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"Harold, where's her Donny Rover's outfit?" Louis called, rummaging through the drawers in the nursery.
"Her what?" His husband called back, causing Louis to huff and place his hands on his hips as he glared at the chest of drawers in front of him.
"Her little football uniform, Haz! I could have sworn I put it in here." He sighed and rubbed his face with a groan. "I don't know. Maybe the late nights are getting to me more than I thought."
"Lou, our jobs revolve around being up at night." Harry chuckled, his voice getting closer signalling to Louis that he'd entered the room.
"Yeah, well apparently I've got dad brain. How could I misplace a football uniform of all things?" Louis groaned before leaning to look through the drawers again.
"Lou, turn around."
"Not now, love, I've got to find this uniform."
"Lou!" Harry chuckled, causing Louis to turn around, an unimpressed look on his face. The look instantly melted away at the sight of his daughter in his love's arms, dressed in her striped uniform with her blonde hair in little pigtails.
"Ah, so that's where it went." He commented softly, pulling a small face at the little girl and scooping her into his arms. "You know what, the colour suits you Stephanie Styles-Tomlinson." He cooed, tapping her nose gently.
“I do think we should have just gone with Tomlinson, babe.” Harry laughed, placing a kiss on Stephanie’s head before leaning in to chastely kiss Louis. “That way we all have the same surname.” He whispered, winking at Louis before exiting the room.
"You can't say that to me with a baby in my arms, Styles!" He whisper-yelled, bouncing Stephanie on his hip.
"That's Tomlinson to you babe!" Harry called back, not even turning to see Louis' reaction. "You're the one who put a ring on it after all!"