Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 17

Nervous.

That's what both men think the other is feeling when in actual fact, Louis feels like he's about to shit himself any moment now while Harry thinks he's about to experience a second wave of morning sickness.

Half an hour ago, both of them were in a bubbly, lighthearted mood, excited to introduce their families to each other.

That all changed ten minutes ago when Harry's family arrived. Around the same time Louis received a message from his mom, saying their about fifteen minutes away, which means they would be arriving any minute now.

And no, it's not like Harry's family did something to make the two of them feel this way. Not at all. It's the realization that they are about to tell them that Louis knocked up the younger man and the uncertainty of how they will react to the news.

To be honest, Louis hasn't been this scared to tell his family something since he came out to them eleven years ago when he was sixteen. Surprisingly they took it really well. Lottie even told him that she'd known for a while already.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, with Harry standing between his legs, leaning with his back against the older man's chest while talking to his family, Louis finds himself not listening to a single word that is spoken, his mind racing with possible scenarios of the different outcomes this day could hold.

One. Both families could be happy for them.

Two. One family could love the idea, while the other one does not like it.

Three. Both their families could not like the idea of a man being pregnant. And he silently prays that these last two points will not be the case.

Whatever the outcome though, they have already discussed it last night and the feeling is mutual- they will not rush or be rushed into any decision making regarding the baby. Both of them really want this and should it be that one or both families are against the idea, they would do their best to convince them otherwise, but getting rid of it is not an option.

The way Louis sees it, is Harry and his unborn child is now just as much his family as the people coming over, and if they can't accept his child and the man carrying it, then it's just as well they're not accepting him. He's ready to tell them as much as well.

Harry's voiced his own concern about how scared he is that his own family might reject him- that they might think he's not normal. Hell, he remembers how Harry himself thought for a hot minute that he was not normal, that there was something wrong with him. Louis had assured him that he's perfect and wouldn't change one hair on his head. That obviously led to a heavy make-out session which ended in Harry riding him.

God, they really do have the best sex.

He gets pulled from his world of thought when the doorbell rings and Harry pulls away from him to go open the door.

"Are you feeling alright, Louis?" He hears Anne asking. He looks up and sees the concerned woman standing right in front of him. "You look a little pale. Do you wanna go lay down for a bit?"

"No, no. I'm alright, thanks Anne." He answers with a tight lipped smile just as Harry enters the kitchen with their new guests following behind him. "Grammy!" He exclaims and jumps off of the counter, immediately wrapping his arms around his grandmother. "Why didn't you wait for me to come get you?" He asks, kissing her temple.

"Oh shush, boobear, I saw Niall and Zayn outside and they helped me just fine." His grandmother is quick to reply. "Anne, darling, how have you been?" She starts walking towards Anne who wraps her arms around the older woman.

"We've been good, thank you Margaret, how are you?"

"I've been doing well, I've been seeing my grandson every day, seeing the rest of my family today, not only through a phone screen, and they're gonna stay for the week, so I've never been better." The older woman chimes up excitedly.