You're the Father || larry stylinson (mpreg)

Chapter Seven

[there's smut in this chapter, ayeee.

sorry for the censorship. this chapter is already a repost, so i don't want it to go private...again.]

The next couples days progressed rather uneventfully. Louis felt like his mind was spinning and he wanted nothing more than to just sleep. His ankles were swelling and they were a dull purple by the time he got home from work everyday. It was one thing about pregnancy Louis really didn't enjoy. But other than that, Louis really couldn't wait until the little munchkin entered the world. He couldn't wait to be a dad. Harry came over one day, and helped Louis start to set up the nursery. Louis really appreciated the company.

"So, um. Have you thought about what I said?" Harry asked as he painted one wall above a white line where the border Louis had planned to put up a Winnie-the-Pooh border. Harry's hand was covered in the light blue paint, making Louis giggle and Harry to smile.

Louis shrugged, rubbing his stomach as he looked around the mess the nursery was currently in. "Yeah, I have. I just...I think we need to start fresh. Forget anything that happened, you know?"

Harry nodded, setting the brush down before wiping his hands on a towel. "Yeah, makes sense. I can agree to that."

Louis smiled wide, causing Harry to smile back. "Wonderful, okay. I'll make us some sandwiches while you finish that wall."

"Alrighty," Harry said, picking the roller up to get the wall above where the line was carefully drawn on.

Louis sighed happily before walking into the kitchen to make them both lunch. The rest of the day consisted of friendly banter as Harry painted and Louis bossed him around. Harry would joke and say he wouldn't do anything, but he did them anyway, just wanting to make Louis happy.

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Louis sat down with a groan, rubbing his baby bump. He was going into his seventh month and he felt like he was about to burst. He loved being pregnant, don't get him wrong, but he hated being horny when all he had was his hand and a vibrator. He hadn't had sex since the baby was made. He really wished he had a boyfriend. Someone to have sex with whenever Louis's hormones spiked up, or even rubbed his feet. He honestly hated going through the pregnancy with nobody by his side. Sure, his friends were great to have, but they weren't living with Louis. They weren't there to greet him with a kiss and a foot rub. They couldn't even offer sex, which Louis had really been wanting in the past few weeks.

Louis sighed and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the said hormones spike up again. The more he thought about having a boyfriend to fuck him whenever, the more his dick tented in his sweats. He groaned before heading into the bedroom. He stripped down before grabbing what he needed and laying flat on his back on the bed. His mind started to wander as he started to lightly stroke his c.ock, imagining his imaginary boyfriend's hands on him, touching his stomach, face, thighs, and his bum. His boyfriend would avoid touching him where Louis needed him to. Louis wished he had a boyfriend to manhandle him and pin his hands above his head.

Louis broke from his day dream to grab the lube he set next to him. He lubed up a few fingers before bringing a hand down between his legs. He teased himself, circling his rim before slowly pushing a finger in. He moaned softly, moving it quickly in and out of himself. By the time he had three fingers in himself, his hand was cramping and he was getting frustrated when he couldn't hit his prostate. He pulled his fingers out before wiping them on a nearby towel he brought to wipe himself down. He grabbed his vibrator and covered it in lube.