~recap~
"I'll tweet that I'm safe, we're safe," I said and he shrugged. "Not now, because I think you owe me a little something," he smiled seductively at me, kissing my neck.
Harry Styles
January 26, 2015
12:21
Louis let out a soft gasp, and quickly released. He let out such a pornographic moan, and his load shot on my chest, and he managed to get some on my lips. He quickly licked it off, and got off, taking my length in his mouth making my mouth drop and my head throw back.
With only seconds, I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed it all and I quickly pulled him up next to me, cuddling him. "I love you so damn much," I mumbled kissing his nose. "I love you too," he whispered kissing my cheek.
I got up and got a washcloth and some toothpaste and toothbrushes so we could brush our teeth. I cleaned his stomach off and brushed teeth as he brushed mine. I got some panties on him and pulled some joggers up his legs. I put some briefs on and some low hanging joggers, as I straddled Louis' thighs.
He giggled as I kissed his bump repeatedly. "I, love, Kaitlyn, so, much," I said between kisses.
"You're just a small bump unborn," I sang the song Small Bump by our friend Ed Sheeran. "There will be two midwives here next month," I whispered and he nodded. "February 13," he whispered the due date.
Because he was a male, his pregnancy is eight weeks, or 32 weeks instead of 36 weeks, or in months, nine months.
"They will come on February 20, just in case Kaitlyn is premature," I smiled and he nodded rubbing his bump. "I'm gonna miss this," I mumbled. "What?" Louis asked looking at me. "Your bump. Your terrible mood swings. Your pain in the ass cravings," I rambled and he scoffed, pushing on my chest.
I laughed and kissed his forehead. I got my phone and went on social media. I went on Twitter first to see three hashtags trending top three.
#HarryComeHome
#HarryWeMissYou
#HarryStayAway
I shook my head, and tapped on the tweet button.
@Harry_Styles: #SafeAndSound
All the love, H.
