Bruh: The MPreg Version (A Larry Text Story)

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Today Louis and Harry had an ultrasound appointment. They were able to find out their babies gender.

Louis and Harry aren't those types of people who wait into they're baby is born to find out if they're having a girl or boy.

They wanted to know now.

Which is why they were both complaining to each other about how the time doesn't seem to going any faster.

Harry kept pacing in front of the clock and Louis was tapping his foot.

A little while later and finally the clock showed two forty five. Time to leave.

"Freaking finally," Louis said, grabbing Harry's hands, letting Harry pull him up. It was more difficult now for him to get up, his belly growing more and more every second of feels like.

Louis groaned, feeling their baby starting to kick.

"Haz, your child is killing me from the inside," Louis complained.

Harry cooed and rubbed Louis' belly, feeling the kicks.

"Practicing to become a soccer player in there?" Harry asked the baby, nuzzling against Louis' stomach.

"Definitely," Louis agreed, and the couple made their way out of their house.

*****

"We need to work on the nursery," Louis said. Harry nodded in agreement. They were now sitting in the waiting room.

"We'll go look around after your appointment. It's hard to design a nursery without a gender," Harry explained and Louis nodded.

"Louis Tomlinson?" A nurse called. Louis and Harry stood and followed the petite nurse.

She checked Louis' weight and blood pressure and bump size among other stuff to make sure Louis was healthy. He is.

The nurse then led them to the ultrasound room and had Louis lay down.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment," she said, leaving the room.

"What do you want?" Louis asked Harry.

"A healthy baby," Harry replied.

"Not what I meant bruh."