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

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Time skeep

Louis can do a lot of things. He can give blow-jobs, raise six kids (two three year olds who love to run around and attack each other, a two year old girl who loves to follow her mother around and ask about girly stuff he frankly doesn't know the answer to, and three newborns that don't even know their own name), cuddle, play with cat toys, paint his daughters nails, breast feed his babies, color in the lines (when he really, really concentrates), and many, many other things.

But there is one thing he absolutely, positively, cannot do.

Cook.

The babies are a month old, and that means Harry has to go back to work and Louis is left to fend for himself and the babies. The triplets aren't hard to work with. He breast-feeds them and they go down for a nap. But, of course, he has to make actual food for himself and the older kittens.

So after fifteen minutes of yelling at his phone at the scary, magical voice that kept talking to him, he pulled up a recipe and told the scary, magical voice to read it to him.

So he is making a "smoothie" for him and his babies.

When his phone said two bananas, he knew immediately what they were. Harry loves them and always has a bunch in the house on the kitchen table in the iron hanger. He runs, giggling, so happy and proud of himself that he is going to be able to provide for him and his kittens, into the dining room to pluck the bunch of bananas, stopping to peek in the den where the oldest kittens are playing with Blue's Clues on the television. 

He nods to himself and continues back into the kitchen, listening to the next instruction. 1 carton of blueberries. He sighs. Blueberries are in the fridge, right? He smiles and mentally pats himself on the back as he jerks open the refrigerator. Blueberries. Blueberries. Break it down, just like Harry told him. Break the word down to find out what it is. Blue. Berries. Berries are small and round and squishy. Blue is blue. He pushes the milk out of the way and ah-ha! Small, round, squishy things that are blue. He grabs the plastic carton and moves right back to where he had previously placed the bananas. 

1 cup of milk. And duh, he knows what that is. He grabs the cold jug and huffs as he hoists it up. Harry always carried the milk jug for him. He'd take it from his grip and kiss his nose and say something along the lines of "Princesses don't carry heavy things. They're too delicate for that" and Louis would blush and thank him, even though it wasn't really a compliment. 

Now 1 cup. What does that mean? What size of cup? A mug? A glass? Those fancy, delicate cups on a stem that Harry drinks red stuff out of sometimes at dinner? Louis shrugs, opening the cupboard (having to stretch up onto his tip-toes, but no one has to know that) and grabs the first one he sees, a tall glass with slightly curved sides. Now how far does he fill the glass up? Sometimes Harry doesn't fill the glass all the way up to the top, but since this recipe says 1 cup, the kitten assumes it means 1 full cup, and he hefts the half-full jug up tall enough to fill the glass, spilling some and tipping it all over the counter. He squeaks, setting the jug down and pulls out a paper towel, cleaning up his mess like Harry always taught him.

1 cup of yoghurt. Yoghurt. He sighs, going back to the refrigerator and opening it. Yoghurt. Now what is that? There's a container that looks like the container in the picture. Yoghurt? This can't be much different. In his pretty little mind, sour cream looks just like yoghurt, well the yoghurt in the picture since he doesn't know what yoghurt is. 1 cup. He grabs another glass, using the spoon to scoop the sour cream all the way to the top. 

1 cup of ice. Louis goes to the freezer with another glass, filling that one up to the top and smiling at himself.

Put all the ingredients in blender. The fuck is a blender? The fuck are ingredients? Louis sighs, assuming the ingredients are the things he just got out because 'why else would he be gathering all these odd food objects together?'. He eyes the picture of the so-called "blender" on the page, humming lowly to himself. He decides to check for this odd contraption, opening and closing all the cupboards and looking over and under all the counters. Finally, he spots it...on top of the fridge. He sighs, padding his bare feet over to the dining room, gripping the back of a chair and dragging it across the wooden floor, setting it up against the fridge. He climbs onto it, grabbing the blender with little to no problems and  clambering down. He decides he'll put the chair back later. 

When he sets the blender up, taking the cord and deciding he should plug it in. He glances over at the digital clock, his smile growing when he sees he has one hour until Harry gets home from work. Maybe he'll want one of the delicious smoothies. He peels the bananas, plopping both of the whole fruit in the blender. He dumps the blueberries in. Jet. Jax and Annalise come running into the kitchen.

Louis smiles at them. "Mummy, what doin'?" Annalise wonders, padding up to her mother. Louis smiles and picks her up, placing her on his hip. 

"Why don't you guys go get chairs and you can watch Mummy make smoothies, huh?" Louis tells his eldest children. Jet and Jax go running into the dining room, pushing and shoving. Brothers, Louis rolls his eyes.

Louis proceeds to place the rest of the ingredients in the blender, pushing the top in. Jet and Jax come back, dragging a chair behind them. They climb up and stand on their knees, watching intently as Louis presses high and places Annalise on the counter. 

Little gurgles and cries erupt from the baby monitor on the counter. He smiles. The kittens should be fine for a bit by themselves. He smiles and kisses each of them on the forehead before grabbing the white monitor and trudging to the master bedroom, where the babies are staying at the moment in their triple crib. Irelyn is wiggling, whimpering with her face scrunched up in the cutest way. Louis coos to her, gently picking her up. 

She sniffles, her ears flicking. After changing her, he cuddles her close, kissing her nose. She sneezes, crinkling up her nose. Louis giggles and lays her down next to Caspian, who wiggles in his sleep, hands balled up in fists by his face.

"Mummy!" Jet's ear-piercing scream splits through the air, startling Louis. The man dashes across the bedroom, running down the hall and into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks.

"What happened?" He screeches, rushing over to Annalise, who is crying and shaking, smoothie mix all over her. The blender has the top off, goopy mix covering every surface in mere sight. Annalise shakes, holding onto her mummy tightly. Louis will clean this up later, right now he needs to care to his babies and get them all a bath. Jax is shaking, though not crying and Jet is licking all the smoothie off his fingers and face. 

Louis picks Jax up, setting him on his other hip and grabbing Jet's hand, leading them all to the bathroom for a nice, warm bath.

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When Harry opens the front door, he is met with silence. Naturally, he assumes they are all napping, Louis is probably curled up under the blankets with a kitten on his chest and all the babies surrounding him. 

He smiles, setting down his keys and making his way to the bedroom. He passes the kitchen, barely paying attention to it until something catches his eye. Yellow...what?

He backs up, eyes broadening at the mess made all over the left side of the kitchen. Yellow liquid is covering the counters, walls, floor and two chairs litter the floor.

"Louis!" He screams.