First [Book 2]✅

Nineteen

I know for the last couple of chapters I've been skipping ahead, doing like time jumps and such. It's only because I don't find myself very good in drawing out those long periods of time. I find it hard to inspire myself for those chapters when in all honesty they wouldn't of had any meaning at all really, and I don't have the patience for it. That's why it's been like boom done done done get everything out of the way so we can get to the cute stuff

OK YA SO THATS ALL I WANTED TO SAY😂 onto the chapter!

BTW HARRY AND LOUIS' HOUSE IS RIGHT IN THE MEDIA UP DER BUT IF U WANNA IMAGINE THE HOUSE ON UR OWN THEN BE MY GUEST ^^^^

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The two husbands of seven months sat in their living room, watching a show that neither or them were paying attention to. Both thinking about things that they wanted to share with another. Though neither of them spoke until Louis opened his mouth.

"How do you feel about kids, Harry?" he asked quietly.

The younger boy shrugged, "I love kids. They're wonderful," he nodded, "why?" he asked.

Louis' mouth fished open and closed, "well, w-what if we had one?" he asked quickly, holding back a breath for a reaction.

"You would want to have a child with me?" Harry's voice came out quiet, "you want to?"

The older man turned his body and climbed onto Harry's lap so that he was straddling him. "Of course I would want to have a kid with you," he assured, leaning their foreheads together, "I mean, I just was thinking about it and thought, well why don't we just do it. I love you and you love me and we're married with this beautiful house with spare bedrooms that could easily be used. I would want nothing more than to have a kid with you," he told Harry, his thumb caressing his cheek.

The green eyed boy nodded, and let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around Louis, hugging him tight to his chest. "Yes," he mumbled, "yes yes yes I would absolutely want to. I love you I love you," he repeated, placing kisses to the top of Louis' head.

"Oh, thank god. I thought you might say no," Louis sighed, pulling back to press his lips to Harry's. Harry kissed back, smiling into it.

"How would we do it? I mean, there's like surrogacy or adoption-"

"Adoption. I'd be too scared and nervous to do surrogacy. Plus, it's quite expensive to do that," he told Louis, who nodded in understanding.

"Yeah. But I have to admit, having a child with your curls and eyes would be beautiful," he paused, cupping Harry's cheek. "And they'd have you're lips and your dimples. And that sexy jawline of yours," he smiled softly, leaning down to kiss Harry's jaw.

"But I-I wouldn't be able to be the sperm donor. It'd have to be you," the younger boy was shaking his head, "I-I mean if we used my sperm than the kid m-might get my Schizophrenia and I-I wouldn't be able to live with that, Louis, I just wouldn't. Th-They would be t-tortured and I wouldn't know h-how t-to help them. I didn't know how to help m-myself, so h-how would I help th-them?" Harry had tears in his eyes. Louis didn't like this, and dug his face into the crook of Harry's neck as he hugged the boy tight. Harry's head fell against his husbands shoulder, his eyes closed as he tried to calm down.

"Don't think like that, love. Just because you have it doesn't mean that he or she would too. You're parents didn't have it, but you have it. It's just one of those things. We both could have it and he or she might not get it. Don't worry about that," he shook his head, pecking Harry's lips.

The younger man nodded, threading their fingers together. He smiled, and looked up at his husband. "Okay then. I mean, we'd have to look into all that stuff and adoption centers and stuff, but yeah I think we could do it," he grinned.

Louis then beamed at him, "Alright then," he said, dipping his head down to kiss Harry once more.

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"I don't know about an infant," Louis sighed, rolling the paint roll up and down the wall. It had been a couple of weeks since they had talked and finally agreed on adopting. They had talked to both of their parents, and started to paint one of the guest rooms a nice light blue that both a girl or boy would enjoy.

Harry pouted from across the room, "Yeah," he sighed, "as much as I want a little baby I feel like that would be too much responsibility at only twenty."

Louis nodded, "Okay. So, then I think we'd have to narrow it down to a certain age. Or at least around the same age group," he told Harry, turning his head to watch his husband for a second.

"How about fifteen?"

Louis' eyes widened, "Oh hell no! I remember both myself and Lottie at fifteen and there's no way in hell I'm dealing with that just yet!" he exclaimed, "the makeup, the clothes, the constant bitching and periods and shit. Or for guys it's the stupid Nike socks and shoes that cost a million dollars, and having girls over, and the hormones that kick in and make us all horny shits and get girls pregnant. Hell no," he ranted, shaking his head vigorously as he continued painting, "no way jose."

Harry chuckled, "I was just joking. I'd never do that," he laughed.

"Good. Now, a three year old I can deal with, but..." his voice trailed off.

Harry gasped, "Awe! Three year olds are adorable! They're just learning to say things and their voices are so cute and they hardly know right from wrong and I just... they're adorable," he sighed.

Louis smiled at Harry's infatuation with children. "So is it that, then? Three year olds is what we're looking for?" he asked, smirking.

Harry grinned, "Please?!" he begged.

Louis couldn't get enough of his husband being an adorable little shit, and sighed. "I don't know," he tsked.

Harry scurried across the room to stand in front of him instead. "Please? Pretty pretty please?" he whined. Louis pursed his lips, looking at him in thought. Harry snaked his arms around the shorter mans waist and pulled him close. He leans his head down, brushing his lips across Louis' earlobe. Instead, he dropped his lips lower and attached them to his husbands neck, starting to suck and smirking against the skin when Louis gasped and tilted his head to allow more access.

Harry kept nibbling and sucking on the spot until it was a nice deep purple. He gave the fresh hickey a few kitten licks and light kisses before bringing his lips up to Louis' ear. "I'll suck you off," he offered.

The older mans eyes shot open, and he pulled Harry's head to his and pressed their lips together, tangling his fingers in his curls. "Deal," he mumbled against his lips, pushing his tongue through.

Harry just smirked against Louis' lips, bending a bit to pick the short man up with ease before carrying him off to their room.

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HEEHEE ok ya so that was a short little filler I guess that I just whipped up so enjoy