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

Chapter Eleven

For the next couple of days, the house was constantly filled with screaming and crying.

Harry tries to keep Louis calm and he tries, he really does, to make sure he isn't stressed, but they both are. Louis got scared when Harry fainted, and especially since he's a hybrid and connected, bonded, to the man, he was scarred. So he made a vow with himself to keep Harry calm and stress-free, so that doesn't happen again and so Harry will stay healthy. The older man always swears that he is fine, but Louis can see passed that. He knows something is wrong, but the man is too hard-headed and selfless because he doesn't want to stress out his tiny baby anymore. What he doesn't know is the secrets are stressing Louis out more.

He started to get Braxton Hicks and more cramps and he can barely stand without falling over. They had a scare when he fell over the day after Harry came to, but he caught himself on his hands before the floor could hit his stomach. 

And because Harry is trying to do things for the man to help him, like getting him food and drinks or whatever he needs, Louis demands him to sit down and stay there so he doesn't strain himself and hurt himself. Then Louis gets up to get Harry whatever he wants/needs and Harry yells at him and tells him to sit down and not stress about it.

Louis is stressed and exhausted and he just doesn't feel well. He knows he is getting close to giving birth, but he doesn't want to tell Harry that. He doesn't want to put anymore unnecessary stress on his Dominants shoulders. 

They've been fighting more often, just little silly spats about nothing in particular. Just the usual. Louis' huge and insecure and he doesn't feel well and he always ignores Harry's advances (since he is convinced Harry thinks his upper body is disgusting, especially his chest, after what happened) so they "discuss" sex and cheating a lot. 

Harry has been out o the house at the police department often to clear up the Best case. He won't tell Louis that, no. No more unnecessary stress on his tiny boy.  Of course, he's idiotic and unaware that him leaving so many times in the days that he is causing even more distress on the hybrid.

Cheating. And Ryan.

That has been drilled in Louis' brain. He has convinced himself that Harry is cheating on him again. Or maybe he never stopped. He is convinced he is still fucking that boy that was here when he first arrived two and a half weeks ago. And he's heartbroken. He's so sad and stays in bed all day, cuddling and watching television with his kittens while Harry is gone. 

That's what he's doing at the moment.

"Mummy," Annalise asks softly, curling up further in the crook of Louis' elbow, her small hand on her mother's stomach as Louis does her nails in a soft green. He hums to tell her he is paying attention, lifting her hand up and turning it to the side softly to paint over her pinkie finger nail. "Where's Daddy?"

Louis shrugs. "I don't know, darlin'."

Annalise whines and nods. "When I see my brothers?" She pats the top of Louis' belly with her drying hand. 

Louis hums. "Two brothers. One sister."

She groans. "No more boys. Already have three of them."

"Hey! I'm a boy."

Annalise shrugs. "You mummy."

Louis huffs and shrugs. Whatever. "To answer your earlier question, I do not know when you'll see your new siblings. Soon, though."

"How soon?"

Louis shrugs. "I don't know. We can't choose. They just come when they are ready."

"When they be ready?"

"I don't know, darlin'," he shrugs and adds more paint to her right hand, darkening it just a tad bit. 

Just then, Jet comes running in on his hands and knees, his tails swaying back and forth and his ears twitching as he squeals loudly. Jax comes thundering in after him, racing under the bed where they wrestle. Annalise rolls her eyes and puffs, using her palm to push back her curly hair. 

"Boys," she huffs with a groan.

Just then Harry comes striding in, leans over to kiss Louis' forehead and Annalise's cheek before disappearing in the closet to change out of his jeans. Louis rolls his eyes. "Tell me about it."

They nod to each other a few times before shifting their attention to Jet and Jax as they race out from under the bed, jumping and pouncing on each other. An animalistic growl leaves Jet's lips when Jax bites down on his throat, his claws extending.

"Jet, Jax, calm down, okay. You're going to hurt something. Come up here and we can watch some telly. Or we could go out into the den and we can get out the toys," Louis warns. The two little boys snap their attention to look at him and nod frantically, running out of the room. Louis somehow knew they would choose the toys. And maybe that's one of the reasons he proposed it. Just to piss Harry off.

"Up we go then," Louis links his arm around his daughter's waist and lift her into him. She wraps her arms around his neck just as he starts to get up. 

Harry appears by some miracle next to him, giving him a stern look before grabbing Annalise and setting her on his hip. "Nope. You are not going anywhere."

"But, Daddy!" Annalise whines, her tail poking his hip.

"You are. He isn't. He has to stay in here," Harry clarifies, glaring at the small boy. He knows exactly what he's doing. He isn't a stranger to his young husband's  antics. Louis pouts, but Harry just raises his eyebrows and nods, sealing his fate before walking out, settling Annalise with her brothers as they all watch some mindless cartoon on the telly. 

When he returns to the room, Louis is standing up, walking around in slow, rhythmic circles. "What are you doing?" Harry screeches and runs over, startling the boy. Louis jumps, his back toward the door so he didn't see the man enter, before loosing his balance. Just as he is about to fall over, Harry scoops him up and lays him on the bed. "What the fuck were you thinking? How many times am I going to have to tell you not to get up?! It's not that complicated! Don't let your feet touch the fucking floor!"

"What is with you lately?!" Louis screams back. "I'm 23, I can do whatever I want. I'm not just a child!"

"Um, you're 22, first of all. Second of all, you cannot do whatever you want! You have to go through me first. It's in the fucking contract!" Harry points out.

Louis narrows his eyes at him. "Are you kidding me?"

Harry shakes his head. "I'm not kidding. Technically, according to the government, you are mine. I own you, according to them. So, no, you cannot do whatever the fuck you want. You have to listen to me!"

Louis shakes his head and bites his pink lip. His shoulders shake with the large breath he takes in. "Maybe I don't want you to own me. Maybe I want Zayn to own me. Or even someone else."

And ouch. That hurt. "Well, too bad that won't happen. You have no say in this."

"Whoever -" he cuts himself off with a huge breath, his eyes widening. "Fuck!"

"Don't you curse! I'm not afraid to bring you over my - are you okay?" Harry's threat falls on deaf ears, his own eyes widening and voice softening when he sees the boy holding his stomach. "Braxton?" he asks quietly.

Louis shakes his head.