The Difference Between Storm and Silence {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter One

Louis lays in the bed on his stomach, panting and spent. Harry flops down next to him, taking in big gulps of air to calm his breathing. He places one hand on chest and the hooks the other around his husbands feminine waist, pulling him close. Louis closes his eyes, blinking to try and stay awake.

"I love you," he mumbles sleepily.

"I love you too, pet," Harry murmurs into his hair, placing a gentle kiss there before settling his chin on the top of the kittens head in between his ears. He reaches down and pulls up the blanket, covering their naked bodies.

Louis snuggles into his side, letting out a content sigh and closing his eyes.

"Papa! Mummy!" Two voices chorus outside the door. Both men tense before scrambling for clothing. Louis pulls on a pair of panties and a long shirt of Harry's while his Dom finds a random pair of sweat pants and pulls them on before opening the door. Louis folds his leg under him and watches his sons bound up to the bed and reach to be picked up. Harry scoops up Jet from behind while Louis picks up Jax. Jet lets out little squeals and mewls while Harry guides him around, spinning like an air plane and making sound effects.

Louis giggles, bouncing a half asleep Jax on his lap. The kitten grabs Harry's shirt in his little fists and snuggles into his mother, falling asleep almost instantly.

Harry falls on the bed, cuddling Jet to his chest and letting out a sigh. "I'm getting too old for this," he mumbles.

Louis frowns deeply, smoothing the crease on his Doms forehead. "What do you mean, babe? I like that you're older than me, if that's what you mean. You're the more mature one."

"But I don't want to be the more mature one," Harry groans.

"I think we're the same. You act like an eight year old and I act my age. So technically I'm older than you," Louis boops his nose.

Harry chuckles. "I guess so, sweetheart. But if anything, I'm a sexy eight year old."

Louis scuntches up his nose. "Why would I think an eight year old is sexy? There's a word for that."

Harry chuckles. "That word is me."

"You thought I was sexy when I was eight?" Louis gives him a dumb look, as if to say "what the fuck, dude?"

Harry smiles. "No. But you were incredibly adorable."

Louis giggles, covering his mouth right after.

"See?" Harry situates himself to kiss his Sub on the lips, lingering and smiling.

"Papa! Mummy! Ew! No, no!" Jet protests, pushing both their chests to get them away. "Cooties!"

"Only girls have cooties," Louis reminds his son. "Boys don't have cooties."

"You have cooties!" Jet declares, pointing to the Sub. Harry holds in a laugh at Louis' horrified face.

"What did I just say? Girls have cooties! Not boys," Louis demands.

Jet furrows his dark eyebrows at the man. "You have cooties."

Harry can't help it this time. He lets a little laugh slip, only to wipe it away when Louis glares at him. The twenty year old immediately goes back to his son. "Sweetheart, I'm not a girl. I'm a boy."

Jet frowns. "But Uncle Z says girls have babies. And you had babies, so you're a girl."

Harry chokes on his spit, trying not to burst out laughing. He covers his mouth with his hand at Louis' shocked expression. "You're not gonna talk to your son?" He demands angrily.