papa!lou for a fic swap with @lottiesboy!! i had a lot of fun writing this!! boyre!reader.
“hey, baba’s done, little man. It’s time to go beddy bye.” you’re cradled in lou’s lap, fingers weakly curled around the bottle. despite lou’s words, you suckle at it again—tears welling when nothing comes. your teeth now nip into the soft plastic, trying to coax something out.
“no, hon. there’s no more baba. it’s time for your nap.” but you don’t want a nap. you want baba and then to play with papa. the thought of laying down without papa makes you want to cry.
when lou pulls the bottle from your mouth, expression worried at the way you were gnawing, your cries escape. loud little hiccups sound, your hands grasping at his shirt. your legs kick, but you can’t do much since you’re still in his lap. heavy, salty tears stream down your cheeks.
lou’s quick to coo and wipe them away, murmuring softly as you cry. “it’s okay, baby. one more baba, and then nap time. papa’ll nap with you.”
lou can see when you process the promises, your cries slowing into sad little sniffles. he nods, seeking your agreement. when you nod back, he hoists you on his hip, bouncing you as he prepares your second bottle.
“little man’s hungry, hm? two babas.” he pokes your stomach to make you giggle, the sound still wet from your tantrum. the bottle is warm in your hands, lou gently guiding the bottom to help you drink.
as the bottle empties, your eyes start to droop. it settles warm in your tummy, and drinking while being rocked on papa’s hip is the perfect way to send you right to dreamland.
lou seems to realize that, gently taking the bottle and setting it aside. remembering his promise, he takes you to bed and wiggles into your small race car bed, long limbs scrunched comically. however crunched, it’s the perfect position for him to hold you.
“sweet dreams, baby.” is the last thing you hear before you’re out like a light.