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Louis frowns and climbs up on a counter in the kitchen next to where Harry is chopping up three different colored bell peppers. "It's not fair," he complains, "why do I have to eat all this junk and I'm not even the one who's up the spout?"
"Because you don't know how to cook." Harry says simply and before Louis can deny it he adds, "I mean cook something other than chicken parm and scrambled eggs, we can't live off just that now can we?"
Louis thinks they can actually if that means he can eat something other than the gross rabbit food Harry's been force feeding him for weeks now.
"I think you're forgetting that time I baked us a cake Harold." He tilts his chin up defiantly although he’s very aware Harry isn’t even bothered enough to look at him.
"I think you're forgetting that you were drunk off your knob and that cake tasted like arse." Harry laughs at himself and Louis can’t help but join in too. He set himself up for that one but Louis’ not going to take the bait, not this time. He’s in trying to win this and the moment he shows weakness Harry will detect it and shove a raw carrot down his throat.
"Just a couple more months," Harry assures him after a while of silence, but Louis knows better. There's no chance in hell they're going back to takeaway every night once that baby is born. They'll be eating even worse than they do now.
Louis shudders at the thought of organic homemade jars of smashed peas and placenta purée. "Why'd Nick have to go and give you that book of healthy pregnancy recipes anyway? I never liked that guy and I reckon this is why."
"I don’t know why you don't like him,” Harry says and Louis is pretty sure he’s lying. Either that or the pregnancy hormones have gone and made his boyfriend all screwy. “You two are exactly alike."
"I'd never buy you a book of hippie vegan hemp crap and pass it off as a baby shower gift." Louis grunts indignantly.
Harry sets down the knife once the vegetables are all cut up into tiny colorful bits. "If you'd like, love, I'll stop talking to him forever." He looks up at Louis from where he’s sat dangling his legs over the counter and Louis preens.
"I'd like that very much yes and for you to get rid of that book and let us eat normal again." Louis leans forward, smile wide and sharky because this is it, he’s got Harry’s undivided attention and now its time to go in for the metaphorical kill.
"No can do Lou," Harry snorts to himself because he rhymed and Louis can't believe he managed to knock up someone so lame.
"If you love me you'll at least let me get those chocolate biscuits the next time we go out to the shops." Louis pleads because he’s stooped that low. He could just try to sneak a few items in the buggy but he’s not allowed to do the shopping anymore after Harry sent him out for milk and he came back milk-less with a mirror with built in wi-fi.
Harry frowns, juts out his lower lip like a fucking child and Louis almost falls for it. "Why can't you just eat the raspberry nut clusters I've bought instead when you've got a sweet tooth?”
"Because I'm not a fucking squirrel Harry! Or Liam for that matter. I don't know how he's managed to actually enjoy this food for years because it's utter crap."
"Noooo,” Harry shakes his head and puts a hand on Louis’ flat malnourished stomach. “All that rubbish you and the lads eat is trash. Liam just likes to take care of his body."
"Oh boy we get you in one 'Yoga for Expecting' class and suddenly you are the master of ultimate body care." Louis throws his arms up in exasperation and to have something to do with them lest he moves Harry’s hand and that’d be a whole different argument.
And how did it even get to this, really? Louis didn’t want a fight when he came into the kitchen from what was quite possibly the best cat nap he’d had in ages. He was cold and Harry was gone and this was just supposed to be a bit of banter before he ultimately gave in and ate kale soup or summat equally as healthy.
"You're quite snappy today would you like me to hold off supper until I've blown you?" Harry says seemingly unphased but Louis can tell from the lack of eye contact that he’s gone and upset the love of his life and now he feels like a total knobhead.
Louis shakes his head and hops down from the counter. Harry’s hand slides down from Louis' stomach to his hip and then falls off completely and he sighs. "As tempting as that offer is I don't think it'd help at this point. I'd just like a pint and maybe a burger or four."
"Well ring Niall then,” Harry says bitterly and wipes his hand on a cloth he’s got slung over his shoulder. “ I'm sure he'll be more than happy to oblige."
"'M not leaving now. You're clearly upset and that's one of the very few rules we have. Come on now time to talk out this tiff." Louis grabs Harry’s hands, one in each and pulls him over to the kitchen table.
Harry looks all weepy when Louis pulls out a chair for him and he flops down into it gracelessly, shirt rucking up over his bump. "I've got to keep my blood pressure low Louis I'm sorry about all the food.” He blinks up at Louis with big watery eyes. “I'll start making you separate meals if it'll keep you from getting cross with me."
"I'm not cross, love, just a little agitated.” Louis says and then backtracks when Harry sniffles a bit. “I miss red meat is all. You don't have to do anything differently for me I'm just being difficult because you know I’m a dirty rotten little shit. I don’t even know why you put up with me."
"Because I'm having your baby you daft idiot." Harry waves away the accusations and pulls Louis down onto his lap though there’s hardly any room left at this point. He kisses Louis on the crown of his head and noses into the shorter tufts at the back of his neck. "And I love you."
-
Harry’s got him spread out on the sheets after supper and while right now its not much more than a messy blowjob, its more than Louis’ got in a while. Plus, Harry has forbade him from lifting his palms and the flat of his feet off the bed which is new and hard to do but Louis likes a challenge.
This is something they've never done before, one of them taking strict instructions from the other, but after being a hassle earlier today Louis figures he can give Harry as much as his obedience will allow him to. There’s sweat pooling at the dip of his bellybutton and his knees are feeling wobbly from being bent for so long, but its thrilling. Harry’s going agonizingly slow and every time Louis gets close he pulls back and holds him off that much longer.
“Fuck,” Louis pants and just when he thinks he can’t take anymore Harry pulls out a plug. It’s long and purple and translucent and Louis had got it for Harry’s birthday last year, but as it turns out they use it more on him than they do on Harry.
He cants his hips up off the bed when Harry lets his dick go. It slaps hard and wet against his stomach and Harry tuts. “I need you to stay still for me, Lou.” Louis nods and concentrates on not moving rather than Harry who is lubing up a big sparkly butt plug.
Louis whimpers when Harry puts a hand back on his stomach. Close enough to where his thumb grazes against the very tip of his dick without actually touching it and Harry hasn’t said ‘no talking’ but he gives him a look that’s just as well every time he makes a noise.
He figures this is payback for earlier, for being a shit and making Harry cry when he was just trying to make Louis eat healthier and he deserves this, he really does.
Harry’s got two slick fingers in him now and Louis hadn’t even noticed, he’d been lost in his own thoughts and only realizes what's happening when Harry crooks them upwards and brushes against Louis’ prostate. He cries out and Harry slides both fingers out and wipes them on the sheet by his thigh.
He inches the plug in slowly, Louis bites his lip to restrain from making a noise or to ask Harry to get a move on already. Harry twists and turns and angles it at just the right spot and Louis lets out a huff of breath, curls his toes into the sheets and itches to reach out and touch. He needs Harry to be closer, they need to be touching, Harry’s warm palm perched heavily on his stomach isn’t doing it for him anymore. Harry must sense this and pulls away. He places his hand on the swell of his own belly while the other works the plug in and out of Louis.
Louis is about to break. His dick is hard and red and wet and still untouched when Harry stills his movements. He backs up off the bed and Louis makes a noise of protest against his best effort not to. “Shh, I’m not going anywhere.” Harry says and shucks out of his loose trackies. He slides his shirt off next even though Louis it sure its one of his own, one that usually fits Harry loose when he’s not with child but wraps tight around his belly right now and he discards it on the floor next to his sweats.
“Gonna take care of you,” Harry says as he climbs back up on the bed. He flicks at Louis nipples, pinches the right one between two fingers and it takes all of Louis' willpower to not come right at that moment. He’s got sensitive nipples and there’s so much going on right now, his head is swimming he can hardly deal with the lack dick of touching happening along with almost too much nipple touching.
Harry grabs Louis dick again, pumps him a few times and then leans forward, belly brushing against the head as he whispers in Louis’ ear. “Gonna ride you,” he says and pushes Louis legs down by his kneecaps. He slides up until he’s sat on Louis’ chest, wastes no time opening himself up, he's heavier than before but not to the point that its overly uncomfortable and before Louis can even digest what's going on Harry is sinking down on his dick.
He groans loud and deep when he’s completely seated and adjusts a bit before taking a test bounce. “You can touch me,” Harry finally says and moves one of Louis’ hands to his round belly. Louis puts the other on his hip and guides him down again as they start a another slow torturous rhythm.
“Can you believe it, Lou,” Harry says and Louis barely registers it. Can hardly recognize anything other than the feel of Harry tight around him, his fingers working deftly at his chest, and the plug deep inside him that jostles every time Harry sinks back down on his dick. All that has him vibrating from the different forms of stimulation. “You’re gonna be a daddy,” he tells Louis, words breathy and short, head slumped forward.
Louis shakes his head, tries to let Harry know he’s listening but can't even attempt to respond, he's not even sure if he's allowed to, as he continues. “Yours,” Harry says and moves Louis’ hand to the underside of his belly. “This is yours, you did this.” He speeds up his movements laces his hand over Louis’ as it starts to slip. One on his belly, the other on his chest.
“You’re next,” Harry starts moving faster, bouncing up and down almost erratically. “Gonna fill you up with my baby, Lou, you’re gonna be so pretty and round and soft. Fuck you just like you did me, gonna get you pregnant and keep you that way.” He bends down and mouths wetly at Louis’ neck, his stomach caught in the space between them. “You want that? Wanna have my baby, Lou?”
Louis nods weakly and Harry asks him again. “Yeah,” he says, permission to speak finally granted. “Fuck, yeah Haz. I wanna have your baby. I want to be full of you all the time I want it.” Harry fucks down on him hard and reaches back between them, pulls at the plug until Louis is gasping.
“So close,” Harry says and now that Louis’ got full control of his body again he takes over. “So close, Lou,” he says again, voice almost a sob. Louis grabs his hips, wide and soft as he thumbs at the edge of Harry’s big warm belly and fucks up into him with all the stamina he’s got left. Harry’s got one hand on his own dick and the other on Louis’ plug when comes, jerkily riding down on Louis.
All it takes is a flick of Harry’s wrist and Louis is right behind him. He comes in hot thick spurts inside of Harry and slumps back against the bed uselessly, hands still on Harry’s stomach while he gently pulls out the plug. “Mine,” he says his voice still shaky as Harry giggles and sits back.
He lifts one of Louis’ hands and presses a kiss to the palm before placing it back on his tummy. “Yours.”
-
Once Louis’ got two feet back on dry land and his head is finally out of the clouds he presses a kiss to the back of Harry's neck where he turned away towards the window and reluctantly rolls out of bed and into the kitchen. Its cold and he should’ve put on a pair of socks along with Harry’s trackies and he still wants that burger but settles for a cuppa instead.
He finds his phone on the counter and texts Zayn back his thoughts about the new episode of Homeland from earlier until the kettle heats up and he pulls out a mug from the cabinet. Its one of those novelty mugs with a little cartoon mustache on it that he got Harry as a joke one year because he’s basically physically incapable of growing facial hair and Louis’ starting to see a gift pattern here.
He's flicking through his twitter feed on his phone and munching on a piece of celery and nearly jumps out of his skin though and breaks both the mug and the steaming hot kettle when Harry wraps his arms around his waist from behind. “You’re a surprisingly light walker to be pregnant and all.”
“And surprisingly more coordinated too. I think its the yoga.” Harry says and presses a kiss to the back of Louis’ ear. “You’re up early,” he glances up at the cat shaped clock hung above the kitchen sink, “or late depending on how you look at it.”
Louis is glad Harry doesn't mention him eating the celery like he would have if the tables were turned. He would've rubbed it all in Harry's face but that's why Harry is a better person than he is. “‘M cold,” Louis puts down the kettle, tea forgotten. He turns around in Harry’s grip and buries his head into his shoulder.
“I’m like a walking furnace nowadays,” Harry wraps his arms tighter around Louis and squeezes until they’re as close as they can get.
“Like Jacob,” Louis says and freezes. “Does that make me Bella? I don’t want to be Bella. I quite like Jasper, he’s quite fit.”
Harry nods. “Then you can be Jasper.”
“Yeah but is that a thing?” Louis tucks his hands into the waistband of Harry’s pants. “Jacob and Jasper. Werewolf and Vampire.”
“We can make it a thing.” Harry shrugs and backs them up until they’re leaning against the cupboards. “I think you’d be a great Bella though, I can be Edward. Knock you up with my demon baby.” He waggles his eyebrows and Louis steps back.
“You were serious?” He asks because he wasn’t sure which way was up and which way was down a couple hours ago, much less if Harry was just talking dirty or making promises. “You want me to- you know?”
“Yeah,” Harry doesn’t drop his arms from around Louis but his face falls. “Unless you don’t want to we don’t have to I can just- if we want another I’ll just, I mean-”
“No Harry, I want to,” Louis cuts him off. “I just did know if you really wanted to or if you were just saying all that in the heat of the moment.”
“I mean it.” Harry nods vehemently. “I want you to have my baby. I never want to stop. We can have a whole football team like you said once.”
“Just a litter of kids running around,” Louis adds wistfully and Harry nods. “That sounds nice.” He looks around at the kitchen at their second hand fridge and the sink with the dodgy nozzle. “We’d need a bigger flat though, better furniture… You wouldn’t happen to have an old uncle harboring a family fortune we could kill for money, would you?”
“Sorry not at the moment,” Harry rolls his eyes and waddles his way out into the living room. He picks up and old paper with scribbles on it that Louis thought was just the crossword. “I’ve been looking at places in our price range though,” he hands the newspaper to Louis and slinks down onto the couch, pats the empty spot next to him.
Louis obliges and puts his head in Harry’s lap so he can play with his hair the way he always does when its longer that lulls him to sleep every time. “So we’re really gonna do this,” he says while looking over the listings and its more of a statement than a question but Harry answers back anyway.
“It’s kind of late to go back on it now, innit?” He glances down at his belly and rubs a single hand over it. “This ‘lil Bean seems to think so.”
“Is that what you’re calling it now? Bean?” Louis turns his head in and noses affectionately at his unborn child.
“Hmmm I think so, since we waiting until birth to know his or her gender.” Harry pats his stomach, once, twice. “I think Bean is neutral, don’t you?”
“I like it,” Louis nods and rolls over onto his own stomach. “Hey there little one,” he says and places his hands on the bump right next to Harry’s. “Do you like that name, Bean?”
“You are what you eat,” Harry shrugs.
“My little bean sprout. How’s that? I’ll call you Sprout from now on, okay?” Louis says. “Your daddies are excited to meet you.”
“Daddy,” Harry says dreamily and Louis smiles up at him, he’ll never get over being called that.
“So are we just both going to be daddy then?”
“I reckon you’ll go by daddy and I’ll go by aba.”
“Aba,” Louis repeats and turns his attention back to the bump. “Your aba and I can’t wait to see you and your uncles Liam and Niall and Zayn. They’ll spoil you, especially Zayn. Liam’ll probably just take you for a jog and have you join the scouts, but Niall’s fun, I promise.” He rubs his thumb in small soothing circles. “Soon you’ll have a little brother or sister too. We’ll have a huge family and go on vacations to Disneyland and to the beach and up north to visit your grandparents during the summer. You’ll fall in love and get your heartbroken, but you’ll eventually find the one like your Aba and I. And you two will get in countless fights, over useless things like food. But it all works out in the end. You’ll love each other too much to stay mad for long”
“Lou,” Harry says and Louis pulls back. He’s getting all weepy again and its actually making Louis emotional as well.
“Come on then,” Louis stands, holds out a hand and pulls him up into a hug. “Let’s go back to bed.” He leads Harry back into their bedroom and draws shapes and patterns onto his stomach until he falls asleep curled up against the father of his child.
His aba.