A/N: Holy crap you guys, thank you seriously I've gotten 26 reviews for just the first chapter, I mean I was seriously not going to continue but then I started getting all these reviews and until today my internet was down otherwise I would have updated much sooner, but seriously guys I can't really update this unless I get inspired because I'm really working on my Sky High and Hairspray fics (both slash just warning incase you read them). So I'm sorry but that's just how it is. I love you guys!

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"So are you good?" Louis asked as both he and Lyla tucked Evan into Lyla's big queen.

"Yeah, just really tired," Evan said yawning after the word tired as if it was the trigger for sleep.

"Okay, well just sleep and well keep talking in the morning," Lyla said and brushed her hand across his unruly hair and kissed him on the forehead; Louis did the same and followed her out into the living room.

"So are you…" Lyla began asking the question she already knew the answer to but wanted to hear the answer to anyway.

"Am I?" Louis asked knowing exactly where she was going with this but still wanting her to ask.

Lyla however wasn't moved so easily, and just stared at him until he laughed.

"No I'm not, and I'm hoping you're not either," Louis said moving closer to her on the couch that somehow had materialized underneath them.

"No, not since…" Lyla admitted turning until her entire body was facing him.

"Hmm," Louis nodded and leaned into her, following the Hitch rule like a true gentleman, waiting for her to follow. She faithfully leaned in the rest of the way and pulled him closer to her. Slowly the made there way to the position they found themselves in the morning after Evan was made, Louis behind Lyla and clothing on.

Once again that's how someone found them in the morning only there were no pictures taken, only a small boy asking if there was cereal.

"Mum," Evan said not realizing that he was starting to sound like his dad after just an evening together.

"Did you hear him, he called you mum," Louis said groggily sitting both him and Lyla up.

"Well, I think I'm a mum versus a mom don't you?" Lyla said trying to tame her hair while leading her boys into the kitchen. "So Louis can you cook?"

"No, not at all, but I'm an excellent baker." Louis said sheepishly, while thinking of all the times that his mum had tried to teach him to cook, unfortunately Marshall had gotten all of that talent.

"Well at least you'll come in handy a little bit." Lyla joked as she pulled out a waffle iron and a mixing bowl. "So Evan what do you like for breakfast?"

"I don't know," Evan said trying to think of a time where he didn't eat cereal or nothing at all.

"Well I think that we should celebrate, I was thinking waffles, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns, sound good?"

"Yeah, really good," Evan said enthusiastically

"Ah the one thing I can cook hashbrowns," Louis said getting up from the kitchen table to pick out an appropriate skillet.

"Wow, aren't we just very Irish," Lyla laughed behind her hand.

"What are you talking about?" Louis asked like she was on drugs.

"The only thing you can cook is potatoes?" Lyla asked raising her eyebrows as Louis stuck his tongue out at her while Evan laughed.