Louis Tomlinson One Shots

For Michaela

"How many times do I have to tell you, Louis, I'm not ready!" you screamed, gently shoving your fiancés chest to get him out of your way.

You had married young. When you were only 19, still and school and still learning your way though the ropes. Though, the love you had for Louis couldn't compare to the world. There was no doubt he was the one for you.. But right now? You weren't too sure about that. Since it's only been a year since you've married Louis, kids were the last thing trickling in your mind. Of course you wanted children at one point, but for fuck sake you're twenty! What is he thinking?!

"Babe, the timing is perfect! There's no better time! Please, this is the next step, don't you wanna see our little babies that get their looks from you waddling around our house? You know I want a big family, why not start now?" Louis said with a quiet but weak laugh, his tiny attempt at lightening up the situation.

"Of course I do Louis," you sighed, sitting on the bed and rubbing your face, "I'm not ready for kids.. It's so soon. You told me yourself management didn't want us to have kids." you argued back, crossing your arms and standing back up to face him.

"Yeah. They told us we couldn't get married either, but look where we are now! Michaela, we have the rest of our lives to sit around and be happy, why not add to that happiness?"

"Because, as you said, we have the rest of our lives." you spat, turning your back to him and continuing to fold the laundry you had been trying to finish up.

You felt the strong arms you fell in love with wrap tight around your waist, his lips pressing to your neck before he let out a small sigh, "Are you sure..?" he asked quietly, his voice cracking as he spoke.

You felt your heart drop you your stomach and let the fabric of his shirt slip between your fingers, slowly spinning to look up at him. You ran your thumb across his jaw and looked up in his bright blue, welled up eyes, returning the sigh he had just let out.

You looked down at his chest, licking your lips before looking up in his eyes and pressing your lips against his, falling down on the bed with him, "Fine.. Let's make some babies.."