“ You're my honeybunch, sugar plum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin You're my sweetie pie You're my cuppycake, gumdrop Snoogums, boogums, you're The apple of my eye…” Today Harry experienced none of these, instead a soft voice started singing in his ear. What he didn’t know was that Harry would always be awake at theses times, bursting with immense fond for his lovely Lou. Louis had an adorable habit of snuggling up to his Daddy in the mornings when he got up earlier, sometimes he would just cuddle into Harry and go back to sleep, or talk to him in his sweet voice telling his Daddy about whatever he was thinking, sometimes he liked to lie on top of him and try to wake him up by poking his fingers into Harry’s nose. Harry kept his eyes closed and waited for his baby Lou to do whatever he wanted. “Okie dokie, Uncle Li.” Louis’ voice replied.Ī moment later he heard the pitter-patter of little feet crossing his room to reach the bed. I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen, alright.” Harry was always a light sleeper, which was why he’d woken up when he heard the door of his bedroom opening and a deep voice quietly saying, “Ok, Lou.

You are my honey bunch sugar plum song