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

Chapter Five

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Harry enters his home from the work a few days later. He's greeted with giggles and the sound of crumpling paper. Little feet scurry around on hardwood, followed by more giggles and crumpling sounds. The Dominant sighs, knowing Louis didn't do as he said and stay in bed all day. The kitten finally convinced him to go to work today, he's been out for almost two weeks, and said he was feeling fine.

He sets his case down on the foyer table, following the sounds to the den. He grabs a water bottle from the kitchen on the way and leans against the doorjam to watch. Jet scurries around the couch from the opposite side on all fours, his tail straight up and giggling madly as Annalise follows after him. They both disappear around the large couch, followed by crumpling sounds and giggles.

Harry immediately picks up Louis' giggle and sighs, strolling across the hard wood and placing his hands on the backrest of the couch. He leans over, can't helping but to smile at the sight.

There are big brown grocery sacks littered around in front of the fireplace, some crumpled up, others left alone. Annalise and Jet are playing around a bag, jumping on it and each as it emits loud noises. There's a torteshell tail wagging outside of another bag, a big lump under the cardboard.

Louis is on his back, half inside of a bag and half outside of a bag. He's obviously pawing at it and giggling, his tail thumping against the fuzzy rug. Little cat toys are scattered all around the floor, crinkly balls, fuzzy balls, tugging ropes.

"Louis?" Harry calls, clenching his fists and placing them on his hips.

"Daddy!!" Louis squeals, his voice muffled. He wiggles out of the bag and jumps up, pausing for a moment. He giggles around the purple/green fuzzy ball in his mouth and scurries around the couch to his Dom, wrapping his arms around his slim frame and pecking his lips, making an obnoxious "mwuah" sound. He fixes his glasses on his nose, beaming.

"Hi, sweetheart. What are you guys doing?" Harry asks, glancing over at his children, who yell "Papa!" and rush around, hugging his legs.

"I missed my kitties, and I felt a lot better, so we cuddled and watched a movie and then the groceries came and we got sidetracked," Louis fills him in, his mouth still full of the ball as he giggles. His big blue eyes are dilated, almost all black with a tiny ring of ocean blue. His tail sticks straight up and wiggles slightly. He lets out a raspy cough, his cheeks tinting red.

"Do you feel okay, now?" Harry asks, placing his large hand on Louis' forehead. The Sub swats away his hand.

"I'm fine, Daddy," he insists.

"No, you're warm. And you got dizzy when stood. Sit down," Harry demands.

Louis shrugs, letting his Dominant put his hand on his back and lead him around to sit on the couch. "I just stood up too fast. I'm fine, I swear. I've been playing with the kitties all day." He pets Jax's fuzzy ears, smiling widely as Harry forces him to sit down.

Harry takes a deep breath, taking the ball out of his loves mouth as he sits down next to him. "You're warm. I'm going to go get the thermometer."

"Daddy!" Louis whines, batting the air as Harry leaves t he room. He gives Jax a "what the hell?" look. The kitten climbs up onto his lap and curls up, rooting around and whining to be pet. Louis cards his hands through the kittens hair, rubbing his ears softly. Jet and Annalise scurry around, still playing with the bags. When Harry returns with the thermometer, he immediately places it in Louis' mouth and waits for it to beep. 38.1.

"See. I told you. I'm fine. You're just being - " Louis is cut off by a harsh a ray of coughing into his elbow, whimpering and holding his chest. "Ow," he whines, nuzzling into his Dom. The loud sound startled the kittens, who quickly scrambled away. Louis mouths his apology, shrugging his shoulders. Harry sighs, kissing his forehead.