I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever

CHAPTER 9

When Louis woke up he heard the patter of feet against the stone floor and blinked rapidly, attempting to adjust to the sunlight fluttering through the room. His rut had only ended just last night, and he almost felt like he needed a full day just to recover from it.

His rut had lasted nearly 5 days this time. Louis tried to blame it on the fact he was fucking and knotting his needy, heavily pregnant mate. He even tried insisting to Harry the previous night that his reasons were valid, not that Harry protested them. In fact, Harry acted as if he was in his full heat by the way he begged Louis to fuck him into the sheets every night during his rut.

While staying in their locked bedroom for nearly a week, Louis had Zayn be put in charge of things until he was fully back and focused. He trusted Zayn completely to be a good replacement while he was handling Harry's neediness through his rut.

Louis groaned into the pillow, feeling his muscles ache with protest as he slowly sat up. Looking straight ahead, Louis furrowed his brows at the sight of Harry standing in front of the mirror in a light blue robe. He was flattening out the sides and smoothing out the wrinkles. Louis caught himself smiling as he watched Harry turn sideways to examine his stomach. Harry frowned then, placing one hand on top of his stomach and another on the bottom.

Louis frowned from his place on the bed. "Everything okay, lovely?"

Harry jumped from his spot and whipped around to face Louis. "Oh, uh, yeah. Just trying to decide if I should wear this."

"I say you should," Louis peeled back the covers and walked over towards Harry, who was back to looking at his reflection in the mirror. Harry always looked so gorgeous and it hurt Louis to know he didn't always recognize that.

Louis came up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around him and laying his hands on top of Harry's that were placed on his stomach. Harry smiled at him through the glass.

"Do you realize how big the baby's gotten? Harry stared at him through the glass. "I'm due really soon, Lou."

Louis swallowed and forced himself to smile. He didn't want to think about it yet. "Yeah, lovely, you are. The baby will be here soon."

Harry moved to face him and Louis' hands automatically moved to Harry's hips. Sometimes, Louis felt as if he knew the curves of Harry's waist better than he knew anything else in the world.

"Alexander or Genevieve," Harry grinned. "Our baby will have a lovely name, either way."

Louis kissed his cheek softly, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling back. Harry's eyes were bright and Louis swore he saw stars in them.

"I was going to go to the village for a little bit," Harry told him, releasing himself from Louis' grip to walk back towards the mirror, where he, once again, began to examine himself. "Would you like to go?"

"Oh," Louis paused, thinking it through only a little. "Yeah, of course. Let me get ready?"

Harry nodded, and Louis rushed off to the bath. He hurriedly changed and when he came back out, only to find Harry examining himself sideways in the mirror again.

Louis smoothed out his silver tunic as he approached Harry. "Why do you keep doing that?" He asked.

"I'm just thinking," Harry, said, turning to the other side and keeping one hand on the upper and lower side of his stomach. "I like being pregnant with your baby."

Louis walked up so he was directly behind Harry. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder smoothly, unable to help his alpha pride that beamed over Harry's statement.

"I like it too," Louis kissed his shoulder, tracing the edge of the trim to Harry's robe. "My pretty omega is full of my child. Everyone knows you're mine. Always want you to be pregnant with my babies," Louis was quickly turning himself on by his own words. He could hear Harry's breathing was becoming more and more uneven.