Uniquely Ever After - Larry Stylinson AU Kitten!Harry (MPREG) {Book4}

Chapter 4

[A/N]: CHAPTAH CHAPTAH FO' CHAPTA CHAPTA CHAPTA FO'. Tis dedicated to Potter_Who_1D for making me the cute multimedia! AND ALSO. THANK YOU FOR VOTING FOR ME IN THE BROMANCE AWARDS AND HELPING ME WIN FIRST PLACE FOR UF IT SERIOUSLY JUST SJFJSFKJDSKFSDF IT SHOCKS ME EVERY TIME AND IT WAS SECOND MOST VOTED FOR WHICH IS CRAZY ILY SO MUCH.

[Louis' P.O.V]

Harry didn't sleep away his virus, because two days later I was once again calling Brian and telling him Harry was still feeling ill. The poor kitten boy was becoming frustrated, as was Fionna, because Harry loved cuddling Fionna and Fionna loved her Dada, but Harry was concerned about getting Fionna sick. The two would simply stare at one another, and Harry would coo, "So sorry, my baby, wish I could hold you..."

And Fionna would gurgle sadly, "Dada."

Around noon, Harry was feeling better and he wandered into the kitchen where I was feeding Fionna, "Feeling much better... maybe since it has been three days, it is finally gone." 

"Hopefully," I murmured, offering Fionna a spoonful of sweet potato baby food that she simply declined, shrieking and kicking so Harry would pay attention to her. "Do you want some soup or something, lovely?" 

"No thank you, my Louis," Harry carefully sat down at the table, his brow furrowing. "Um..." 

"Dadadadada!" Fionna screeched. 

"Hello, Dada's baby," Harry cooed. 

She giggled, finally accepting another spoonful of her baby food. I craned my neck out to kiss Harry, but he leaned so that I kissed his cheek, probably trying not to get me sick. I sighed, "Are you sure you are not hungry?" 

"Yes," he nodded. "But... was thinking?" 

"Mhmm?" I murmured, focusing on Fionna but glancing at him so he knew I was listening. 

"Um... lost all pludge from Fionna, yes?" he said slowly. "Tummy was flat." 

"You did, love," I agreed. "You lost it quickly and stayed healthy." 

"Then why..." he shook his head. "Look." 

He stood, hiking up his shirt and turning to the side to run his hands on the skin between his hips. There wasn't much, maybe a tiny bit of pudge, but you had to squint to see it. Fionna giggled, and I fed her another spoonful as I murmured, "That's not bad, though, I think I might have more pudge than that... don't be bothered by it, Kitten, you're beautiful." 

"But my Louis," Harry continued to run his hand across his stomach, almost in a caressing manner, and my eyes widened. "Last time I felt sick for a while... and got Fionna." 

"No," I shook my head. "We haven't... no, that's not possible."

Harry shrugged, letting his shirt fall back down, "Is like it, though. Remember... would not feel good for awhile, then would feel okay. Then would get sick again!" 

I put down Fionna's spoon carefully, making sure to move the baby food where she couldn't kick it, and stood to take Harry's face in my hands, "You can't... if you're saying you think you might be pregnant again that's not possible, right? We haven't... we always use condoms, we've been careful." 

"Gah!" Fionna protested, disliking the fact that we were no longer paying attention to her.

However, I continued staring at Harry as a sick feeling unfurled in my stomach. Harry looked down at the ground, almost in embarrassment, "Maybe should see though? Go ask Dr. Shell... to look?" 

I tilted his chin so he'd meet my gaze again, "I... yeah, yeah of course we'll talk to Lucca. Um... we just have to hope you're not pregnant." 

"Hope?" Harry asked in confusion. "Maybe would not be so bad..."