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

Chapter Twelve

"Daddy!" Louis cries, holding his hard stomach. "Daddy, it hurts!"

Harry nods immediately, running to the closet to grab the black duffle bag full of clothes and other necessities. Louis is holding his belly and wiping the tears from his eyes with his right hand.  

"Has your water broken?" Harry gasps out when he returns, the duffle bag around his shoulder and he kneels down in front of the boy. 

Louis breathes heavily, his body rocking back and forth slightly. He shakes his head robotically, his whole body quivering. 

"Okay, I'm going to text Zayn and tell him to come over and call Dr. Logan to tell her that their coming, alright?" Harry rushes out, gripping his large hand around his phone. Louis shakes his head again and shakily reaches out, his petite hand falling on top of his lovers. 

"It's fine. It's just cramps. But...you know. I-I would k-know if it was labor," he offers the older man a smile. 

Harry shakes his head. "Are you sure? We should go to the hospital to make sure. -"

"Daddy, please...I want to stay here. Just...please just cuddle me," Louis begs, his eyes wide and full of unshed tears. Those cramps really hurt.

Harry eyes him, scanning from his hand, where his husband's tiny tan hand is placed on his, to his hybrids crystal blue eyes. "Are you sure? Sure? We should just..." He is about to say no and put his foot down and say, demand, that they go to hospital just for a quick check-up on his boy, for his due date is tomorrow, he is full-term. Dr. Logan's first patient with triplets to get full-term, miserable, stressed, sad, and just wants a cuddle. The heartbroken look on his face has Harry shutting up and nodding. He stands reluctantly, missing the tiny smile that Louis shed at getting his way. Another painful cramp rips through his abdomen and he groans softly, laying his head down on the pillow. 

Harry wonders to his side of the bed and sets the bag right there, just incase he needs to grab it quickly. He cocks his head to the side before kneeling down, lying flat against the floor and peeking underneath the bed. When he finally spots what he is looking for, he pushes it closer to him until it's close enough for him to grab it and pull it out. The blue box hasn't been opened yet. His mother got it for him a while back for Christmas, but he never used it. He opens the box and pulls out the covering and the plastic pad. Harry sets the empty box on his nightstand and slides the pad inside of the soft pouch.

Louis tilts his head to the side and watches his husband with wide, curious eyes. Harry bends down to plug in the extension cord and clicks the clicker a few times to the medium setting. He sets his knee on the bed and lays down. 

"Where does it hurt?" He asks softly. Louis rubs his swollen lower tummy and whimpers, pushing his head further into the pillow. Harry gives him a sympathetic smile and lays the heating pad over his tiny lover's large stomach. Louis sighs in relief, closing his pretty blue eyes.

Harry smiles  and props himself up on his hand. "Feel better?"

"So good," Louis moans. Harry bites his lip and has to talk himself and his little friend down before covering the heating pad and baby bump with the soft throw. Louis snuggles into it and rubs over the pad, batting his long eyelashes at the elder. "Thank you, Daddy."

And, fuck, Harry's hard.

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Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

 14 days.

10 plus 4 days.