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When he wakes up, his arm is sweating and his back is stiff. Louis is lying on his arm, his head heavy on his own. The smaller boy is still laying in his fort, his legs curled up to his belly and his upper body on top of Harry's upper body. The older man groans softly, wiggling out from under his husband. Louis whimpers, curling up further into his tiny ball. His head pops back under the blanket into his warm 'Harry fort' and falling right back to sleep.
Harry groans, standing and twisting, loud pops emitting from his back. He toes off his boots, since he forgot to when he came back in. He unbuttons his shirt as he leaves the sauna-like closet and drops it into the now empty hamper, shaking his head with a light chuckle. He peels his jeans from his sweating body and decides to just go for athletic shorts for the rest of the night.
Then he goes out into the bedroom, his phone lighting up from its spot on the counter. He pulls on the shorts and grabs the small box, seeing London Bridge Hospital scribbled across the front. Shit. He declines the call to see it's 5:13.
He immediately pulls on a black T-shirt and removes the shorts, tugging the jeans up his legs again before going to wake Lou. He grabs his own night shirt, knowing that the boy will want to smell him, and his black leggings, which quickly grew on Harry after always making Louis walk in front of him to stare at his ass. He walks back into the closet and crouches down next to the pile of clothes and miscellaneous objects that will most likely be Louis' home for the next few weeks.
He gently reaches out, pulling back the blanket to reveal his little boy curled into his ball with his ears up and twitching and his tail curled up over his stomach. Harry gently kisses the side of his head.
"Darling, you gotta wake up. We're late for your doctor appointment," Harry whispers.
Louis grumbles and shakes his head. "Too tired. Go tomorrow."
"Louis," Harry sighs, his head bowing.
"Tomorrow," Louis forces out, his eyes falling shut so he can snuggle up and go back to sleep. He's just so tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically. He is exhausted. His body is hard and pressed against the floor.
"Louis, get up. You can go to sleep after the appointment."
"Daddy!" Louis whines, his voice higher pitched than usual, even though his voice is high pitched either way.
Harry growls and grabs the boy, gently, of course, and picks him up bridal style, carrying him in his big strong arms into the bedroom. Louis whines and buries his face in Harry's neck, latching onto him from around his neck. When Harry reaches the edge of the bed, he stands for a bit, just waiting for Louis to let go and lay on the bed so he can dress him. But he doesn't let go.
"Lou...darling..." Harry trails off, his lips pursed into a thin line. He presses a quick kiss to his darling's head and retracts his arms, letting them hand by his sides. Louis tenses dramatically in his grip, his legs curling up to his belly further and his arms holding Harry so, so close. He stays there, whimpering and holding onto Harry like a life-line as the man stands at the end of the bed, his arms by his sides.
Louis lets out a final whimper and whine, letting himself fall onto the mattress. He bounces on the bed and pouts, sticking his lower lip out. "Meanie," he mumbles and looks down, eying his large belly, which blocks most of his view.
Harry coos and helps the shirt off of him, replacing the damp white one with his old black one that smells just like him. Louis smiles wide in appreciation and grabs the collar of the shirt, pulling it up to cover his nose and mouth. He takes a deep breath, breathing in the smell of his husband. He vaguely feels Harry pulling the leggings up his legs, thick thighs and bum.
He picks up the tiny boy and Louis lays his head against the man's shoulder, falling asleep. He only wakes up when a cold gel is spread across his belly. When he comes to, his eyes are blinking to see Harry sitting next to him on the edge of his chair, biting his nails on one hand while holding his Submissives hand with the other. Dr. Logan is by his hip, spreading the gel around his lower abdomen with the wand, his shirt pulled up to his sensitive chest. A sexual moan leaves his lips, reaching up to pull the shirt over his swollen pecs, his eyes closing in pleasure when the soft fabric dusts over them.
Harry's eyes immediately widen, his lips parting as they rake up and down his baby's chest. His dick twitches at the sight of angry, red nipples and incredibly swollen pecs, his body igniting like fire and he finds himself glad that he's only wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts. He can only imagine what he could do to his tiny boy, his tummy swollen and pecs large with the milk for their triplets.
And suddenly, he's sitting in the doctor's office, supposed to be paying attention to his children on the screen and whatever the doctor was saying that made his boy's ears twitch with interest and lips part with a smile, with a huge boner and he can't pay attention because all his mind can process is 'fuck him' and all his eyes can see is Louis' combination of his belly and his nipples and 'breasts'.
"Daddy," Louis moans, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Harry blinks at him, unsure as to what's happening.
"Daddy," Louis says again, sharper and more intact. Harry snaps his gaze to look at him, eye wide and cheeks flushed. Louis has concern written all over his features and he wipes off his belly, pulling his shirt down to cover his chest and stomach.
Harry gives him a tight smile and stands up, wishing for just a little bit that he didn't wear athletic shorts, for you can visibly, very visibly, see his massive boner threatening to poke through. Louis blushes bright red. Harry smiles and helps him up, setting him on his aching feet. Louis moans and holds his hand out, placing it on Harry's shoulder.
He breathes heavily. "D-don't...I don't feel that..."
Dr. Logan lurches forward just as Louis falls to the ground. Harry gasps, grabbing him and holding him bridal style. He lays the boy on the bed and yells at the doctor, "What happened? Tell me now! What fucking happened?"
"He's just exhausted. He's dehydrated, malnourished, and tired," Dr. Logan fires back, searching around for an IV bag. She hooks it up, inserting the needle into the inside of Louis' wrist.
"What do you mean?" Harry snaps, looking down at his pale husband.
"Well, if you had been listening to me instead of staring at Louis chest and getting lost in your own sexual fantasies, you would've heard all of that," Dr. Logan sasses, rushing around to check his vital scans.
Harry furrows his eyebrows. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"If you hadn't been such an asshole for the past three months, Louis wouldn't be nearly dying. He obviously hasn't been taking his shot. He's weak and shrinking and the smallest son is almost too small. He had started harming and not eating and everything went downhill, but if you would've listened to him and believed him, then he wouldn't be in this position!" She nearly yells.
A loud clatter fills Harry's ears as his world crashes down. Louis...his sweet, little tiny Louis...is dying. Dying.
"No," he murmurs, a choked out sob falling from his lips. Death mocks him in the corner, making faces and smiling his evil smile, showing his horrid, crooked teeth. He reaches forward, his long, bone-like claws curling as they dance over the mans chest. A horrid shiver runs up his spine just before Death plunges in, ripping his heart in his long nails and ripping it out, tendons and nerves and all. Harry falls to the ground, pain shattering around him and he can't breathe. His entire body ignites, not the good way, and his knees smash onto the tile floor.
Dr. Logan watches him sob into his hands until his breathing becomes shallow, too shallow, and he falls all the way down, his eyes closing and body molding into the floor, crumpling there.
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The Difference Between Light And Dark {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}
Fanfiction"I don't give a fuck about him. He could be dying, suffocating, freezing out on the streets. And I still wouldn't give a flying fuck." + - + Warnings: BDSM, hybrids, sexual assault, sexual abuse, abuse (spanking, smacking, etc...) 17 year age differ...
