April - Nine Months
Harry is thirty-eight weeks pregnant, and their baby still doesn't have a name. Of course, Harry only thinks of this once he's soaking in the bath, along with his candles and trashy romance books. He sets his book safely out of the splash zone and heaves himself into a more upright position, smoothing a hand over the distorted skin of his stomach.
"Lou! Louis!" He shouts out the open door. He hears the quick movement of feet, and then Louis skids into the room, Niall hot on his heels.
"What?! What?! Is the baby coming?!" Louis drops to his knees beside the tub, frantically looking over his omega.
Harry pouts at him. "No, the baby's not coming."
"Then what're you screaming for?" Niall huffs, hand over his heart. "Gonna give me a heart attack, Jesus."
"We haven't picked a name yet."
The room is silent for a moment, and then Niall says "I thought we agreed to name him Niall Junior—Oof!"
"Shut up Niall," Louis takes a friendly swing as the Irishman. "We're not naming him Niall Junior."
Niall hops up on the counter, swinging his heels into the cupboards below. "Well, what do you suggest then ya twat?"
Harry smiles privately to himself. Ever since their last row, the two have been fast friends. They often rib at each other, just to pull a laugh because of the ridiculousness of it all. It's helped keep Harry's moods up through the sudden rapid changes in his body, and for that he's thankful.
Louis sits back on his bum, making the lower half of his face disappear over the edge of the porcelain tub. "I guess I hadn't really thought about it yet. Oh god...we're in charge of naming an actual human being! What if we name him something really stupid? He'll hate us forever!"
Harry flicks water at the alpha's head. "Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to be freaking out here. Let's just...throw out some suggestions I guess? What about Logan?"
"Makes me think of wolverine," Niall adds from his seat on the counter. Louis makes a face.
"Alright, how about Oliver?" Harry tries. Louis tilts his head, considering.
"I like the name Oliver, but...maybe Isaac? I like Isaac."
Harry shifts in his water, which is turning cold. "Will you help me get out, please?"
Niall rolls his eyes at the lovesick couple, hopping down from his perch to retrieve the big fluffy towels from the wrack. Louis helps Harry stand, gingerly maneuvering his legs over the tub's edge. The two help wrap the pregnant omega up, Niall playfully scrubbing one towel through his curls. Harry tries to duck away, clutching at Louis' forearm for balance.
"Hey! Don't mess with the heavily pregnant lad!" He laughs, and Niall drops the towel over his head.
Louis helps him into his bedroom, leaving drippy footprints across the wood floor. Harry picks up where they left off as he opens his closet to look for some clothes. "I like Isaac, but not as a first name. I don't want people to call him Zak."
He picks out some loose pregnancy boxers, leaning against the wall to pull them on. Niall skirts carefully around the bed-nest to poke his head into Harry's clothes, snatching one of his band tees and throwing it over his shoulder. Harry's likely not gonna get that back anytime soon.
Louis sidles up behind his omega, curling his hands over his stomach. He hooks his chin over Harry's shoulder, gazing down at the distorted tattoos, thumbing them lovingly. "You're so beautiful love," he whispers, kissing the side of Harry's neck. "What's another name you'd like?"
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Baby Honey
Fanfiction"Is that Louis Tomlinson?" Niall shouts in his ear over the booming bass of the club music. He points over Harry's shoulder, bouncing up and down to the beat. Harry's head has never turned so fast in his entire life. Omegaverse, mpreg, etc.
