#dada!louis

But like def get it if you don’t want to do this they just need more content in this world

I love this idea!!!

Table For Two (plus a highchair)

Dada Louis, Mama Olivia & Little Reader

Lock in, it’s a bit of a longer one. Reader is more of a discreet little for the most part because that’s just more what I’m comfortable with. I feel awkward both reading and writing stories where the reader is suor openly little in public. If you don’t like it, don’t read it

You were in a small headspace before your feet even hit the ground that morning.

Some days you woke up chatty and silly, ready to play pretend and color and sing little songs. But not today. Today you’d woken up already deep in babyspace, snuggled between Mama Olivia and Dada Louis in your favorite fuzzy pajamas, your pacifier in your mouth and your whole body curled close to Mama’s side.

“Hi, baby,” Olivia whispered as your eyes blinked open slowly. “Oh, I see. We’ve got a tiny one today, huh?”

You nodded just once, not even taking your paci out.

Louis was already reaching for you, pulling you gently into his arms. “C’mere, sweet pea. Dada’s got you.”

You didn’t say a word. You didn’t want to. All you wanted was to be held. Soft things. Safe things. Familiar things. Olivia’s voice, Louis’s chest, your bunny stuffie. Everything else felt too much.

But you didn’t fuss. You were just very quiet. Very small.

“Should we take her out for a little walk?” Olivia asked after breakfast, where you’d barely eaten anything besides a few bites of banana off Mama’s fingers.

Louis was already buckling your shoes. “She could use the fresh air. We'll keep it calm.”

They took you to a quiet, sunny café they both liked—a cozy little place tucked between a florist and a bookstore, with sidewalk tables shaded by big umbrellas.

The hostess barely looked twice at you as Louis held you on his hip and Olivia carried your diaper bag. You were tucked into a chair with Bunny beside you before the server even came by.

Olivia had ordered you soft scrambled eggs and mashed avocado, which you mostly poked at, before deciding you’d rather be held. You reached your arms up toward Louis and gave a quiet, desperate “Daa-da…”

“Okay, baby,” he said immediately, scooping you up. “Come here, yeah?”

He settled you in his lap while Olivia sliced your toast into little hearts with the butter knife, humming gently. Just as you started to relax again, a soft voice broke the bubble.

“Sorry, I—” a girl, maybe in her twenties, hovered beside the table. “Oh my God, are you Olivia Rodrigo?”

Olivia smiled politely but didn’t shift away from you. “Hi, yeah. That’s me.”

“Oh goodness, and you’re Louis Partridge!” The girl nearly shrieked.

You froze.

Your body stiffened immediately in Louis’s arms as your fingers clutched his shirt.

“She’s feeling a bit shy today,” Louis said softly, rubbing your back.

“Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to say I love your stuff,” the fan said quickly. “I won’t bother you guys.”

“Thanks for being kind,” Olivia said sweetly. “We’re just having a quiet day.”

The girl gave a quick smile and left just as quickly.

You didn’t make a peep, just buried your face into Louis’s shirt and held on tighter.

“She didn’t even come too close,” Olivia murmured, leaning over to rub your back. “You’re okay, baby. Mama’s here.”

You peeked up at her with big, round eyes, and a tiny whimper slipped out.

Louis kissed your forehead. “You want to switch to Mama’s lap for a bit?”

You nodded immediately and let him lift you into Olivia’s arms, where you sighed and melted against her like a puddle.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” she whispered, rocking you gently even while sitting. “All done now. Just us.”

But it wasn’t quite all done.

-

When the rest of your food arrived and you let Olivia feed you a few bites, another couple sitting two tables over pointed and whispered something. They didn’t approach—but one of them pulled out their phone and discreetly started recording.

Olivia’s gaze sharpened immediately. She turned slightly to shield your face, her hand instinctively smoothing your hair down.

Louis frowned. “Do you want me to say something?”

“Let’s just finish eating and get going,” she murmured. “She’s already overwhelmed.”

You didn’t fully understand the exchange, but you felt it. The shift in energy. The edge of discomfort that had crept into their easy rhythm.

You whimpered softly again and held up your arms.

“Oh, baby,” Olivia said immediately, cradling you closer. “You wanna go home already?”

You nuzzled into her chest, nodding once.

They didn’t leave right away. Olivia still finished her meal in soft bites, one hand curled around your back as she gently swayed you in her arms. Louis made sure the check was paid discreetly, and he helped slip Bunny under your arm.

But the moment you were back outside, you heard it again—someone calling Olivia’s name from across the street.

You flinched so hard you nearly tripped over your own two feet.

Louis was quick to stop you toppling over as he gently stepped in front of the camera.

“No photos today, thanks,” he said, trying to sound friendly but firm.

The fans didn’t push—but they still lingered. Two teenage girls waved shyly and whispered, “She’s so cute,” as they passed by.

You turned your face into Olivia again, your tiny body trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the extra attention.

“Okay, enough,” Olivia murmured. “We’re cutting through the park. Fewer people.”

The side path they took was quiet and lined with trees, and the moment the sounds of the crowd faded behind you, your body relaxed again.

Olivia rubbed your back slowly as she picked you up and carried you. “You did so good, baby girl. Mama's so proud of you.”

You let out a tired little sound—half whine, half sigh—and reached one hand out behind you until Louis’s fingers found yours.

“I’ve got you too, darling,” he murmured. “Always.”

You stopped into a boutique bakery on the corner to grab a croissant and some takeaway coffee before heading back to the car. Inside, it was quiet, and the warm smell of cinnamon and sugar seemed to ease you instantly. You sat on Louis’s hip, watching the barista with droopy eyes while Olivia picked out treats.

“Hi there,” the barista said brightly. “I just have to say—you have the cutest little family.”

You blinked slowly up at her and tightened your hold on Louis’s shirt again.

“Thank you,” Louis said warmly, shifting you slightly. “We’ve had a big morning.”

The barista smiled. “Have a sweet day.”

Once they were finally back outside, with coffee in hand and your bunny cradled close to your chest, the city felt a little gentler. You were still quiet. Still clinging. But not shaking anymore. Not hiding as deeply.

And your caregivers noticed.

Olivia leaned over and brushed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being such a brave girl.”

“You’ve had a lot of people looking at you today, haven’t you?” Louis added gently, squeezing your thigh. “Still doing so good.”

You tucked your face into his neck and let out a soft, sleepy coo.

The walk back to the car was slow. Louis carried you the whole way, one hand under your discreetly diapered bottom, the other holding Bunny securely. You were already halfway asleep, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

Olivia unlocked the car and opened the back door, laying a soft muslin blanket in your seat. You whimpered quietly as Louis moved to buckle you in, your hands reaching out blindly.

“No, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Olivia said quickly, kneeling down beside the seat. “Mama’s right here.”

“Mmmm…” you whimpered again, blinking up at her through glossy eyes.

Louis leaned down and kissed your cheek before popping your pacifier in your mouth. “We’ll sit with you once we’re home, little one. Just a short drive, alright?”

Olivia stroked your cheek and let you hold one of her fingers. “We’ll play a lullaby. I bet you’ll be asleep before the second verse.”

True to her word, she queued up your favorite sleepy playlist before they even left the parking lot.

By the time you turned onto your street, you were completely out—head tilted to the side, Bunny tucked under your arm, pacifier gently bobbing.

Back home, Olivia carried you straight to the nursery while Louis grabbed the bag from the trunk. She sat down in the rocking chair, still holding you, and began to hum softly as she swayed.

Your eyes fluttered open for just a second when you felt her settle in.

You blinked once.

Then you saw her face.

Then closed your eyes again.

And sighed.

“Shhh,” she whispered, rocking you. “Back to sleep, baby girl. You were such a good girl at lunch. Mama’s so proud of you.”

Louis entered the room quietly and smiled at the sight—his two girls, rocking softly in the golden light of the afternoon.

He knelt beside the chair and kissed your forehead, then Olivia’s.

“Couldn’t ask for a better little day,” he whispered.

Harry had always been afraid of thunder as a child and would jump and cry in fear running to his mom shaking.But now at 22 years old,he shouldn’t be afraid.

It was late one night when he was woken by the thunder and lighting causinf him to shake.He wanted his mommy but he was an adult now.You don’t cry for mommy at 22 years of age.he decided to just try and get some sleep.

He once woke up again 2 hours later whimpering and shaking in a wet bed.“Great,“he thought"first I’m scared of thunder and now wet the bed?i am a huge baby"and with that thought his bladder was full to the brim and about to burst.He tried to ignore it,but it was only for so long.

It was 30 minutes later when the storm got louder.Harry gripped his sheets having tears in his eyes.Looking out the window he saw lighting hit the tree near the window fall causing a loud crash causing him to soak his sheets and started to wail.

Louis knew that was not a good sign and sprung up out of bed running to him thinking that he was hurt.He opened the door and saw him on the bed sitting in a puddle of urine and sobbing."poor baby"he thought and picked him up."Shh Harry I’m here now,its ok its not going to hurt you.scared of the thunder little guy?poor thing.Lets go run you a nice warm bath”

After the bath was set and bathed Harry,he saw that he was upset.“I’m such a baby.scared of thunder and i pissed the bed”“oh Haz, you are not a baby,everyone is afraid of something.Even me.this cause Harry to perk up a bit looked up and smiled."thanks..can i sleep with you?”“Sure anytime there is a storm or whenever your scared you can come cuddle with me.”