I Just Want To Be Your Favorite [LS Dom/Sub] (boyxboy)

Chapter Twenty Eight

The next day, Louis woke up bright and early with a bit of nausea.

Once he decided the world wasn't going to collapse if he stood up, he got out of bed and slipped into a pair of lace pink panties and a thin white shirt of Harry's before heading as quietly as possible downstairs.

He had all of Harry's favorite foods stocked up in the garage's fridge, where he knew Harry wouldn't look. And, behind the giant monstrosity, was the presents Louis had gotten for Harry when the man was at work.

Quickly he began to cook breakfast, a proper meal fit to serve about four people, but could get finished up quickly by a pregnant sub and grown dominant.

"Princess?" Louis jumped at the voice, grinning as he turned to look at his sleepy dominant standing in the doorway.

"Happy birthday daddy!" Harry grinned, before motioning the boy over. "I made you breakfast."

"I see that, baby. Thank you." The dominant replied, pressing his dry lips against Louis'. "How are you two feeling?" He rubbed his hand on Louis' stomach, a habit he's unconsciously developed since he learned about the pregnancy.

"We're great because we get to spoil daddy today." Louis winked, making Harry let out a booming laugh. It was a special, rare laugh that Louis has only heard a few times. He's proud to be the cause.

"Daddy's are supposed to spoil their princesses, not the other way around." Harry smirked, thumbs rubbing at Louis' hip bones.

"Well, HJ and I will forget that little rule today." Louis grinned, turning on his heel to go back to the food he was trying to put onto plates for his dominant.

"What if the baby's a girl and you called her HJ the whole pregnancy?" Harry questioned, eyebrow raised as he leaned against the counter.

"Mothers intuition of course. For some reason I just know it's a boy. Is that weird?" Louis scrunched up his nose, overthinking. Maybe he was just crazy.

"No baby, a mothers instincts are insane. I will never doubt a thing you say about our baby."

"Our baby?" Louis sniffled, eyes watering.

"Yes, darling. Our baby."

---

By the time night fell, Harry had a full belly but empty arms. His submissive had cooked a massive dinner, with steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and biscuits; all cooked to perfection.

But now, Louis had excused himself, complaining of a need to use the restroom.

Harry didn't make any comment over it, didn't really even think it odd and just sat on the couch trying to digest the meal he was just served. He was honestly surprised Louis could even move, the small boy had vacuumed up two servings of the meal. But, then again, the baby was growing so of course he had to become accustomed to eat more.

"Hey babe, you in the mood for some dessert?" Harry winced at Louis' question, rubbing at his stomach. He was so full but his submissives food was always so good.

"I know you already ate so much, but I did cook your favorite triple chocolate cake." Harry looked up as Louis entered the room, eyes widening dramatically at the sight of his boy.

He was holding an expensive dish with said dessert on it-- but that wasn't what surprised Harry. Louis was in a sheer babydoll dress with a matching thong, baby pink heels to match the pink bow on it as he strutted toward Harry.