Illuminati of Love

Ella's POV


When I picked up Darcy that afternoon, she buckled herself into her seat just as I had finished doing the same with Tatum before I opened my own drivers door and climbed in. "Did you have fun today, Darcy?", I asked my four year old daughter who let out a little sigh after she had finished buckling herself up.
I looked at her in the rear-view mirror and she gave me a soft smile, "Yes mum. We did some spelling and I learnt how to spell my name", she said, "I already knew that. But I remember it all the time now"
I giggled, "That's great sweetie"
Darcy continued to chatter on about her day and what things her and Isabel did together. They really were inseparable.

As we pulled into home, there were more fans and papariazzi than this morning.
"Mummy, why do they wait outside the gate?", Darcy asked once we got inside the gates and away from the crowds.
"Because you dad is in a band and lots of people know who they are", I say, not really understanding why they wait outside myself.
"Well I hope they go away by bed time. Those girls screaming last night didn't let me sleep", she said softly.
I felt a pang of sadness.
Of course, I have no problem with fans waiting outside to get just a glimpse of Harry. But when they are keeping my children awake late at night, it's slightly scary.
Some of them have tried to break in a couple of times as well.

When I pulled up, I saw that Harry's car was parked in the garage. I pulled the Jeep in next to his car and got Tatum out while Darcy grabbed her bag and wandered inside.

As I stepped in, I set Tatum on the ground, watching as she wobbled off to her father, who swung her up as he walked towards me. Pressing his lips against mine, he greeted me happily.
I looked over to the couch concerned, where Darcy now sat quietly, reading a picture book. Or just looking at the pictures...
"What's the matter?", Harry asked.
"You know how sensitive Darcy is. Something about the people outside is really bugging her", I whisper.
Harry's eyes grew concerned and he to looked over at our eldest daughter, watching her sit by herself quietly. "She's just like you"
"I don't want her to be", I shake my head. "It took me a long time to get over it. And she's been born into it. What if something happens?"
"I-I don't know what to do", Harry frowns.
"Take Logan out with you. Go say hello and speak to them for a while", I say, "Maybe they will go away after they get a picture and autograph"
Harry nods. "Will you be all right by yourself?"
I laughed, "Harry I've been by myself for a year before with Darcy and Ariella", I chuckled, "Wait, where is Ariella?"
"She fell asleep on the way home and hasn't woken up since", Harry chuckles.
"Oh my goodness she is so cute", I giggle, watching as Harry set Tatum on the ground and started walking towards the door.
He motioned Logan, our best security guard to come with him.
I smiled and began walking up stairs, peeking into Ariella's room to see her fast asleep in her crib. I mentally 'Aw'd' before walking into mine and Harry's bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

I waltzed back down the stairs, scooping my one year old up and kissing her on her chubby cheek, "Hiya princess!"
She gurgled back at me and made a noise, in attempt to talk back to me.
I sat down on the lounge and watched her play with her toys on the ground in front of me.

Time seemed to pass quickly as I started to prepare dinner, with Darcy helping.
Harry walked in, looking a little tired but with a satisfied smile on his face.
"How did it go?", I asked, walking over to him but looking back at Darcy, watching as she watched the pasta cook.
"Good. I managed to speak to all the fans individually and take photos with them. And then I spoke to everyone asking politely if people could stop piling up outside. I spoke about the girls and how they were getting scared. People were filming me so I garantee that will be all over the tv tonight and tomorrow"
"Or maybe the next year", I joke.
Harry laughed, pulling me into him and kissing the top of my head.
"They're leaving", harry said, looking out the window.






After a while of talking, Harry went upstairs for a shower and about 15 minutes later, he returned
I peeked around the corner when I heard his footsteps and saw my tired looking two year old wobbling next to her dad.
I stepped out and smiled at them both, watching as Ariella's eyes filled with happiness when she saw me and she began to run as fast as her little legs could take her, "Mwummy!", she giggled, the croakiness evident in her voice.
"Hi baby. Did you have a nice sleep?", I asked, scooping her into my arms, looking down and seeing that she was still in the clothes I dressed her in this morning.
She nodded her head with a big smile. Dimples on display and her curly hair bouncing around her head.
I sat her down in her seat at the table, on top of some pillows again and set a plate of pasta pillows in front of her. Darcy had just started eating her food and so had Tatum. But I could see that my baby was struggling to eat, because she was so tired.
Harry laughed at Tatum's tiredness and served himself up a plate and mine too.
We all sat down like a nice family and ate our dinner.
Ariella spoke continuously, and Darcy giggled at everything she said. Harry and I laughed along with our children, as Tatum looking around at the rest of us with big curious eyes.





"Bath time!", I call out, from the bathroom where the girls bathtub was already filled shallow.
I could hear the pitter patter of feet and soon enough, Ariella bounced into the room, followed slowly by her baby sister.
I sat them both in the bath and watched as they both splashed around together and giggled and squealed loudly.
One at a time, I washed them before I scooped them both out. Dried them and dressed them.
They both wandered off before Darcy walked into the room. "Are you ready for your bath Darcy?", I asked and watched as she nodded her head, getting undressed before slipping herself into a freshly filled bath.
I know that both the other two girls had peed in that bath during the time I was washing them so I was not putting Darcy in dirty water.
I washed her hair and we both sung her favourite song from the 'Midnight Memories' Album that was released like 5 years ago.

After the girls were all ready for bed, we put them in one by one and I sat in the rocking chair in TAtum's room, rocking her to sleep slowly. She had just had a bottle so I know she was absolutely full. Full enough to hold her over until the morning.
Harry was putting Ariella to bed next to because she insisted he did read her a bed time story.
After I gently lay my precious baby in her crib, I walked out and peeked inside Ariella's bedroom. Harry was sitting on the little lounge, patiently reading to her but Ariella wasn't listening. Instead, she was climbing all over her father, enjoying his company and being able to stay up longer.
I shook my head, chuckling quietly before walking across to Darcy's room.
She lay in her double bed, fast asleep with the same book she was observing this afternoon when we got home. It was sprawled across her chest as it rose and fell in time with her breathing.
Her room was lit up by the lap on one of her bedside tables. I knew she was a bit scared of the dark, so I left it on.
I pressed my lips to her forehead, tucking her in gently before closing the door gently and walking back down the hallway, to watch my two year old wrap her father around her chubby finger.
Now, Harry wasn't reading. Instead he was watching intently as Ariella sat in his lap, with one thumb in her mouth and her other hand curled into Harry's hair at the nape of his neck.
Her eyes were droopy and Harry rocking back and forth gently.

It was a beautiful sight.
I know Harry loves all his children so very dearly. But Ariella will always have a special spot.
After all, she is daddy's little girl.
But all our children were spoiled by Harry.
Harry saw me and gave me a smile.
I continued to observe my daughter as she began to fall asleep. She was knackered. But her nap today filled her over for the afternoon.
She was full of energy tonight.
And climbing all over her father showed this.


Moments later, she was snoring softly, with her thumb still propped in her mouth.
"Can you come get her. My hand is numb", Harry whispered, signalling to his hand that Ariella was sitting on.

I walked over and took my daughter into my arms and pulled her gently off Harry. Walking over to her crib, I gently laid her in and put her blanket over her before Harry and I tip toed out of the room, closing the door half way, but leaving her night light on.
"She's going to come into our bed again tonight", Harry sighed, looking overly tired.
"She does every night. Of course she will", I giggle.
"Shower?", he asked.
"Shower", I agree and we run off to our bedroom for some alone time before we are joined by an eager 2 year old in the middle of the night.

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