Gloria Regali || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Fourteen: Matthew

Chapter tag: MISCARRIAGE

The maroon velvet was smooth on his skin, a little itchy but smooth nevertheless. The gold embroidery twisted in whorls after whorls beginning from the polo collar down through his full sleeves and paused briefly around his waist, circling it to run down again to meet the floor, down from his back while the front remained plain. Turning around, Louis carefully inspected his clothes and how they looked on him. He assumed that he had put on quite a bit of weight and was very worried about it showing especially if he went out in public. Adding that the gown was particularly fitting did not ease his speculation.

It had been over two and a half months since he was made aware of the fact he was pregnant. Louis had given up alcohol completely and stuck to juices and healthy food or that's what Rhaea called it. He tried to keep Harry's thoughts away because apparently thinking profusely could have adverse effects on the child. Sometimes he thought that healers spurned all these tales out of their arse and said it with a straight face to convince the patient.

Because stress the mother? Really?

His thoughts were suddenly put through a halt when the knocking descended upon his ears.

"Do I look like I am expecting?" Louis asked the duo.

Zayn narrowed his eyes as his eyes scrutinised the man before him and then shook his head, "No."

"Not at all?"

"No," Zayn reassured.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

Louis looked at Liam for the same reassurance and he was handed an understanding nod of validation from the Alpha. He slowly nodded his head and sighed, propositioning, "Let us leave then, there's work to be done."

"You ate your lunch though right?" Liam verified and then continued listing, "and your tea with cake?"

Louis stared at him, his lips parting by a bit and then smacked them down again, rolling his eyes, "Yes, I did, Father."

"I am trying to not be overbearing, all right?" Liam responded exasperatedly.

And he did a very poor job at hiding exactly that. His diet was very closely monitored by Rhaea and Tamara. The pair did not leave him alone for even a second and since they were not enough Fiona had been persistent as well and that woman was a force to reckon with. Even Timotee had not so subtly tried to force-feed him random scraps of food as they moved around the gardens, he had gone to the extent of cooking some weirdly ridiculous soup for strength for the bones. Alfwin had started his journey back to Cyarian but had sent at least one ship of the finest things from the place.

'Louis, you are eating for two people, you know,' he repeated like a mantra and that seemed to be the tagline of every person who knew him and he wanted to stab everyone at least four times.

"Yes, I ate," Louis replied and let out a breath, gesturing to the door, "let's leave."

Liam nodded his head and left first allowing the two Omegas a very brief time frame to look at one another and indulge in a look.

"He is keeping very detailed updates about me, right?" Louis questioned the man.

"Of course, he is," Zayn agreed, as he casually picked an apple from the bowl, "and who says I amm not the one responsible for it."

Louis paused momentarily and glared at him, "I really don't know which one of you I should hit."

Zayn winked at him and ushered him outside the room and eventually they found their way out. Eventually, they did make their way out and moved down the castle while Tamara recited out the other things which were to be addressed reminding him in a linear format.