Not-so-Hard-Boiled Eggs // Harry & Louis

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Louis counted the day as a success, despite the minor mishaps. Mishaps were expected though, specially when he was involved with things. There wasn’t really a reason to complain though when you watched your one child passed out following a sugar coma and the other was snuggling with a stuffed bunny that was just as big as them. Thank god for the stuffed bunny, it had taken Sophie’s attention away from them eating the chocolate bunny’s head. Louis hoped that was just enough to avoid therapy bills in the future. He was headed back down the steps to continue the egg search when he abruptly stopped to cringe. “Yes, Harold?” he called back cautiously. Having already figured it out before Harry was confirming it. He stepped carefully towards the direction of his voice, “Was it hard boiled at least?” he asked with a hopeful grin. In his defence, there was a few out of a few dozen that had been successful. It could have been successful.

Harry had enjoyed the day for the most part. Sure there were a couple little mishaps, but it had been nice to spend a holiday as a family. Which marked this one as the first they got to spend with both Sophie and Peter. That was kind of a big deal. He sighed when Louis responded the way that he did. “Define hard boiled?” He called back as he walked around the counter to search for paper towels, wiping his pants off when he found them. “Because I’m not really seeing the hard part. Or the boiled…” He was trying not to complain too much, Louis had meant well - and for the most part the house was pretty mess free. Which was a big accomplishment. But he could have done without mostly raw egg all over him. He returned to the chair, wiping up the rest of the mess and pulling a face, “Going to have to have one of the barstools cleaned. Egg isn’t going to come out easy - and not without stinking.”