Color Outside The Lines (l.s)

Chapter Eleven

The next few months sped by, harry healing quickly, his belly growing bigger and bigger as the days rolled by. 6 months later harry was back to his old self, with the addition of their little baby bump, which louis had begun to call their little baby ballerina, because in the one of their ultrasounds, the baby was in a position that resembled that of a ballerina, her little leg tucked up to her boy, her knee pointing out to the side, her other leg down straight with her little thumb in her mouth. They had figured out they were having a girl last month, when the trainee doctor had accidentally said her instead of they. Either way, harry and louis were thrilled that their baby girl was happy and healthy, tiny for how far along she was but the doctor had said she was healthy. Currently harry was standing in the bedroom of their new home, a beautiful old house near the edge on London. Harry had fallen in love with it as soon as he had seen in and no other house had any competition after that. He had his hands on his bump, his eyes clamped shut

"L-lou" He wheezed out gritting his teeth and louis was in there in an instant, pulling harry over to the bed and sitting down, rubbing his back while holding him, waiting for the pain to pass.

Harry had been getting Braxton hicks recently, and he did not enjoy them. When the first one had happened, Louis had rushed him to the doctor, who had told them everything is fine and harry was not in fact in labor yet, despite what they though. So harry and louis had returned home together and watched TV for the remainder of the day. Now the pain was worse, so louis got up quickly and turned on the bath, making it nice and hot, the surface of the water coated in a thick layer of peach scented bubbles, the new bottle louis had just bought finally begin opened. He retuned to the room to find harry lying face down in on the bed, clutching his stomach lightly, a pillow propped between his legs and under his stomach, his face peaceful, a small smile coating his lips

"She's kicking again, just as the pain went away, she began to kick" harry says and louis walks over, placing his hands on louis bump

"She's gonna be a football star-" Louis begins with a smirk and harry rolls his eyes

"For the last time louis, we are NOT painting the nursery with footballs, get it out of your head" He says and louis laughs

"Alright, Alright" he says "I have your bath ready c'mon, we can get in together" He says and harry smiles, getting louis to help him to his swollen feet before waddling quickly into the bathroom shedding clothes as he goes, and louis follows, tripping down and when he gets to the bathroom he laughs out loud at what he sees.

Harry is suck in his shirt, arms in the air, face covered up by the fabric and louis just knows he's pouting under there. He walks over laughing gently as not to upset his very moody pregnant boyfriend out of his shirt, kissing his pouty lips before getting into the tub, settling into the bubbles his back to the faucet and helping harry step in as well, settling down across from louis in the dark fairy lighted bathroom, which harry had insisted on despite louis protests. Louis had eventually given in when harry had began to cry, because his hormones made the frustration too much for him. Louis had soothed him and put the fairy light up himself, and harry had been so happy about it, that louis hadn't even minded after that. He looked across at harry, who's face was pinched again

"Whats wrong darling?" he asks and harry frowns

"My feet are tender s'all" Harry whispers and louis frowns taking one of harry's feet into his hands, rubbing it gently making harry groan in pleasure, his eyes closing and the pinched look erasing from his face. By the time louis finished harry was smiling again, his cheeks flushed pink as he sat up to kiss louis, and as he leaned forwards his chin dipped into the bubbles and he was trying to push himself into more of a sitting position, effectively giving himself a bubble beard making louis laugh and kiss his forehead gently.  Then harry got a michevious look on his face and scooped up a handful of bubbles lunging quickly at louis, thrusting them towards his face but louis managed to dodge, and harry slumped back into the water pouting, his bubble beard still handing from his chin. He crosses his legs and scoops up another handful of suds, leaning forwards again and louis leans back just out of his reach