Ah...Sunday mornings. Ever since you and Louis had first moved in together, you two would always stay in on Sunday mornings. Sleep until noon, eat a nice breakfast and then enjoy a nice hot shower together, but that all changed a year after you two got married. These days, you'd be woken up early in the morning by the little bundle of joy down the hall, breakfast was nothing more extravagant than a bowl of cereal or a banana, and shared showers were rare, but your bright little blue-eyed boy that mirrored Louis was worth it all. You were sleeping peacefully in Louis's arms when you were awoken by cries coming through the baby monitor. It was the first day of February, and exceptionally cold out for an English winter morning, making it harder to get out of bed.You turned over to see Louis still peacefully sleeping. You rolled your eyes playfully knowing this was all you this time. You carefully slid out of his arms, threw on your pajamas that were discarded last night, and made your way down the corridor. Opening your son's nursery door, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight in front of you. Your son was chewing on his own toes. Looking over the crib, you saw your five month old son looking up at you with his blue eyes filled with adoration. "Hi Sammy, how's my baby boy this morning?" you said in a high-pitched tone tickling his stomach making him giggle. You took him into your arms. "Let's get your diaper changed and get you fed," you said as if he could understand. After you changed Sam, you made your way downstairs. You put a kettle on the stove to make tea for Louis and yourself. Making your way upstairs, you had Sam in one arm and a tray of tea in the other. Being a mum made you feel like superwoman. You walked into your bedroom and set the tray on your nightstand bringing Sam on the bed with you. You placed him on Louis causing Louis to stir in his sleep, but you knew he was nearly awake by the smile that formed on his face. He opened his eyes and took Sam into his arms making him squeal. "How's my favorite little lad doing this fine Sunday morning?" He asked with a huge smile on his face holding Sam above his head. You smiled at the precious moment you were fortunate enough to share between your two boys, but it didn't last long when Sam started to fuss making Louis's face drop. "He's hungry. Hasn't eaten yet. Here, let me take him," you said as Louis handed Sam over to you. You lowered your shirt and brought Sam up to your chest causing you to suck in a sharp breath when he latched on. "Are you good?" Louis asked concerned. "I'm good. You think after five months I'd be used to it," you chuckled humourlessly. The moment was silent. Louis wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder. You both looked down adoringly at your five month old son while he looked back up at you. "We did good, didn't we?" Louis asked gently rubbing his son's nearly bare head. "I think so," you said looking up at Louis. He looked back at you with that sparkle in his eye that hasn't faded since the day he met you. "I can't thank you enough (Y/N). You've given me everything I've ever wanted. Since the day we met, since you said yes, since I saw you walk down the isle, since you told me you were carrying our son, since you told me it was time to go the the hospital, since I saw you hold our son for the first time until now. I've never been more in love. You've given me the best gift on earth. I love you so much," he confessed. You felt tears begin to form "I love you too Louis. Thanks for being so amazing these past six years." His lips connected with yours. You still felt that spark, even six years later. It hadn't dulled. Your sweet moment was cut short by the your son's cries. "Hey little lad, no need to fuss. Do you need to be burped?" Louis asked taking your son in his arms patting his back. You got up from your spot on the bed. "I'm going to get a quick shower," you said placing a kiss on both of your boys' head. *** Walking out of the bathroom, you frowned when you didn't see Louis nor your son where you left them. You made your way downstairs combing the knots out of your damp hair with your fingers. You made your way into the living room, and you froze as your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Louis sat with Sam in between his legs on the quilt your mum had made you as a baby shower gift. A Rovers game played in the background, but was drowned out by the giggles that erupted from the room. Louis was tickling your son causing him to squeal. It was music to your ears really. You couldn't help but join in the giggles making your way over to the floor where you husband and son lay. This is what you loved most about Sundays; Spending time with your perfect little family.
