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

Chapter Ten

"Daddy?" Louis whispers, breaking the long-born silence. He has his hands placed delicately in his lap. Harry takes a deep breath, reaching over to rub his Subs thigh from his spot on a chair next to him. He blinks sleep from his eyes, his muscles tired and weak at the late hour. Since he basically threatened the nurses, they allowed him to stay twenty-four hours with Louis and gave him a pass.

"What, sweetheart?" He mumbles in a low, raspy tone. He was half-asleep when Louis spoke.

Louis blinks at him, then scoots over on the bed, patting the clear spot next to him and snuggling down. Harry lets out a huffed breath and sits up on the bed, pulling the thin covers back over them and letting his husband nuzzle under his arm and into his side. Harry pulls him closer, feeling how cold he is and tucks the blankets closer around his back, bum, and legs. Louis places his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Daddy, what happened?" He whispers brokenly, pleading with the man for the answers he desperately craves. "Why won't you tell me? Its my body, and if somethings wrong, I need to know. I'm sorry for not asking sooner, but, please, just tell me."

Harry sighs, patting his bum. "Sweetheart, we'll talk about this tomorrow. - "

"No. We won't. I need to know, sir." 'Sir'. Louis' never used the term 'sir' with his Dominant. Harry knows he means business.

The elder sighs. "Don't freak out, baby, okay?" Louis nods.

"Why would I freak out?" He wonders aloud.

Harry takes a deep, cleansing breath, letting his chest expand before he sighs and pulls Louis closer. "Listen...you uh obviously...had a miscarriage. You knew that, but...babe, have you been having cramps over the past..." he shrugs "six months?"

Louis gives a half-hearted shrug. "Some here and there. Nothing too severe. Why?"

"Babe. You need to tell me the truth. Have you had any painful cramps that you haven't told me about?" Harry demands.

Louis looks down, his voice angry. "I told you. I've had some, but none that severe. I've had a few bad ones, but I thought nothing of it. What is going on?"

Harry kisses his forehead. "You've had quite a few miscarriages over the last couple months that you didn't know about."

"What?" Louis shoots up, glaring at his Dominant. "What? Why?"

Harry lets out a shaky breath, pulling him in for a hug, but Louis resists, sitting back on his heels to face the man, his blue eyes angry. "Dr. said its because your body is so used to carrying a child since you had the twins and Annalise so close together, that it tries to impregnate itself to keep going."

Louis furrows his eyebrows. "What?" He breathes. "You didn't tell me this? You didn't -- God! Is there any way to stop it?"

Harry nods. "Yes. Dr. is gonna put you on a pill, nothing serious. Everythings gonna be fine. It shouldn't happen again."

"How many?" Louis demands.

Harry clenches his jaw. "What do you - "

"How fucking many?!" Louis screams, his cheeks hot and voice loud, booming around the room.

Harry glares at him. "Louis William Styles, you do not take that tone with me! You may be my husband, but you are also my Submissive. You may be injured, but I will not hesitate to take you over my lap and spank your arse right in front of the children! You do not speak to me like that, or use that sort of language. When have I ever let that slip?"

Louis just glares at him under his carmel coloured eyebrows, his blue eyes burning with anger. "You kept secrets from me! You told me I was fine. You lied right to my fucking face - "