty threat, “Because YN and my baby are my top priority now.”

With that, Harry’s turning on his heel, and storming out the front door - making sure it rattles on its hinges as he leaves.

Harry makes his way out to their rented SUV, opening the passenger side door, and pulling YN into the tightest hug he can muster, “I am so sorry, sweet girl.”

YN is sobbing into his chest, her whole body shaking as she tries to be speak, “I di-didn’t purposefully get preg-pregnant. I would never try to trap you.”

Harry knows that YN is trying to talk through it because being accused of that had never even crossed her mind.

“Listen to me,” Harry says seriously, tilting her chin up and meeting her watery eyes, “I never ever thought that. We both knew you weren’t being consistent with your pills that week. I knew there was a chance and if I would have been concerned, I would have wore a condom and I didn’t. You are not the only one responsible for this pregnancy.”

“I just want to go home,” YN replies quietly, glancing towards the floor with sadness and disappointment interwoven between her words.

“I’ll change the flight to tomorrow, we’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and the go home, okay?” Harry reassures her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “I love you, more than anything. Please forgive me.”

YN’s eyes meet his once again, confused, “Forgive you? You did nothing wrong and your family was right to question me.”

“No, they were not bloody right to question you,” Harry argues softly, hands moving down to cradle her belly, “They had no business asking us about why you got pregnant. Let’s get you to a hotel, just want to run you a nice bath and hold you.”

“I love you,” YN sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Best husband ever, you know?”

“Now I’ve really got to get you there, you know every time you call me your husband - I get so fucking hard,” He smirks wolfishly, breaking the tension and making his wife giggle.

Harry finds a really nice hotel by the airport, it still is hard to remember that he, well they, have money to stay at places that aren’t just a single room, cheap stay but a top floor with a sitting room, kitchenette, balcony.

He’s easily recognizable and they were more than happy to find him a room despite their sign saying ‘no walk-ins.’

Harry waste no time in dropping their bags and finding the bathroom to begin fill the massive tub with water.

YN trails in, the steam and sweet smell of the vanilla body wash he splashed in to make bubbles, it makes her want to moan with relief from the aches in her body from traveling while pregnant.

“C’mon, show me,” Harry encourages raspily when she trails in but he’s already coming over to help remove her clothes.

He just admires her once she’s bare, looks her up and down, and just groans before his hands and mouth are on her, “Fuckin’ hell, darling. There’s nothing on this earth more beautiful than you all plump and full of my baby.”

“H,” YN whines in return when his lips find her sensitive nipples, they’d gotten so much more since her pregnancy, “Too much,” YN squeaks at one point when he nips with his teeth.

Harry pulls back with a mocking little pout, thumbing over the bud in apology, “S’too much? So sensitive now that you’re carrying my baby, huh?”

“Mm,” She replies noncommittally, her hand coming to push on his shoulder to get him lower and he looks up at her with a cheeky smile.

“What do you want? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me,” Harry teases like a brat, it’s obvious how painfully he’s hard in his tight briefs.

“Harry,” YN responds reproachfully, not in the mood for the teasing as she digs her nails in a bit in warning as she gives him a look.

“Okay, m’sorry,” He coos sweetly, understanding that she’s not in a playful mood as he squats down and murmurs, “Hi bubba, s’your daddy. Being good for your mama in there, hm?”

YN is smiling down at the interaction until her mind flashes back to earlier

“You’re too young.”

“What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

“S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

YN feels her stomach lurch before she’s taking a step back from her husband and turning to the toilet to empty her stomach.

“Whoa, sweetheart,” Harry replies in alarm, moving to hold her hair back and a hand coming to massage her shoulder blades, “Breathe, s’okay.”

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks when she flushes and closes the lid, her chest heaving a bit faster than usual.

“It-it’s not okay. I’m the reason your in a bad place with your family. I-I never want to come between you and them,” YN sniffles, allowing Harry to guide her into now full tub with her and make sure she’s sat carefully.

Harry scootches in behind her, letting her lay back against his chest, and his hands instantly come to rest on her belly.

“The look of your m-mum and sister’s face when we told them. They looked devastated, like I’ve just ruined your whole life,” She adds in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to let herself panic too much.

“Please don’t cry, darling,” Harry begs softly, lips kissing across her shoulder blades, “Don’t listen to them. If they’re not happy for us, it doesn’t matter. We are happy. I want you, I want this baby. I want it more than anything. You don’t know how much I want this. I-I never thought I’d have it.”

Harry was at a frat party, a group of girls flacked around him and his friends but most of them only had eyes for the star of the show.

They were joking about blowjobs of all things, not Harry but the other guys, and all the girls were batting their lashes.

“I’d have no problem taking Harry upstairs and showing off my skills,” A pretty brunette smiles widely at him, her hand coming to squeeze at his bicep.

The group of boys was hooting and hollering at the offer, nudging him with their elbows, and pushing him into the girl who took that as an opportunity to begin kissing his neck.

Logically, Harry knows that he should want this. He knows that he should want to go upstairs and get his rocks off with a pretty girl but he didn’t, he didn’t have any desire to do that.

He was broken.

And when he gently shoves her off and says, “I’m good. Anyone else need another beer?”

Chase, the first base player, makes a offended noise and chuckles, “Are you gay or somethin’ Styles?”

The group laughs.

Everyone except Harry and Niall.

Niall interrupts by saying, “No everyone is a sleaze like you, Chase. Wasn’t your first kiss your cousin?” Before he’s wrapping his arm around Harrys neck and saying, “I could use another Budweiser.”

Harry doesn’t know why he feels like he wants to cry but he does, he manages to escape the party, and go up to his room.

If he can’t let some cute girl into his bed, how’s he every going to find someone to be with and have a family.

Harry wondered whether baseball was all he was ever going to have.

“Don’t you cry too,” YN giggles, bringing Harry back from his flashback, “We can’t both be crying.”

“We can,” Harry chuckles throatily, lips pressing against her neck, “I wished and wished for you and I found you. My soulmate, meant for me, meant to be my wife, and meant to have my babies.”

“You and the bub are the most important thing to me. Just because I’m twenty-one doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I’ve never been happier, married to you, and I am so in love with our baby we haven’t even met yet.”

YN brings up his hand to kiss his palm then laying it back on her belly, “You’re going to be the best daddy on this earth. I just want your mom and sister to be involved in his life too even if they don’t want to talk to me.”

“If they don’t respect you, they won’t be involved. My mum is just confused but Gemma, I don’t know why she reacted like that. I expected more of her,” Harry murmurs matter-of-fact.

“Babies,” YN repeats from earlier.

“Hmm?” He replies, lost in thought.

“You said I’m meant to have your babies, plural.”

Harry laughs loudly, teeth biting playfully into her skin before his hands are moving up to twist at her nipples, “You’re funny. Don’t act like I won’t want to put more on you after this. Gonna make you a mama, hm? How many kids two, three? As many as you let me give you.”

YN let’s her head drop back against his shoulder when one hand moves down between her thighs, while the other still is pinching and massaging her nipples.

She lets out a satisfied moan when his fingers tuck between her folds and begin to rub at her puffy clit - her legs trying to spread as far as possible in the tub.

“Fuck,” YN whimpers happily, squirming a bit as he gives her relentless pressure in her bud with skill, “Don’t know how you’re so good at making me come.”

Cue his cock twitching at that.

“S’cause I was made to please your perfect body, your pretty nipples, this belly, your cunt makes my mouth-water,” Harry nearly growls with how low his tone gets as her legs start to quiver with the oncoming pleasure.

“H,” YN gasps when it barrels through her body, thighs trying to squeeze shut, trapping his hand but his other holds them open, “It-it’s good.”

When she finally comes down, Harry is cocky as he always is, “You look so gorgeous when your coming because of me. Fuckin’ hell.”

YN manages to reach her arm around, fingers wrapping around his length, and it only embarrassingly takes a few pumps for Harry to find his own end.

“Shut up,” He whines when she snickers at him, pinching her nipple once more meanly, “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.”

It’s pretty early in the morning when there’s a knock of the hotel room door, the two were already awake and cuddling in bed still - Harry had went down to where they serve breakfast to get her a glass of apple juice and had gotten bombarded with fans.

“Did you order room service?” YN asks curiously as the knock echos through their room.

“No, I hope it’s not some fan who thought it’d be a good idea to come up here,” Harry replies tersely, tugging back on his pair of shorts before swinging up the door.

It was Gemma and Anne.

Harry just gives them a look, biting the side of his mouth before very calmly saying, “If you’re here to stir up more drama, no thank you. You already gave my wife enough stress last night and I won’t tolerate anymore.”

Gemma’s a bit ready as she shakes her head, “I’m not. I came to apologize. I drank way too much last night and that’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.”

Harry begrudgingly let’s them in, “I’ll go get YN.”

He steps back into their bedroom, she’s still sipping on her apple juice in just a loose, lace nightie that accentuates the curve of her breasts.

“It’s my mum and Gemma,” Harry tells her softly, bending over to snatch up a shirt and leggings for her to pull on, “Gemma wants to apologize. It’s up to you whether you want to see her or not. I’m not pressuring you either way.”

“No, it’s okay,” YN replies a bit nervously, letting Harry help her change into appropriate clothes before she’s throwing her hair up in a bun and stepping into the living area.

Anne and Gemma both have gift bags in their hands, setting them on the table, and there’s a moment of awkward silence.

“I am so sorry for the way I acted,” Gemma blurts out with tears already forming in her eyes, “It was uncalled for and out of line.”

YN stands their quietly for a moment before nodding, “I accept your apology. However, I can inform you both that even though the baby was not planned, we are very much both excited to be parents.”

Anne steps forward and wraps YN in a hug, warm and soft, and murmuring, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a grandbaby.”

Gemma could clearly hear in YN’s tone that she was not fully forgiven, she tried again, “I-It had nothing to do with you, you know? It’s just that my brother just signed a multi-million dollar contract, just graduated college, and has his whole life ahead oh him. A baby…well that’s roadbump.”

YN grits her teeth, shifting into mama bear mode as she cradles her stomach protectively, “My baby is not a roadbump in our life. How dare you say that to us.”

Harry has rage boiling inside his stomach, watching his wife get riled up, and he tells Gemma, “You don’t control my life. I knew YN wasn’t taking her birth control consistently and I still decided to not use a condom. Happy you know the details now?”

YN is quiet but firm when she says, “I’d like some alone time now. Goodbye Anne,” before she’s turning on her heel back to their bedroom.

“Gemma,” Harry bites out in anger, “I think it’s best if we kept our distance for awhile. I can’t have you continuously upsetting my wife. If you’re not going to support us then you need to back the fuck off.”

“So you choose your wife over me?” Gemma scoffs in disbelief as Anne just lets her children figure it out themselves - her mouth in a tight line of disapproval and irritation.

“Yes. It’s my duty to protect her and our baby. It’s my job. Mum, I’m sorry but we need to catch up another day,” Harry gives her a kiss on the cheek before glaring at his sister, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

When Harry is making his way back to the bedroom, he’s disappointed himself, and he feels like he’s about to cry but he has to stay strong for YN.

She’s not crying like he had expected though, she had flipped on the television and shimmied out of her leggings to resume her comfortable position on the bed - a hand rubbing her belly.

Harry crawls back on the bed too, instantly pushing her shirt up under her breasts and smattering soft kisses all over her somewhat taut skin.

YN is alarmed when she feels teardrops on her stomach, moving to tilt Harry’s head up, and frowning when she sees his face.

“Oh honey,” She titters as she wipes his cheeks with her thumbs, “Don’t cry, my love.”

“I just wanted them to be happy for us. I mean my mum was but Gemma just fuckin’ ruined the announcement for us twice!” Harry huffs out loudly, knuckling at his eye, “Just was looking forward to having that special moment with my mum. She’s so fucking selfish.”

“H, we can deal with it another day. It’s not the time to try to solve the issue when we’re upset,” YN reminds him pulling him up until he’s carefully resting his weight on her, “Right now, it’s just us. And that’s all that matters.”

“It really fucking is all that matters.”

YN can’t stand to see Harry heartbroken, he lays down for a nap after their breakfast, and he’s seems low - in a stupor as he shuffles under the blankets.

She calls up Anne, just Anne, and asks her to come back over because she has a plan to make this all better (or try to mend the situation a bit).

YN orders lunch, sets it up nicely in the living room, and welcomes Anne in - she’s gonna wake him up but he must hear the commotion and comes sauntering out in his low-slung shorts.

“Wha’s going on?” Harry mumbles with a frown, he glances around and notices that Gemma isn’t accompanying them.

“Come eat,” YN pats the couch next to her.

After they’re finished filling their plates, YN starts by saying, “Anne, we have an announcement to make.”

Anne’s eyes go wide in faux surprise but she is smiling softly, putting down her fork and knife, and looking at both of them intently.

“H, do you want to tell her?” YN nudges him as he glances between the two of them in confusion, YN nods toward her stomach, and Harry catches on.

God, he loves his wife.

“Mum,” Harry shutters a bit, pushing his plate back, “YN and I are pregnant. The baby is due in January and we-we couldn’t be happier.”

Anne stands up, rounding the table and pulls Harry in to a hug, cradling his head, and stroking his hair, whispering, “I am so happy for you two, my sweet boy. I know you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

Harry is sniffling, seeming like a little boy in his mum’s arms as he asks, “You’re happy for us?”

Anne chuckles, pinching his cheek, “Don’t be silly. Of course, I am. You two are adults. You have a funds and ability to care for the baby. I couldn’t be more thrilled for both of you. But you, H, will always be my baby.”

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Hey! can you please write something about ezra? i’m really missing him <3 he’s my fav kid and he doesn’t even exist what is happeningggg—

Always Thinkin’ of You

prompt: Ezra gets frustrated when Harry leaves him for too long.

warnings: ezra cuteness because I know you guys have been missing him

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Harry was just arriving home from a week and a half of press, promo, and games - he was exhausted but more importantly he missed his wife and babies.

When he steps in the front door, he’s bombarded by three of his little ones who attach themselves like monkeys to him.

Easton, eight,on his left leg, Cash, six, on his right, and Briar, two, tugging on the bottom of his shirt with a furrowed brow and demand of, “Up, daddy. Up.”

“Hi, lil’ mama,” Harry coos to his daughter who becomes more of a spitting image of her gorgeous mother everyday, “You miss y’daddy?”

Briar nods sweetly with her chubby hand coming to pat his face, nose wrinkling when she comes in contact with his unshaven face which was usually smooth.

Then he’s leaning down to kiss both of the boys on top of their curls locks, recently damp from a bath, with a murmur, “Missed you guys so much. Thought about you the whole time I was gone. Were you good for mama?”

“Yes! I helped put away groceries today!” Easton informs his father proudly with his chest puffed out and a dimply smile.

“Hey! I helped too!” Cash grumbles, shoving at his annoying older brother before nuzzling into his father’s thigh, “I put away all the fruit, daddy.”

“There’s my good boys,” Harry compliments, big palm rubbing Cash’s back as he hugs onto him, god - he loved his babies so much.

But he was missing his one monkey.

Ezra was usually never one to be left out of the welcoming committee, he was usually the first one scampering to greet him with a big hug and a few sniffles.

And surely by now, he would have known that his father had walked in the door with all the commotion his siblings had made.

“Where’s mama?” Harry asks, kicking off his tennis shoes and then his puffy north face jacket before tugging off his hoodie - it had been super cold out.

“Cooking dinner,” Easton informs him before slapping Cash’s shoulder and saying, “Five second head start! Tag, you’re it!”

Then he’s bolting out of the foyer with impressive speed before Cash can even process but then quickly joins in to chase after his older brother.

“Let’s go see what’s for dinner, pretty girl. Yes?” Harry sing songs to Briar who still has a curious hand dragging over his prickly facial hair.

“Daddy?” She asks inquisitively, her small fingers tracing over his upper lip and then his jaw before repeating the pattern.

“Wha’? You don’t like my whiskers?” He teases, moving his cheek to brush against hers - she emits the cutest little squeal when she feels the roughness against her baby soft skin.

“No! No!” Briar belly laughs, pushing his cheek away from hers before she’s burrowing right back into the crook of his neck for a cuddle.

“How did I get so lucky, hm? My perfect little girl,” Harry sighs happily, he was truly living a fairy tale with how he’d been so fucking blessed.

When he steps into the kitchen, YN is in a pair of nike shorts and an old college tee of his with her hair thrown up and Ezra sat on the counter next to her - watching raptly as she stirred the thick sauce for the pasta.

“Can you add the pepper now, Ez?” She asks softly, handing him the shaker and with his tongue sticking out in concentration - he carefully shakes until there’s enough of the spice added.

“Hey darling, you single?” Harry can’t help but try his luck as he steps up behind his wife, hand massaging at her hip as he lands a few pecks to the back of her neck.

“Sorry, m’all wifed up,” She replies haughtily but teasingly presses her bum back into the cradle of his hips which has him pinching her in warning.

“Don’t tempt me, we haven’t fuc- er, had alone time in nearly two weeks,” Harry corrects himself before he’s putting Briar down so she can toddle back to an abandoned toy cell phone near the pantry and pick it up.

“Maybe tonight, if you’re lucky,” YN hums, turning the stove down until the sauce is simmering and she opens the oven door to check on the garlic bread.

When Harry spins his wife around to nudge their lips together, he feels a small hand push at his arm, and he pulls back to see his youngest son fixing him with a glare.

“Hi bubba,” Harry smiles, figuring the push was from him not greeting his son yet, but when he goes to tug him into a hug and off the counter - Ezra shakes his head with a scowl.

YN titters at the four year old, “You want to tell daddy why you’re upset?”

Ezra shakes his head, curls bouncing every which way, and he crosses his arms, avoiding any eye contact with his father.

“Ez? Are you upset with…me?” Harry wonders, brow furrowed with confusion as YN goes about straining the pasta but still listening.

“Go away, daddy,” Ezra huffs angrily, his green eyes finally meeting his father’s with tears brimming at the rims.

Harry is definitely bewildered, he wasn’t quite sure what he did wrong, and when he’d FaceTimed with him earlier before his flight home - he was absolutely fine.

“I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong,” He tries to encourage, wishing he could just give him a hug, “Can you please talk to me?”

“Mama, tell ‘em,” The young boy mumbles instead when YN leaves against the counter, just waiting for the sauce and bread to finish for dinner.

“Ezra ended up taking a nap and he woke up about forty-five minutes ago. He had a nightmare and was looking all around the house for you,” YN replies, rubbing Harry’s bicep because she knows it’ll make his heart sting.

And it did.

“Daddy should be home,” Ezra whines, his anger melting away as he begins to blubber, tears falling down his cheeks, “No leaving Ezzie.”

If his heart could shatter anymore it could.

Harry couldn’t help but feel a gnarly twinge of guilt and sadness at his son’s words because even though his son is four - everything he says is valid and he should be taken seriously.

“I was gone for a bit longer than usual, yeah?” Harry agrees lowly, scrubbing a hand over his face, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, sweetheart.”

“Don’t leave again,” Ezra pouts out his full bottom lip.

“Daddy has to work so we can have a nice house and nice things,” Harry sighs, “So we can have food and clothes, hav-“

“No no no,” He chants out defiantly, carefully jumping down from the counter and walking out of the room.

“What has gotten into him?” Harry groans, he was pretty exhausted from the jet lag and shitty hotel beds, and he knew he had to work this out before the night was over.

YN wraps her arms around his waist, lips pressed to the hinge of his jaw as she speaks, “He’s just having a bad day. He missed you so much.”

“Should I go try to talk-“

Then they hear a clatter from the foyer, which has them quickly following the sound to make sure one of the kids didn’t get hurt.

But it’s Ezra, who has unzipped Harry’s suitcase and was tossing all of his nicely organized and folded clothing out and splayed all over the hardwood floor.

“Ezra Duke,” YN scolds gently, frowning when she sees the mess that he’s created and winces when she tosses his toiletries bag and hears a loud clunk! which was most likely his expensive Tom Ford Cologne.

“Now daddy can’t leave!” Ezra announces as he throws a pair of socks as far as he can which ends up landing at Easton’s feet.

The other three children had come to see what the fuss was about and stand their with confused wide eyes.

Harry steps forward, squatting down and gently grabbing Ezra’s arm, “This is not a good way to express feelings. If you’re mad or upset with daddy then we need to talk. You’re being very unkind right now by making a mess of my things.”

And when Ezra gets scolded by his father (even if it was very gently), he plops on his bum and begins crying as he looks at the ground.

Easton cautiously steps over and sits next to his younger brother, hand on his shoulder, and he says, “Ezzie, I used to get really sad when dad left too. But he always comes back, he has to go to work.”

“Yeah! And when you really miss him, you can just ask mama to call him!” Cash offers, being the sweet little thing he is and gathering a few of his father’s shirts to put back in the suitcase.

“Thank you, Cashy,” Harry hums before stopping him, “But Ezra made this mess and I think it’s important that he cleans it up.”

“No! No no no,” Ezra refuses, eyes steely green and determined not to listen - a full tantrum coming on from the looks of it.

“Come on, come help mama with dinner,” YN goads, guiding the little onlookers into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You threw all of daddy’s clothes and I need you to pick them up for me,” Harry says soft but firmly, “Or you can choose not to pick them up and go sit on the stair.”

Ezra scowls at his feet as he weighs his two options carefully, his little chest heaving up and done with anger.

“I’ll pick ‘em up!” He whines with a high-pitched frustration in his voice as he lugs himself off the ground and begins to gather socks, shirts, and shorts - depositing them begrudgingly in the suitcase.

After every article is haphazardly back where it needs to be, Ezra stands in front of his father with the same scowl he’d managed to keep throughout the whole ordeal.

“Are you upset with me?” Harry asks his son, he wants to reach out and tug him into his arms but he had to respect his son’s boundaries too.

Ezra’s glare quickly begins to crumble when his bottom lip starts quivering viciously as he tries not to cry again but he nods.

Harry’s chest hurts for his son, “Bub, it’s okay that you’re not happy with me. I know I was gone and you miss me so much when I have to go.”

“Don’t leave Ezzie,” His son mumbles as he hiccups with the onslaught of tears that are bubbling over his lids.

“Darling,” Harry murmurs, opening his arms and Ezra instantly scampers into them to curl up onto his lap, “I have to go to work so that we can live in this house, eat yummy food, buy you all those baby dolls. If I don’t go, I don’t get money to do those things but that’s why mama stays home to make sure you get all the love and cuddles.”

“Want m’babies,” Ezra grumbles lowly, turning himself so he can wrap his arms around his father’s neck and bury his face in there.

“I want you to know that I think about you, all the time when I’m gone. I think about Easton, Cashy, you, Briar,” He whispers to his son as if it’s a dark secret that he’s never uttered before as he rocks his son back and forth.

“Mama?” The little boy squeaks curiously.

Harry can’t help but chuckle, “Yes, Ez. I definitely think about your mama all the time too. I love you all with my whole heart.”

“M’sorry.”

It’s sheepish and spoken against the column of Harry’s throat.

“Ezra Duke, you never ever have to apologize for feeling sad or upset. We just have to talk about it or do something to calm down. We can’t do things that are unkind to others,” He assured him, “It’s okay to be sad, angry, happy, or anything else. “

YN appears in the hallway, a soft lift to her lips as she tells them, “Dinner’s ready, my boys. C’mon. Ezra, do you want to help me pass at the garlic bread?”

With that, Ezra is out of his fathers lap and scuttling quickly to his mother at the chance of being a little helper.

YN can tell Harry’s tense, shoulders tight and uncomfortable as he lays on his side - back turned to her.

After she slides in, her nails come to lightly scratch at his bare back, “What’s bothering you?”

He doesn’t loosen at her gesture, just lets out a huff and burrows deeper into his pillow, voice low and clipped, “M’fine.”

YN can’t help but roll her eyes at the back of his head where his curls are still damp from the shower - he acted like she didn’t know him inside out.

“I couldn’t ask for a better father to my children, you know,” She starts, she didn’t have anything planned to say per se, “I know it sucks when you’re away for work but you’re so fucking present when you are here with you kids.”

Harry doesn’t turn around but she knows that he’s listening intently.

“Our kids love you so so much. I love you so much it seems like a fairy tale. I can’t believe how much you sacrifice for us, for me to stay home with the babies, for everything,” YN tells him, there’s tears running down her cheeks and when she sniffles - Harry instantly flips over and pulls her straight into his chest with his lips pressed to her forehead.

She knows sometimes Harry just needs time, that she can’t fix everything but he simply rasps out that he loves her and kisses her cheeks, nose, lips, and drift off in each other’s arms.

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Let’s Pretend

prompt (from kofi donation): Maybe you can write a few sentence about Ezzie dressing up as a baby bat 🦇 for Halloween and no one of his siblings thinks he’s scary so Daddy has to pretend he is!

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Ezra was freshly four and determined to be as scary as possible for Halloween this year because he was just so exited to learn about that emotion.

Patricia, his therapist, had been working on different emotions with him - normally spending two to three sessions on each one.

Last session was learning about being scared or fearful.

Harry had just gotten in from San Diego but wasn’t going to miss his son’s weekly appointment for the world - they scheduled them around his away games so he’d always be there.

He was dead tired, yes.

It didn’t matter though because making Ezra feel better and less anxious was more important than anything else.

Harry and YN were sat on the floor with Ezra as Patricia sat in her chair, the young boy was nestled into his fathers lap, staring wide eyed at the picture cards in front of him.

“Okay, Ezra. Can you tell me something that you think is scary?” Patricia probes, reviewing their past hour of hard work.

He shrinks back into his father with a whine, unsure and nervous but YN is reaching over and murmuring softly, “C’mon, Ez. Doing so good, almost done.”

“Mama and daddy are s’proud, answer Miss. Patricia now, honey,” Harry adds supportively, rubbing his back.

“I..I ge-get scared when daddy goes away,” Ezra whimpers shakily, “S’scary.”

YN watches the way her husband’s shoulders deflate, a bit of sadness and blame as he swallows hard, continuously rubbing his back.

“Oh? Why is that scary?” The therapist tone is friendly and inquisitive enough that Ezra doesn’t feel like she’s ordering him to answer.

“S’scary ‘cause I miss him and ge-get scared he wo-won’t come home,” Ezra sniffles, turning his face into Harry’s shirt to hide.

YN’s heart breaks a little bit when she sees Harry’s reaction to the words his son spoke. He looks at the ground for a moment, biting his lip as he gathers himself.

He has always felt guilt about being away so much during season.

“Bubby, I always come home. Yes?” Harry reminds him, hugging him a bit closer, “Daddy will always always come home to you, y’mama, y’brothers, and Briar.”

“Validate his feelings, Harry,” Patricia offers kindly, directive but not too demanding - reminding him.

Harry looks up at her, nodding and turning Ezra to look at him so they’re making eye contact, “I understand why that would be scary. It’s okay to feel scared when I’m away but mama will also always keep you safe.”

Patricia gives him a nod that he did a good job and YN reaches over to rub his shoulder, adding, “Ezzie if you’re ever scared when daddy is away - y’can always ask mama to call him, okay?”

So yes scary.

He had picked up from his older brothers that sometimes scary was fun, that he could be scary to get a reaction.

Ezra had decided that he was going to be a bat for Halloween, a little black costume with the detailed of the animal’s skeleton ***.

He deemed it very scary so he thought it would be perfect for scaring his older brothers who always tried to do it to him.

It was a few hours before trick or treating, all the kids were excited but Ezra insisted on getting into his costume early.

Ezra decides on Easton, eight, first, who is sitting on the floor in his bedroom - attempting to create a massive house from legos.

“Boo!” The youngest boy squeaks, jumping in front of his older brother with the arms spread and as scary of a voice as possible.

Easton just looks up, unfazed and says, “I like your costume. S’cool!”

The little bat huffs, deciding that he might have a better chance with Cash and Briar who were in the playroom.

He jumps out from the doorway again, Cash doesn’t even look up from his puzzle and Briar does look at Ezra but she just giggles and smiles at him.

Ezra is definitely feeling defeated by this point, head hung a little lower because he couldn’t be scary and he wanted to be so bad!

Little did he know that Harry had caught him trying to scare his two siblings and fail from where he was in the kitchen.

Harry makes a grand show of whistle and acting oblivious to the little bat sneaking into the kitchen, despite the fact he isn’t good at hiding yet.

Ezra takes a deep breath before shouting, “Boo!”

In full dramatics, which Harry is very good at, he acts liked he’d just been completely startled - the box of crackers in his hands dropping to the floor as Harry let’s out a faux yelp of surprise.

“Oh my goodness! I thought you were a real bat, Ezra Duke! Y’scares daddy so much!” Harry gasps with wide eyes and a hand in his chest, “Y’so scary, bub!”

And it was totally worth it.

Ezra’s whole face lights up when he realizes he managed to scare his dad which was even better than doing it to his siblings.

The young boy is belly-laughing and near tears with how funny his father’s reaction was, managing to squeak out, “Got you, daddy!”

Harry growls, stalking over and scooping Ezra up to nip at his cheeks, “You got me. Made me drop m’crackers! Y’did sucha good job. Should we go scare mama?”

“Yes!” He automatically agrees, allowing Harry to carry him through the house, upstairs to where YN is sat on their bed - folding a mountain of clothes.

Harry sneaks them around the corner, popping out and let’s Ezra squeal out an excited boo!

YN looks up, already in her motherly instincts despite not being surprised - she could hear her youngest boy giggling wildly in the hallway.

“There’s a bat in the house, Harry! Oh no, there’s a bat!” She points at Ezra with a surprised expression, dropping the article of clothing she was folding.

“S’just Ezzie, mama!” The child laughs, Harry tosses him playfully on the bed and he crawls up to his mother, “S’me, mama!”

“Whoa, bubby. I thought you were really a bat! I was so so scared!” YN replies, bopping him on his little nose with a grin of her own.

And just his parents responding like that, well it makes his whole night and one day, when he grows up - he’ll vaguely remember this memory with great fondness of how wonderful and supportive his parents are.

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Just Not Happening

prompt (from a kofi donation): “ok so MLB H taking the kids trick or treating or like them having a halloween party and y/n tries to get them all (herself and h included) to do a coordinating costume and maybe it doesn’t work out exactly and he reassures/ comforts her 😉”

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It was an annual work Halloween party that the New York Yankees held a week prior to holiday at the stadium.

The field was set up for the event with bars, catered food, tons of activities for the kids while all the adults enjoyed the colder weather on the turf.

The Styles’ children usually loved to go to it each year but the two oldest had recently recovered from a cold and were still crabby as hell.

YN had organized their outfits this year to coordinate, she enjoyed doing it and it always made the tabloids, whatever outfits they chose.

She had decided that Harry was going to be a farmer, dressed in denim overalls with a plaid button-up underneath and a wide-brimmed farmer’s hat.

YN was a dressed as a scarecrow with an overall dress, a matching plaid shirt to Harry, with cowboy boots - her face decorated as well. ***

Easton was dressed as a cow**, Cash was a billy goat **, Ezra was a chicken **, and Briar was a little lamb **.

They only wrangled one child into a costume in nearly twenty minutes and it was the oldest, Easton who was six and a half, unamused as he sat in the living room where everyone was supposed to be getting dressed.

“I wanted to be the goat!” Easton complains with crossed arms and a pout as he watches Harry try to convince Cash to step into his outfit.

“Bubs, you specifically said you wanted the cow when we went shopping,” YN reminds him gently, changing Briar’s diaper before getting her ready.

“M’the goat!” Cash huffs back, hand on his father’s shoulder as he steps into his costume and allowing him to zip it up.

The two of them were just in a sour mood, Easton makes it a point to trip Cash when he is walking by which causes him to fall and let out a wail of anger.

Harry would normally put Easton on the step but they just didn’t have time, “Absolutely not. Do not do that again, s’not kind. Do you hear me?”

Easton refuses to meet his father’s eye which has Harry stepping over and tilting his chin up, “Say ‘yes daddy’ and apologize to y’brother.”

“Yes daddy,” The older grumbles before muttering out a non-convincing apology to Cash who’s glaring at him with no plan to accept the words.

Both parents turn to focus on Ezra, the two year old is staring at the feathery costume with wide eyes, and as soon as YN attempts to get him to step in - he squeaks loudly and refuses to do so.

“No no no, mama,” He chants in his baby voice, tucking himself behind his father’s legs to peek around.

Harry turns and scoops him up, lips next to his ear “S’just a costume, s’not scary, sweetheart.”

“No daddy,” Ezra squeaks firmly, shaking his head and clinging to his father - Harry can’t help but wince when he tugs on a lock of hair.

YN sighs, tossing the outfit onto the couch, “I guess no costume for him then. Will you help me with Briar’s”

“Sure mama,” He replies, letting Ezra down and he bolts towards his brothers - far away from the feathery costume.

They manage to get the squirmy infant into the lamb costume but it’s followed by heavy tears and unhappy screams.

“Oh my god,” YN laughs in exasperation, knowing they can’t keep Briar in the lamb get-up if she hates it that much.

As soon as Harry wriggles her out of it, her tears cease and she suckles happily on her binky while blinking up at her father.

“Little lamb, why don’t y’like your costume?” Harry coos to his daughter, bopping her button nose lightly as he rocks her.

“Cash!”

Easton’s shout cuts through the kitchen and then he comes barreling through the entryway with massive red stains covering his previously pristine white costume.

“Wha’ happened?” Harry groans, he’s getting frustrated in a way that doesn’t happen often with his children.

“Cash to-took his juice and splashed me with it ‘cause I tried to ta-take his snack but he wouldn’t share,” He is whining as Cash comes jogging into the room after him.

“He tr-tried to take m’peppa bowl!” Cash interrupts loudly but begins sobbing when Easton throws a stuffie at him.

Then it’s commotion.

Easton and Cash going at it, Ezra stepping closer and babbling in confusion as he watches them yell nonsense.

“Enough.”

It gets eerily quite in the room, Harry’s tone was sharp and loud, and when it gets that way…well the boys know they’re in trouble.

It was domino effect from there.

Cash sticks his tongue out at his older brother.

Easton is stubborn, just like his mama, and though he doesn’t say anything, he reaches his hand out to push Cash’s shoulder.

Cash squawks loudly and tries to catch himself, he does but in turn then stumbles into Ezra which makes him unsteady and he falls.

Luckily, Ezra just falls on his diaper-clad bum but he lets out a deafening wail after it happens, whimpering, “Mama, mama!”

And Harry’s hit his limit, his voice booming as he looks at his son’s who are wide-eyed with fear, “Wha’ did I just say?”

“But daddy! He-“

“Both of you, get y’bums up to your rooms now,” He orders, taking Briar from YN so she can tend to Ezra who’s still sobbing.

“The party, daddy!” Easton says in confusion, “We have t’go.”

It was already way past the time they would have had to leave to make it there at a decent time.

“Y’think I would take you two to a party when y’actin’ like this? Not listening to mama or daddy, pushing and being mean to each other? Absolutely not,” He says firmly, his jaw clenched and the both boys begin to sniffle.

“Daddy!”

“Go to your rooms. If I have to repeat myself, y’gonna be in even more trouble,” He warns, full dad mode on as he watches them drag their feet out of the room.

“Fuck,” YN groans from behind him, he turns in time to see that Ezra had nuzzled his face against her which ruined her carefully applied costume makeup.

It almost seems like fate that they weren’t going to the party when before Harry can say something - Briar throws up her dinner onto his overalls before smiling.

“Oh fuc-“ Harry whines, trying his best not to gag as it drips down the front of him - his darling little baby all messy now too.

“Ezzie and Bry are going to need baths - like now. I don’t want this makeup irritating his skin,” His wife replies, cringing at the baby sick.

“Should we do tha’ and then deal with the boys after?” Harry asks, knowing a little time in their rooms will calm them down.

YN scrubs her face and changes into a old college shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, Harry just strips off his outfit and pulls on a pair of running shorts.

Harry places a wriggly Briar in her baby bath before plopping Ezra down next to it - the tub was massive and he automatically starts smacking the water - he loves his baths.

“So much for the party,” YN sighs, massaging baby shampoo through Ezra’s curls while Harry gently wipes down Briar with a soft cloth.

“It probably wouldn’t have ended well anyways with how t’boys were acting,” Harry shrugs, he can’t help but chuckle when Briar makes a pinched face.

“You looked sexy as a farmer tonight,” She bites back a smile because she knows Harry is going to just preen at the compliment.

He does.

“Y’think so, mama? Gonna be m’nice little farmhand and ride me ton-“

“Sssh,” She giggles, nudging his shoulder before she begins to wash out the suds from Ezra’s hair, “Just take the compliment.”

Harry pouts a bit as he swaddles Briar into a towel and he has to just make sure, “Tonight you will though, right?”

“Yes, baby daddy,” YN agrees, loving the way his eyes get darker when she calls him that.

“Yeah, gave y’all these babies, huh?” He smiles widely, he was literally so fucking easy for his wife.

“Two of them where nightmares today so don’t look so smug. They get that from you,” She shakes her head fondly, managing to tuck Ezra into his cozy soft towel.

“Two clean bubbies!” Harry sings happily, munching playfully at Briar’s cheek until she squeaks with a baby smile.

“Me, daddy,” Ezra whines, awaiting until his father reaches over and nips at his cheek until he belly laughs and pushes Harry away.

“Here, I’ll go get the boys. Their pajamas are laying on our bed,” YN shuffles her youngest son into Harry’s arm - a baby on both.

“You’re such a good mama,” Harry hums, kissing her temple and when YN looks embarrassed, he adds, “Don’t be like tha’, couldn’t have knocked up anyone better.”

“Now you ruined the moment.”

Harry scoffs, affronted, “Hey! S’romantic!”

While Harry lays both babies on the bed, wrapping them both up in their diapers before fighting to get them into their onesies - YN brings in Easton and Cash who are out of their costumes and in pajamas.

They avoid their father’s gaze, heads down and eyes stuck on the floor as the shuffle in - Cash with his arms wrapped around his mother’s thigh and digging his face into her.

“Cash Edward, look at daddy, please,” Harry murmurs, stepping over and squatting in front of the boys.

Cash shakes his head of curls adamantly in refusal, whining and gripping onto his mom tighter to stay cemented where he is.

“Easton, look at daddy too,” Harry asks, reaching out to take on of his hands and his oldest listens, looking at his father with sad eyes as he begins to cry.

“Oh, c’mon bub. No tears,” His father sighs, Easton steps forward into Harry’s chest until he’s wrapping him up in a warm hug.

When Cash peeks and notices his brother’s actions - he lefts go of his mother’s thigh and scuttles in Harry’s arms as well.

He pulls them back to arms length, face firm and serious as he speaks, “You two did not listen y’mama or me very well today. S’not okay to hurt each other either. Do you understand?”

They both nod solemnly and Cash piques up, “Halloween party now?”

“No, we missed it because y’two wouldn’t listen but we can watch a Halloween movie in bed, yes?” He offers much to their exictement.

And that’s how the night ends, Harry and YN in their massive bed with Easton in the middle, Cash nuzzled into Harry’s side, and Ezra fast asleep on YN’s chest with Briar in her crib.

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