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

Chapter Seventeen

Warning: Cross-dressing mentions. Don't like, don't read. This is long than normal. 2.366 words.

"You need to tell me what happened yesterday. Where you were going. We don't keep secrets from each other, Daddy," Louis pesters when he walks into the bedroom later on that day, bouncing Caspian on his hip, the baby just having  been fed and not sleepy enough to fall asleep with his siblings at the moment.

Harry glances up from his laptop, fingers stilling on the keys. "I know, darling. I was just tired and angry yesterday - well, two days ago."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sleep all day. I don't know what came over me!" Louis nearly cries, rushing over to the bed and plopping down, setting Caspian on his lap. 

"No, no. It's fine, kitten. I completely understand, we just need that some time. It's perfectly fine. I'm sorry I yelled and kept you up all night," Harry pushes his laptop to the side, slamming the lid (lightly, of course) and reaching out to cup his baby's hand. "Hand me Casp," he says softly. When Louis does as said, Harry holds the baby close, kissing his cheeks and forehead.

Louis sighs, crawling up the bed to lay next to his husband. "Please, tell me everything. I want to know what happened up until yesterday."

Harry sighs, pulling his full bottom lip in between his teeth. A long pause stretches out between them and suddenly, Harry pours everything out. "The day...that day..."

"What day?" Louis mutters, gazing up at Harry through his dark eyelashes. 

Harry blinks at him. "Are you wearing mascara?"

His eyes widen. "Please just tell me. Stop trying to distract me."

"No, I'm serious. Are you wearing mascara?"

Louis blushes. "Yes, okay, tell me. Please."

Harry smiles, "I like it." He nods, pecking Louis' cheek. "Well, the day that...we separated..."

Louis chokes on his breath, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. His eyes well up with tears and his nose twitches. "Did you...?"

"What?"

"Ch-..." Louis shakes his head, burying it into Harry's shoulder. "You guys didn't..."

"Wha-No! No! I didn't cheat on you, darling. I swear. With him, I didn't," Harry swears, pulling his small husband close to his body with his free hand, Caspian having fallen asleep on his chest. "I was in my office and in between meeting, so you called me and we talked and my next appointment came in, a man named Mr. Best. He had caught the last of our conversation and..." Harry explains everything to him. From the meeting, from getting called, to the meetings at the office, up until yesterday.

Louis stiffened next to him. "What did this guy...look like?"

Harry huffed. "Tall. Bald. Tattoos. Muscular. Wore lots of tank tops."

"Snake tattoo? On his wrist?" Louis whispers. 

Harry ponders, nodding softly. "Yeah."

"Shit," Louis curses, scrambling off the bed. He runs his shaking hands through his hair, his eyes wild and full of tears. 

"Louis?" Harry asks, holding Caspian close. "Don't curse, darling. What's wrong?"

Louis shakes his head, holding his small hands over his mouth as small sobs escape from in between his lips, tears slipping down his porcelain cheeks. He rushes up to his Dominant, cuddling into his chest and taking deep breaths, his mouth wide open. His red-rimmed eyes wide and scared as they gaze up at his husband. Harry holds him close, laying him down in the bed and covering him with the blanket.