Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

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Another update because why tf not? Enjoy my flowers. x

When Louis came down the stairs in the morning Harry was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast with Charlie laying in his crib that was standing next to the counter. He was just putting the supplies out of the fridge when Louis flung his arms around his waist and nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck. Harry instantly melted into the touch and snuggled into his bare chest with his back. He could still feel the warmth radiating from Louis' body he had accumulated over the night and sighed contently.

"Good morning, sunshine." Louis mumbled in his ear.

"Morning, baby." Harry smiled. Louis chuckled quietly against his skin.

"You're baby. I'm daddy." He said with a lazy smile on his lips, tightening his grip around Harry whose mouth escaped a giggle. He let go of the marmelade and milk and turned around in Louis' arm laying his forearms on his shoulders loosely.

"And what does daddy want for breakfast?" He smiled.

Harry was once more mesmerized by Louis' beauty. Louis was hot as hell when he was wearing one of his suits and with his expensive Hublot shining on his wrist, with his hair styled neatly and his beard trimmed perfectly. But he was truly beautiful when he was looking like he did right now, with a messy caramel mop on his head, tired but glistening crystal blue eyes and sweatpants that were too big on him so his hips barely held them up with his Calvin's poking out and barefoot because he hated wearing socks at home.

"Would it be impudent if I'd say 'you'?" Louis wondered still with the same soft smile on his face. He reached a hand up and tucked a curl behind Harry's ear, keeping his hand on his face for a moment and brushed his thumb over his cheek.

"Mhm." Harry hummed.

"Then coco pops." Louis decided and leaned in to place a soft kiss to Harry's lips.

"Of course." Harry chuckled fondly. "Can you prepare a bottle?"

"Sure thing." Louis said and pecked his lips again before he let go of Harry to do his task.

Five minutes later Louis was sitting at the counter shoveling cereal in his mouth while Harry was leaning against the wall giving Charlie his bottle.

"You know you can also sit down?" Louis quirked an amused eyebrow and gestured to the bar stool next to him.

"No." Harry said seriously.

"What?" Louis laughed. "Course you can. I give you the permission." He laughed again thinking Harry was joking.

"No, Louis. I literally can't sit down." Harry said pointedly.

Louis looked at him completely clueless on what he meant, so Harry sighed deeply and placed the bottle on the counter before he turned around and pulled his sweatpants over his bum carefully so Louis could see. Both of his cheeks were still littered in Louis' handprints and the skin was burning so bad that Harry couldn't even wear underwear and Louis' eyes grew comically wide. Harry pulled the pants up again and grabbed the bottle to continue feeding Charlie who was already complaining at the loss of nutrition.

"Oh shit, baby. I'm so sorry!" Louis said horrified. He jumped up and rounded the counter pulling Harry's sweats down again to examine the damage. "Damn." He breathed out when he slightly touched the skin which was still so hot that his hand started tingling.

"Why are you surprised?" Harry scoffed. "You literally told me I wouldn't be able to sit down for days."

"Yes, but I didn't even go that hard to spare you this exact situation." Louis defended his actions.