The Difference Between Light And Dark {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Six

"I'm big."

"You're gorgeous."

"I never said I wasn't, I just said I'm big," Louis scoffs, rubbing the bio-oil in his hands to warm it before running his hands over his belly, rubbing the oil into his angry, red stretch-marks. "Nasty," he shook his head.

"Not nasty," Harry said, walking up behind Louis from across the bathroom. He grabs the oil and drizzles some in his hands, warm it, and takes over Louis' job of rubbing the oil into his belly. It's really just an excuse to touch his Louis, but he'll take any excuse he can get.

The children are asleep and the house is quiet. Anne went back to Holmes Chapel and Niall and Zayn moved back into Zayn's house with Kyle, Darcy, and Elaina. Jet, Jax and Annalise are asleep. Harry left them cuddled up together of Jet's bed after he read them a story and came up here to see Louis with no shirt rubbing oil onto his stomach. He is officially 4 months and one week along and ready to pop. He looks 36 weeks along and is ready to be done with eveything. He moved back in with Harry a week and a half ago, sleeping soundly tucked up against his Dom every night since then. Harry has slept through the night every night and is feeling much more rested. Ryan has called him a few times, texted him a few sexy messages, but he's either gave the phone to Louis so he'll sass his overprotective hormonal ass off at the man, or he's ignored the call. He deleted the number from his phone, but he knows the number by now.

Harry finishes and Louis sighs from relief, his face screwing up in pain at another cramp. "Another one?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure you dont need to go to hospital?"

"I'm sure. I know what a contraction feels like. This isnt it. If you dont remember, this isnt my first one," Louis sasses.

Harry growls. "Just because you're pregnant, you know I wouldnt take you over my lap and spank that ass of yours."

"Oh, I know you would," Louis rolls his eyes.

Harry reaches around his chest and takes his nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting the hard, sensitive nub. For the past week, he hasn't been able to wear shirts without getting hard from his sensitive nipples. Louis whimpers and keens, pulling away. Harry pulls away, sticking his index finger into his mouth to suck the tiny bit of warm milk that he got from it. Louis watches him with wide eyes through the mirror, his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth.

"You're so hot, Daddy," Louis whispers. He turns around, pressing himself against Harry's front.

He gets up on his tip-toes, capturing Harry's lip in his own. Harry places one hand on the small of Louis' back, pushing in so his ass gets pushed out. He spans his other hand across one cheek of his young husbands ass, squeezing it lightly. Louis groans into his mouth, parting his lips and licking over Harry's. Harry opens his mouth for the small boy, immediately pushing his tongue back and fighting for his dominance. He isnt about to let Louis win this time. This time. Louis moans loudly into his husbands wet mouth, his hands running all over his tall, hard body. His small hands run up his chest to his shoulders, raking his nails down his bare back to his jean clad ass. He pulls Harry against him, letting out a desperate whimper.

Harry pulls back softly. "You're such a horny baby, huh? What's gotten into you?" He coos. Louis shrugs, blushing deeply. "I would fuck you. You know that, darling. But you're too far along for me to do that without you going into labor and youre too far ahead for you to deliver them safely. You know I would. You know I want, God, I so want to, but, I cant."

Louis frowned, pulling away.

His shoulders are slumped and a tiny pout on his lips, not that he'd ever admit to that. He brushes past Harry and into the bedroom, digging under the covers in just his leggings and panties. He covers himself with the thick blanket, since he gets cold easily, and closes his eyes. He isnt tired, just hurt. Is he not attractive to Harry anymore? He's already had a set of triplets and a single child and he's pregnant with another set of triplets. He knows he isnt as attractive as he was when he first met Zayn, or Harry when he was seventeen, but who could blame him? He's put his body through a lot in the past three years. He knows he'll never look as good as he looked a few years ago. He knows this. Is this about Ryan? Was Ryan better and Harry just said all he said about Ryan because he wanted to toy with his heart more? Was Harry regretting taking Louis back? Did he not feel the same as he did when they kissed from when they kissed all those years ago under the willow tree? Louis felt it, of course he did, but did Harry? Has he fallen out of love with him? Has he fallen in love with someone else? Niall? Ryan? Some other whore he slept with in Louis' absence, Louis knows there were others, no matter how many times Harry showered, Louis can still smell the faint scent of other men, twinks, most likely, other than just Ryan. Much, much more. Of course, that hurt, but he cant do anything about it other than think that maybe he didnt make the right choice. Maybe Harry was just playing him. Seeing how far he can wear him down before he breaks. Sure, that isnt logical what-so--ever, but Louis' hormonal brain will believe anything. He can convince himself to believe anything. He doesnt realize he's crying until he feels the hot tears on his cheeks. He blushes from embarrassment and buries his face in the pillow.

"Darling?"

The bed dips behind the small man, who sniffles and cuddles closer to the bed, trying to disappear. "Are you crying?" Harry asks, incredulous. Louis is silent. "Darling, what happened? Is this because I wont have sex with you? Kitten, I'm just looking after you. I dont want you or our babes to be in pain. Please, dont be mad at me. I didnt mean to upset you, or offend you. Is that it? Did I offend you? I didnt mean to, sweetheart. Im sorry."

Louis sniffs and turns his head, facing Harry, who is laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand and hair falling down, nearly brushing the bedsheets. With a burst of confidence, he asks, "Am I not attractive anymore?"

Harry's eyes widen and he shoots up, mouth gaping. "W-what? You think I'm not attracted to you? Holy - oh my God, Louis! No, thats not it at all. Darling, I want to. I really, really want to, but I dont want to hurt you. Of course, I'm attracted to you. You're gorgeous. Your body is amazing. Maybe Zayn's right. Maybe I do have a bit of a pregnancy kink. I love how responsive you get to me, how sensitive you are. I love how thick your thighs get and how your bum swells even more than it already is. I love how your chest swells and how your skin glows. I love watching you grow with my babies knowing I'm the father and knowing you love me enough to carry them for me time and time again. I love how they are like my claim on you, how when other Doms look at you, I can just wrap my arm around your waist and rub your belly and they'll back off because you're taken. You're so attractive. So, so, so gorgeous and I dont know how you could even recollect the thought that I'm not attracted to you. I'll never stop bening attracted to you. Loving you just heightens it that much more."

Louis blushes all the way through, his cheeks deep red and eyes bright. "Really?"

"Really," Harry whispers, cupping Louis' cheeks. He rubs his thumbs over the boys prominent cheekbones, thumbing over the fading freckles that only appear in the wintertime. "I'm so sorry I made you feel unattractive. You should never feel that way and if I have to tell you every second of every day that you are beautiful, you know I will. I didnt mean to sound rude when I said I couldnt make love to you. I didnt think about how thatd sound. Im sorry."

"No need to be sorry," Louis sniffs. "Its just my stupid pregnancy hormones making me think random shit."

"No, you were completely justified to think that. I just didnt think about how'd you take it when I told you I couldnt have sex with you. Did you uh think anything else?" Louis bites his lip, his eyes lowering. Harry raises his chin with his fingers and looks into his blue, blue eyes. "What?"

Louis swallows. "Just some random shit about Ryan and your feelings for me and my feelings for you..."

"Ryan?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I dont know. He just popped in my head. Like if he was better. If you only wanted him. Or if your feelings for me changed and you didnt feel as strongly for me as I felt for you and your feelings moved to Ryan and you fell in love with him, I dont know. A lot can happen in a few months. And a lot can happen in a few seconds in a pregnant mans head," Louis admits quietly.

Harry's mouth falls open. Just as he's about to speak, Louis interrupts. "You dont have to tell me that's not true. I know it's not true. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. I know. I'm tired. Can we just cuddle?"

Harry closes his mouth after a bit and nods, seemingly unsatisfied, but he knows he's not going to act upon it. His Louis, his precious little Louis, is tired and hormonal and just wants to sleep and cuddle. So, of course, Harry will sleep and cuddle his gorgeous baby who's carrying his babies. For the third time.

So he just nods, helping Louis turn around so he can face the small boy. He gathers Louis into his arms and kisses his lips softly. "You're my precious little doll. My gorgeous, precious, porcelain doll. I love you so much."

"Always?"

"Always," Harry confirms.

Louis kisses him. "I love you, Daddy. I love you so much, you'll have no idea how much I love you, ever," Louis giggles at the end, kissing his Dominants nose before kissing his lips. "Love you."

"Love you more."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"No."

"Yes."

"N-"

"Lets not fight," Harry says. Louis nods in agreement, snuggling into his chest. "But I won."