Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 25

"Are you sure it goes there?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Maybe not."

Harry can't help the giggles flowing from his mouth at hearing these words. They turn into a hearty laugh the moment Louis looks up to meet his eyes. We're not even going to mention the cackle that follows the moment Louis admits defeat.

"No." The blue eyed man finally admits defeat and gets up from where he's been sitting on the floor for the past hour or so. "Where are the stupid instructions?" He huffs while kicking around pieces of paper and plastics.

"Probably still in the box." Harry has managed to calm down a little and points towards the forgotten box in the opposite corner of the room.

Louis darts towards it and moments later holds up the piece of paper that would have made everything so much easier from the start.

Harry can't help it when his laughter fills the room once more. It's a laugh that comes straight from his stomach and he ends up running a hand over his tummy at the feeling of the little one moving around, seemingly also enjoying her daddy's antics.

"Are you laughing at me?" Louis asks when looking up. He's struggling to contain his own laughter given the fact that Harry told him to follow the instructions since the beginning- which believe it or not, was about two and a half hours ago. The words 'it's a crib, love- not a house' and 'how hard could it be to build?' now solidly biting him in the ass.

He doesn't take it too personal though. He can be a man about it and admit when he fucked up, and well, if all the different pieces of the crib scattered across the nursery's floor is anything to go by- then he obviously did. Obviously.

"She's laughing as well." Harry is quick to answer while pointing at his tummy and within seconds Louis finds himself falling to his knees in front of the younger man, peppering his stretched skin with tons of kisses and marveling at the fact that he can feel his his daughter moving when he gently rests his hands on the perfect curve of Harry's tummy.

"Hello little bug." Louis whispers after another multitude of kisses raining down all over the naked skin covering to younger man's abdomen. "Are you being good in there?" He asks and waits for another kick or punch to stretch the skin underneath his hands.

He doesn't have to wait long though, because just like with their little late night conversations lately, their baby- or bug as they still refer to her- becomes more lively the moment she hears her daddy's voice.

It's an amazing experience really- listening to Louis talk and then feeling bug reply by way of a kick or punch.

"I'm busy building your crib." Louis states proudly and rolls his eyes when Harry starts giggling.

"He's trying bug." Harry corrects through his giggles earning himself a gentle squeeze on the hips and he doesn't have to look down to know that Louis is smiling a smile that reaches his eyes.

"Fair enough." The older man retorts before leaning closer once more to leave a kiss just above Harry's navel. "Please do me a favor and tell your daddy to make himself comfortable in the rocking chair while I get to work on this beauty." He makes a show of whispering next to Harry's tummy while gesturing to the wooden panels scattered across the floor.

Harry smiles. Of course he does. "Do you not want me to read the instructions while you assemble it?" He offers when meeting Louis' eyes.

"N- n- no." Louis stutters out and looks away. "Want you to get all hot and bothered while you watch me work." He quips and another cackle flows from Harry's throat.