Illuminati of Love

Ella's POV

"Mwummy", the tiny voice spoke.
I sat up gently, looking down to the bottom of my bed, just making out the silhouette of Ariella. I let out a little yawn and nudged Harry, watching as he opened one eye and looked down at his toddler daughter.
"What's the matter baby?", I asked.
Instead of answering, she let out a whine like she usually does when I ask her what was wrong.
Harry sat up and sighed.
"Come on then", I say. Ariella walked over to my side and reached her arms up. I lifted her over my body as Harry made room for our little girl in our bed between us.
I set her down and watch as she crawled under the duvet and sheets and laid her head down on the fluffy pillows. She let out a satisfied sigh making me let out a little snort and Harry to chuckle.
"Mwummy", Ariella started.
"Yes Ari?", I asked, laying down next to her, on my back.
"I twired", she said.
"Go to sleep then", I say.
"But nwot twired", she said. Aside from her cuteness, I really wanted her to sleep so Harry and I could. But she decides that she is tired one minute but not the next. The life of my two year old!
Harry let out a groan and said, "Yes you are Ariella. Please go to sleep", he says.
"Bwut-", she started.
"Ariella please", Harry said, burying his head in the pillow.
Ariella looked back at me with upset eyes. Her bottom lip curled up and tears filled her eyes.
"Oh Harry", I scold, rolling to face Ariella and pulling her into my chest.
She let out a little sob/whine noise. "You upset her", I say, frowning straight at Harry. "She's tired and now you made her more upset"
Harry rolled his eyes and turned over to put his back to me.
"Dwaddy no wub mwe", Ariella sobbed, thinking she was being quiet but I know Harry head.
I twirled my fingers in her hair and began playing with it. "No he doesn't Ari. He's just tired and grumpy. But you can talk to me", I say, loud enough to let Harry know that I was pissed her made Ariella upset, which is going to keep her up for longer.
"Mwummy?", Ariella asked, her voice muffled into my shirt.
"Yes princess?", I asked.
"Twan I bwottle?", she asked, lifting her head and looking up at me. Her eyes wet and puffy from cryng.
I let out a little sigh, "Will you go to sleep after it?", I asked.
She nodded her head.
"Okay sweetie", I say, getting out of the bed with her still in my arms.
I walk out of the bedroom with my daughter in my arms.


In the kitchen, I made her a warm bottle of milk.
We were trying to ease her off of milk, but she loved it so much. And we're big softies. Plus, she likes to chuck big tantrums when she doesn't get any.
But she mostly drinks it when she is upset. Or tired.
She insists on having some before she goes to bed.
So we sit her down in front of the TV as she drinks it happily.


Back upstairs, I placed Ariella back in her spot and climbed in next to her.
She drank her bottle happily, humming as she did so. I recognised the tune as one of the Take Me Home songs. But I was too tired to even think about it.
Harry was still away, I knew this because he wasn't snoring.
He probably felt horrible about making Ariella cry, but too tired to do anything about it. It's not like I blame him or anything.




Slowly, after she finished her milk, I set the bottle on the nightstand and my now knackered baby put her thumb in her mouth and used her other hand, tangling it in my hand and playing with her in her chubby and dimply little hand. "Gwoodnwight mwummy", she whispered in a soft voice, curling into my side before er breaths became settled and I knew she had fallen asleep.




Finally.












The following morning, I was woken up by the voice in my ear, telling me they were hungry. "Mwummy", she said, her mouth touching my ear.
"Hmm?", I say, my eyes still closed.
"I hungwy", she whined.
"Ariella", I whined back.
"Pwease", Ariella said.
I opened my eyes and looked at her.
Her face was in my face and her legs were sprawled over Harry's torso.
"Why can't daddy make it for you?", I asked.
"Cwause he mwad at mwe", she said, looking extremely upset.
"No he's not sweetie. Remember, he was just tired", I say.
Ariella crawled on top of me, laying her head onto my chest and her legs either side of my body.
"Bweakfast?", she asked, sounding hopeful.
"Okay", I sigh, helping her off the bed and watching as she wobbled off out of the room on her early morning legs.
It was the cutest thing ever.
I sighed, throwing the duvet off me and following my daughter out of the room. I caught up to her in no time, due to her uneasy legs.

When we heard a little gurgle, Ariella stopped suddenly, turning around to face me and letting out a gasp, "Bwubba wake!", she squealed.
"Shh", I say, pressing my finger to my mouth, making sure she didn't wake up Harry and Darcy.
She copied my actions, putting her finger to her mouth making the 'Shh' noise and nodding her head, acknowledging me.

We turned into Tatum's room to see her standing in her crib. Jumping up but hanging on to the bars so she didn't fall over.

"Hi bwaby", Ariella squished her face between the bars, but her head didn't fit so luckily she wouldn't get stuck.
Tatum squealed happily at her sister and Ariella frowned, slamming her finger to her lips and saying loudly, "Shh!"
I smirked.
Tatum looked at her curiously, not understanding before letting out another happy squeal.
I giggled but Ariella whined, "No!"
She reached both arms through the bars, pushing against her sisters tummy, sending Tatum backwards, bumping her head on the way down.
Tatum let out a loud cry and tears burst from her eyes.
Ariella still had the angry frown on her face but Tatum was holding the back of her head, looking up at me as she cried loudly.
"Ariella Jaycee Styles", I scold with a frown.
Ariella looked up at me, her frown falling her a sad face returning.
"You don't push you sister. She's hurt now", I say.
"She wake dwaddy and big sistwer up!", Ariella frowned and pouted at the same time.
"That's no reason to push Tatum", I say, scooping the crying child up into my chest, watching as she blubbered and buried her face into my neck.
"Mwummy mwad?", Ariella asked, still upset.
"I'm not mad. You just shouldn't push your sister like that. She bumped her head and is very upset now", I say. brushing my fingers through my hair.



In the kitchen, Ariella had been quiet and moping about because she was still upset that I scolded her.
Tatum had a big bump on her head and was still whimpering and crying into my neck.

Harry walked into the room, carrying Darcy, setting her in her seat at the table.
"What's wrong with Tatum? What's wrong with Ari?", he asked, confused.
"Well...Ariella was angry that Tatum was being loud, so she pushing her over and Tatum hit her head. And I said that it was wrong and she got upset and has been sooking since", I say, shaking my head, "And she's still thinks your mad at her", I say.
Harry's eyes fall sad and he turns to face his two year old who is playing with her fingers.
Harry goes and sits next to her and begins talking to her. I couldn't hear but moments later, she took his hand and they both walked out of the room to do something.
"Hey Darcy. Do you want to go feed the Guinea Pigs?", I ask.
Darcy smiled and nodded, jumping up and following me and Tatum out of the kitchen.
We walked into the large laundry room where the large cages were placed on top of tables, to stop the dogs to getting to them.

Our dogs, Alaska and Comet were both boy and girl.
Unfortunately, by the time we went to de-sex them both, we found that Alaska was already pregnant.
That cheeky boy couldn't keep his paws to himself.
Alaska was a Husky. Her eyes were a beautiful ice blue. One eye was a darker blue then the other. Comet was the boy. He was a Husky as well, but with dark blue eyes.


In the laundry, I set tatum down as Darcy and I cleaned out the cages and fed them.
We have 5.
Pepper and Bumper were the girls.
And Barnabey, Brax and Captain America were the boys.

We kept the boys separate from the girls, because we didn't need any more babies just yet!

"Good morning Pepper and Bumper", Darcy said softly, doing the girl cage, "How did you sleep last night?"
I smirked, pulling Tatum closer so she could watch the pigs. But she definitely tried to grab them a couple of time, gurgling happily. It seems to stop her from crying about her bump.


After we were done, I could see Harry and Ariella playing outside happily with the dogs, running around and laughing.

"You take your sister outside Darcy. I will bring breakfast out", I say, Settling Tatum on the ground. Darcy took her hand.
"Come on Tatum", Darcy said and guided her outside.
I returned to the kitchen and piled up the food, taking them outside to our large back yard and placing them at out big table.

"Breakfast is ready", I say to my family.
They all turn to me before the girls begin running.
Tatum tripped in the grass a few times and Harry had to scoop her up as they both giggled.
Once all at the table, Harry pulled me in for a hug and a kiss before we sat down and ate breakfast.

"So why are we eating outside?", Harry asked.
"Because I said so", I smirked. Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "It's a lovely day anyway", I say.
"Do you have to work today?", I asked Harry.
He shook his head, "No, But I wanted to fix the cubby house"
We look across the large back yard and over to the Cubby/ Play house.
"But it looks fine", I say, a little confused.
Harry and Liam only fixed it a couple of months ago.
"It needs an update", Harry said, "I'm going to paint it white. Instead of the pink. And the stairs are getting a little bit dodgy. And the tyre swing needs fixing", he said, signalling to the tyre swing, handing from the absolutely massive tree.
I nodded. The rope was getting a little old.
"Well, Eleanor wants me to go shopping", I say happily.
"Can I come mum?", Darcy asked, with hopeful eyes.
"You sure can", I say, "Did you want to come too Ariella?"
My two year old smiled at me before shaking her head, "Stway wiv dwaddy", she said.
I nodded and laughed. "Tatum can stay with you too", I say, looking at Harry.
He nods his head.
I know he will just put her in the bouncer next to the dogs in the yard while he does his work. But I know Ariella is going to slow him down because she will want to play the whole time.
"Take the card", Harry said.
I frown, "No"
I instructed Ariella and Darcy to go water their little garden bed they had planted with the help of myself and they Nanna Anne.
"If you're buying things for yourself and the girls, you need to take my card", Harry said with a serious face.
"It's your money. I have my own. I'm not jobless. Darcy and I can use my money", I say, cleaning the plates into a stack.
"You're taking the card", Harry said sternly, "And that's final"
I whine and groan, "Fine! But just so you know, I hate you"
"You love me", Harry wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Don't be so sure", I laugh before walking into the house to the kitchen with the dirty plates and cutlery.






Shopping today, with Eleanor was fun. Both Isabel and Darcy were with us, and they did shopping of their own.
The girls had gotten matching pajamas and some more clothes.
Darcy got a few head bands and hair accessories, because I know she gets frustrated with her hair if bits pop out.
I got Tatum a few new pairs of jumpsuits for bed and some little shoes.
I also bought Ariella some gloves for winter, because her favourite ones had holes in them, from her hands getting too big for the baby size and a new beanie that I thought would suit her very much.





When I got home, Harry, Liam and Louis were working on the cubby house still, making many changes.
"Hey", Eleanor said to them all. They turned and waved.
Harry came and pecked me on the cheek, "You used my card?"
I nodded, frowning, "You little shit"
"You love me. Stop denying it", he laughed. "Tatum is asleep and so is Ariella. Ari kept climbing on everything and ended up falling off the swing. The rope gave way just before I was about to fix it. Unfortunately, she was on it"
"Is she hurt?", I asked, concerned.
"Um, she cried to a bit, saying her elbow hurt. She fell asleep soon after but if it still hurts later, we should go to the doctor", Harry says.
I nod my head.
I walk into the house, looking down at my one year old who was asleep in her little play pen that was in the lounge room.
and Ariella was on the floor, surrounded by pillows and a blanket on top of her.
Her face was read and I could see the tear stains. She made little whimper noises when she slept. I didn't know if it was because she was in pain or that she was having a nightmare.
But Alaska and Comet were laying close by here, sensing that something was wrong.
"Good doggies", I say to them, patting them both.
Alaska was quite fat, due to those puppies inside of her. I can't wait.


I walked back outside to El as she watched her children and Darcy play around.
The had gotten the Guinea Pigs out and were playing gently with them.
But Eleanor watched closely, nervous that the twins would pick them up roughly or drop them.
"They're fine", I reassure her.
She laughs and nods.
"Would you happen to want a puppy or two?", I asked.
"Does this have to do with a pregnant Alaska?", El smirked.
I nodded.
"Yeah. Sure. Lou has been wanting a dog, as much as the kids", she laughed.
I giggled, "Well he is just a big kid!"
"True"


We laughed along.

But the happiness was cut short by the loud cries of Ariella.

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