Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 16

When Harry wakes up the next morning not feeling as sick as he did during the week, he mentally thanks Ed for suggesting he drinks more water during the day, and his vitamins at night to help with the morning sickness.

Louis on the other hand walks around, smiling like a cheshire cat, wholeheartedly believing that it's because of the little late night chat he had with their baby the night before.

And no, Harry will not rain on his parade and correct him. He absolutely loves watching Louis walk around with that satisfied, smug expression on his face.

Walking into the kitchen, Louis sees Harry- dressed in nothing but his boxers and an apron- busy placing cupcake cups into a pan. "What're you doing, love?" He asks, walking up to the taller man and wrapping his arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss to the younger man's naked shoulder.

Harry giggles, turns his head and puckers his lips. Louis does not need to be asked twice and immediately captures the green eyed man's lips with his own. The kiss is soft and sweet as their lips move together in a slow fashion. Louis slips his hand underneath Harry's apron and slowly runs the palm of his hand over the soft skin of his stomach.

"Thought I'd make some cupcakes to take with to Eddie's." Harry says when he pulls away first, and continues placing the paper cups into the pan.

"Okay, can I help?" Louis offers.

"Sure, do you wanna separate twelve eggs for me?" Harry questions with a smile and hands over a carton of eggs.

Louis takes it and turns to the counter behind them. He grabs two bowls from the cupboard and places one on either side of the carton.

It's quiet for a few moments, a bit too quiet to Harry's liking. He's not heard any eggs cracking for one, and he was sure that by now Louis would have asked him a question about separating eggs- seeing that he's almost sure the older man has never attempted it before.

When he turns around to see what the blue eyed man is doing, he can't help the fond smile that finds its way to his face.

Harry folds his arms over his chest and watches how Louis holds, what he presumes to be the largest egg in the carton, at eye level, and then picking up the others one by one, holding them next to it before placing it in a bowl. All of them going into the same bowl though.

Trying to suppress a giggle, Harry shakes his head, enjoying the warm feeling bubbling in his chest as he eyes the man in front of him. He finds himself wondering what he's done right in his life to deserve having Louis in it.

"What are you doing, Lou?" Harry asks sweetly.

"Separating the eggs like you asked, love." He answers without turning around, his focus solely on the task at hand. "But all of these seems to be the same size." He picks up another one. "Do you think I should separate them by weight? Where's your kitchen scale?" He asks and turns around to face Harry whose smile is only growing bigger by the second. "I- I- I- I'm n- not d- d- d- doing t- t- this r- right, a- a- am I?"

Harry only stares at him for a moment, unable to stop smiling. He moves forward, wraps his arms around the blue eyed man's waist before softly connecting their lips. "No." He giggles. "But I'm having fun watching you try."

Louis juts out his bottom lip and Harry kisses it quickly. "Let me teach you, yeah?" He says and moves his hands to the older man's hips, slowly turning him back around.

"You're gonna take an egg, and crack it on the edge of the bowl." He says, his voice deep, right next to the older man's ear. He guides Louis' hand down to the bowl, sharply hitting the egg on the side of it. "Then you're gonna wanna hold it over the bowl." He guides Louis hands so they are right above the bowl. "Now, you wanna slightly pull apart the two sides, using your thumbs." He guides Louis' thumbs to the crack, gently pulling the two sides from each other. "Now, you're gonna wanna keep the yolk in one shell and let the egg whites fall from the other." He turns Louis' left hand so the yolk lays perfectly in the shell, while turning his right had so the egg whites would fall into the bowl. "Before you carefully transfer the yolk to the other shell." He gently moves Louis' hands together again, helping him transfer the yolk from one shell to the other. "And then you're gonna wanna add those egg whites to the others." He tips the shell and lets the remaining egg whites fall into the bowl. "Before you add the yolk to the other bowl." He says and guides Louis' hand to the empty bowl, tipping it and watching the yolk fall into it. "Think you'll manage twelve?" He asks, moving his hands back to Louis' hips and leaving a kiss to the back of his neck.