Sparks || l.s mpreg

Chapter eleven

Today was Isla's seven month check up. They got up early so they wouldn't be late like last time because Louis decided he wanted to sleep in, and Harry dressed her in jean shorts he had found at Target, claiming they were cute. Louis didn't agree though, but, he's just a hater. She had a pink shirt on that matched Harry's and he tied her little curls into pig tails, even though they only reached her neck at the moment. 

Louis was downstairs by the time Harry was putting on Isla's socks, the girl babbling to herself and spitting. "Ready to go?" Louis asked. 

"The real question is are you ready to go." Harry teased, propping Isla on his hip. "Yes, I am ready, Harold." They got into Louis' car to drive down to the office, Harry turned on nursery rhymes and Louis refrained himself from groaning. You'd think he'd get used to hearing these in and out the car ever day, but the truth was, he was not. The wheels on the bus started to play and Isla screamed, clapping her hands. Harry laughed from where he was in the front seat, looking back at Isla so he could hold her little hands. Isla giggled, showing the small tooth she had in the front of her mouth that was still not fully grown. They arrived at the office a few minutes later and Harry got out the car, grabbing Isla. "Are you excited?" He asked the girl. 

Isla babbled like she was answering him, clinging to his neck. Louis opened the door for the two, walking to the front where the receptionist was.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment for Isla Tomlinson."  

"Can you give me birth date and year?" 

Harry nodded. "December 16, 2010." 

"Okay, I need you to sign this paper, both of you," she said -- taking notice of Louis. "And we'll call you when the doctor is ready to see you." Harry nodded and thanked the woman, accepting the papers. Isla tries to reach for one of the pens but Harry grabs her hands before she can do so, scolding her quietly. They walk somewhere in the corner of the room where the television is playing SpongeBob. Isla squealed, pointing to the TV. "Ah!" 

"Yeah, it's SpongeBob." Harry said, placing Isla on the floor so she could play with the toys. "I'm going to play with her, can you finish that?" He asked Louis, referring to the paper work. Louis groaned. "You know I suck at this."

"If you want to be a lawyer, you have to know paper work." Harry pointed out with raised eyebrows, still keeping a hand on Isla's tummy so she wouldn't try to roll away. Louis huffed but took the papers from Harry, crossing his legs into a sitting position. Harry laughed at the scene before turning back to Isla. Right when he let go of her stomach she dropped onto her hands started to move forward. Harry gasped loudly, making Louis look down at him. "What?" 

"Louis! You dumbass, she's crawling!" He exclaimed, grabbing her so she wouldn't go off somewhere. "Shit, really?" 

"Are you blind." Harry said exasperatedly, holding the girl who was now cackling with her hands balled up in her mouth. Her dimples caved in just like Harry's and at the moment with both of them side by side, Louis realized how similar they were. "I guess I am." Harry rolled his eyes, placing Isla back on the ground. Isla stuck her tongue out before moving from one hand to the other, making Louis' eyes widen. "Why does she crawl so fast!" 

Harry laughed until he realized how far she was getting, swearing under his breath. He grabbed the baby and apologized to a man who looked very unimpressed, walking back to their previous seat with flushed cheeks. "She probably has done it before without us seeing." He explained. Louis pinched Isla's tummy, making her giggle. "Sick." 

"You need to stop calling everything sick." Harry muttered. "But it is." Louis tried to defend. "Louis, go finish the paperwork." 

Louis grumbled but clicked the pen back up, filling it out. He was halfway done when the doctor came out. "Isla Tomlinson?" Harry got up with Isla on his hip, his shoulders slouching when he saw that the papers weren't filled. "Lou-"