Uniquely Ever After - Larry Stylinson AU Kitten!Harry (MPREG) {Book4}

Chapter 25

[A/N]: I FINALLY GAVE MY SPEECH FOR ORAL COMMUNICATION AND I'M NO LONGER STRESSING OVER IT AND I THINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE THE WHOLE WEEKEND TO DO NOTHING?! Also, this is dedicated to dinolillylpslover for making the cute edit in the multimedia! :D

[Louis' P.O.V]

Harry acted as if he hadn't been unconscious for almost two days, and about thirty minutes after he had been awake he demanded that Dr. Shell take the catheter back out of him. That, of course, meant that he had to walk to the bathroom, and I'd panicked slightly, but he simply had put on another robe and held a pillow to his stomach, inching slowly to towards the back bathroom and smiling at our sleeping babies as he did so.

I escorted him the entire way, despite his frowning protests, "Our babies?" 

"Dr. Shell can watch them for a minute or two," I'd told him softly as we stepped into the bathroom. "They're only sleeping, and I... I missed you..." 

"Have been right here the whole time, my Louis," he giggled, but scrunched his nose in pain, and handed me his pillow so he could actually use the restroom. 

"Yes," I murmured, clutching his pillow close to me. "But I missed talking to you." 

He had to change the pad he had in his briefs for the blood that Dr. Shell had given a name that I couldn't recall, and he finished using the restroom before he adjusted his robe and moved with a wince to the sink, "I am sorry..."

"Wasn't your fault," I stepped up close behind him, moving my hands to rest gently on his hips as I nuzzled into his back.

"Still made my Louis so sad and it... it kind of makes me sad?" I saw his bottom lip tremble in the reflection of the mirror. 

"I think after people have babies they still sometimes get really sad or really happy over things they normally wouldn't," I said soothingly, moving my hands up to his chest to hug him lightly. Beneath my hands I felt a small wet spot, and then Harry groaned. 

"Leaking again..." 

"It'll stop soon," I giggled. "Your body just really wants to feed Elijah like that, huh?" 

"Yes, but should not..." he sighed. 

"You're right, Elijah is kind of a beebee piggy," I grinned largely as Harry turned carefully to take back his pillow, hold it to his abdomen, and kiss my lips. "God I missed you so much..."

"Love you," he hummed. 

"Love you, too," I kissed his cheek before placing a supportive hand on his back. "Let's get you back and sitting down."

"How long have our beebees been sleeping?" Harry asked curiously as I slowly ushered him back to the hospital bed. 

Dr. Shell was bouncing our baby boy in his arms, and I pursed my lips, "Maybe an hour and a half... but he's up now, it appears." 

I helped Harry carefully back onto the bed, that Dr. Shell had apparently put fresh sheets on, and Harry looked to me hopefully, "Can hold him?" 

"Oh goodness, yes," I hummed, taking our baby boy from Dr. Shell and snuggling him close as he made a tiny squeaking sound. 

My mother came scurrying in again just as I gently slipped Elijah to Harry so he could place him carefully on his chest, "I've called everyone again and told them that Harry's awake, and everyone is so excited for him!" 

"You would have been missed dearly, lad," Dr. Shell chuckled. 

"More than dearly," I told them.