"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," Harry cooed to Louis, his official husband.
Louis kept his eyes closed, groaning.
"C'mon, babe. It's time to get up."
Louis hummed, opening his eyes. "Good morning."
"How did you sleep?" Harry asked in a teasing voice.
"I think you know the answer to that," Louis said, smirking.
"Yes I do," Harry said, leaning in for a kiss. "So, we're officially married."
"Yes we are. Last night was quite incredible."
"Which part?" Harry asked, smirking.
"You know which part, you pervert!" Louis said lightly slapping Harry's bare chest.
"That was my favourite part, too." He kissed Louis again. "Now let's go get some breakfast and pack for our honeymoon! We leave in a few hours!"
"Okay!" Louis hopped out of bed, the both of them running down the stairs. Louis got down a couple seconds after Harry.
What he saw was not expected. A full breakfast was made and set on the table. "Harry, did you-"
"Yes I did. I got up a few hours ago and made all this. What do you think?" Louis eyed all the delicious looking food.
There was a stack of buttermilk pancakes, crispy, brown bacon, scrambled eggs, and two cups of orange juice.
"Harry, this is incredible," Louis said, walking over to the food. "It looks delicious."
"I hope it's okay. It's been a few months since I've cooked."
"I'm sure it tastes like heaven," Louis said before placing a kiss on Harry's cheek.
Harry pulled out a chair for Louis, Louis taking a seat. Harry sat down in the chair across from him. "Bon appetite."
Louis tasted the pancakes, taste exploding in his mouth. "Oh my god! These are the best pancakes I've ever had in my life. Harry, you are amazing."
"Thanks, babe." Harry took a bite. "I'm glad you like it."
*~18 months later~*
"Lou, are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself?" Harry asked, tucking in Louis who was sick.
"Yes, Harry. I'll be fine," he assured. "I'm not going to try anything too difficult."
"Don't do anything, babe. You need to get better."
"I know. Now, go to work. I'll be okay."
"If you say so. I love you." Harry kissed Louis' temples.
"I love you too." Harry left the house. Louis laid in bed, wondering what he should do.
He looked around and realised he could go get something to eat. He went downstairs, searching through all the cupboards. No food.
"Fine. I'll go get some myself." Louis left the house, heading to get something to eat.
On the way to McDonald's, he saw a CVS. He decided to stop in and get something to ease his nausea.
As he walked pas the aisles, he walked past the condoms/pregnancy tests/feminine products aisle. He decided to pick out a few tests, just to see if that's what the nausea and everything else led to.
At the checkout, the man rung up his things. "For your girlfriend?"
Louis didn't know what to say, so he told a lie. "Uh yeah. It's a possibility."
