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

Chapter Seven

So I will be updating a lot today since I'm at a science all day with nothing to do other than write. Also...I'm sorry I didnt notice this sooner but I havent checked in a while, but.....*drum roll* THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST HAS GOTTEN OVER 30 THOUSAND READS LIKE HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH I DIDNT EXPECT ANYONE TO LIKE THIS AND THEN...OH GOD LIKE WOOWWWWWWW. I was reading over that story last night and I laughed so hard when I was so excited to get 27 views because that meant so much to me. Thank you all so much for who are reading and voting and commenting and I'll try to dedicate these chapters today to all you doing that. Thank you guys so much , you have no idea how much this and you guys mean to me. Thank you a thousand times. All the love. (H) jk its M. x

ALSO HARRY MIGHT BE IN A MOVIE ABOUT WORLD WAR II AND HE'S GOING TO PLAY A SOLDIER AND HE'LL HAVE TO CUT HIS HAIR. YOU'RE WELCOME

Harry wakes up three times that night. 

The first time, like all the others, begins with little kicks and punches being delivered all over his sleepy body. A loud groan leaves his lips, for it hasn't been that long sing he fell into the world of slumber, muffled by the pillow that he has his face stuffed into. When he raises his head slightly to turn it, his long hair swipes across his face, tickling his nose. A tiny, high-pitched sneeze emits from his mouth. He scrunches up his face and sniffles, shaking his head.

A small giggle escapes the mouth of the man lying next to him. "Are you laughing at me?" Harry asks slowly, his voice low and raspy with sleep. 

Louis giggles again, a small whimper leaving his lips right afterward. "I really have to pee, but I can't get up," he whispers sadly, his blue, blue eyes scanning Harry's face.

The older man nods and pushes himself up into the press-up position, sitting up and standing, a few pops signalling the crack of his bones. "Come on, darling."

He carries Louis there just because he can (and maybe he also wanted to see his tiny husband's huff and pout when he didn't get set down) and carries him back, spooning him from behind and holding him close, drifting off again to the world of dreams.

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The next time  this happens is no more than three hours later. Louis is whining and squirming in irritation. Harry grumbles something incoherent under his breath and pushes him back. "Stop. What are you doing?"

"Your phone won't shut up and you won't wake up and the kittens and I want to sleep," Louis whines sleepily, his pink lips parting in a yawn, his light pink tongue sticking out to prove his point. He scratches his cat ear, coughing lightly and burying his face in the pillow, his legs and bottom half twitching to get cocooned more in the sea of blankets mounted around him. 

Harry moans and pulls away from the tiny boys' assault, who continually rains little weak, sleepy punches, kicks, and smacks with his tail.

"I got it, I got it," he murmurs, irritably. Louis continues to bring sleepy, weak touches down upon his husband's back. Harry swings his legs over the side of the bed and reaches to grab his ringing box from it's perch on the blue tissue box at the corner. Louis whines at the loss of warmth, his eyes still pinched closed and legs curled up to his belly. "Louis," Harry groans and reaches back, swatting his Sub's hands away. "Louis, stop. I got it," he demands. Louis keens and pulls away, holding his belly.

Harry peeks at the bright screen, having to squint his eyes from the light. 'London City Police' reads across the top of the screen, in prestine white letters. Harry glances over his shoulder at the half-asleep boy curled up on his side. "I'll be back in a minute, pet. I have to go take this," he tells the tiny boy.

"No shit," Louis mumbles, closing his eyes all the way and snuggling into the pilow.

Harry growls and stands, stepping around the sides of the bed so he's behind his boy. His hand smacks down on the hybrid's ass, emitting a loud squeal from Louis. He whimpers, cradling his belly. "Do you know why I did that?"