"Hey, Hazza," Louis said. "Don't you think I'm a little small for four months pregnant? I feel like I should be bigger."
"I think you look fantastic, babe," Harry said. "But, if you're really worried, then we can get a check up at the doctor. Do you want to do that?"
"Yeah. I need to know if something's going on." He rubbed his small bump. "Everything's probably okay, I just want to know."
"I'll call and make an appointment today while I'm at work," Harry said, grabbing his phone and keys. He walked over to Louis, kissing his waiting lips. "I'll be home a little late tonight."
"Okay." Louis pouted a little. "I love you. Be safe."
"I will, babe." He kissed Louis again. "I love you too." A waved as Harry drove off. As he was walking back inside, he rubbed the bump.
"What should we do today, baby? Eat? Naps? I like that idea."
A few hours later, his phone buzzed next to the bed. Louis, who was eating a bowl of crisps, put the bowl aside and picked up his phone. It was a text from Harry.
From Harbear💕: Hi, babe. I just got off the phone with the doctors office. You have an appointing today at 1:45. -Hazza, x
Louis texted back a few minutes after:
From Boobear💙: Thanks, babe. Will u b there? -Boo, x
From Harbear💕: I'm not sure babe. I'll try but work is busy today. -Hazza, x
From Boobear💙: Okay. Love you. -Boo, x
From Harbear💕: I love you too. Text me how it goes. -Hazza, x
From Boobear💙: I will, I promise. -Boo, x
Louis took a look at the time and saw it was almost 1. He slowly managed to get out of bed, putting on some better clothes. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys and phone, and left the house.
When he arrived, he grabbed his stuff before walking inside. He signed in and sat down. He looked at his phone for what felt like 30 seconds before someone came and put their hands on his shoulders, whisper/yelling, "Boo!"
Louis jumped slightly and turned around to see his best mate, Niall. "Ni! What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" He sassed, sitting next to Louis. You see, Niall was 8 1/2 months pregnant. He had been married to Liam for about a year and eventually they got a baby.
"Hmm, I have no idea," Louis joked. He cleared his throat and faced the heavily pregnant boy. "So how's the pregnancy? I haven't talked to you in a million years."
"First, it's been six months, and second, it's great. Liam and I decided not to find out the gender so we're excited to meet our little peanut." He rubbed his hands over his bump. "Wait, are you pregnant?!"
"Yeah that's why I'm here," Louis said, remembering he hadn't told Niall. "I'm having a little trouble I guess you could say so I'm just here for a small check-up."
"How far along are you?"
"Sixteen weeks."
"Lucky! You're so small for four months. I was already like huge when I was sixteen weeks."
"That's why I'm here. I wanted to know if somethings wrong with the baby because of its size."
They continued talking until they were interrupted by Harry. "Harry? I thought you were busy with work."
