HARRY
After they dropped Niall off at his flat, Harry and Louis went straight home; Louis took a sleeping Milo from his car seat, leaving Harry to get everything from the trunk of the car.
"Should you be carrying, Milo?" Harry asked as he put all the shopping bags, and the baby bag on the stroller so he could take everything at once.
"Huh?" Louis said, seeming confused.
"Because you're pregnant" Harry said, and closed the trunk.
Louis rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, he just walked inside the building with Milo still asleep in his arms, Harry following behind.
"I'm being serious, Lou" Harry said as the elevator doors opened and they went in.
"Hazza, I love that you like to protect me and everything, but you can't start acting like you did when I was pregnant with Milo, please don't do that" Louis begged.
"But I don't want anything bad to happen to you or our baby beans" Harry argued.
"And nothing will" Louis assured him.
"Can we at least ask the doctor if it's okay for you to carry Milo around?" asked Harry, letting Louis get out of the elevator first.
"Sure, if that makes you at ease, we can ask her" Louis agreed.
"Thank you, babe" Harry said, and went to open the door of their flat.
They both went inside, and Louis sat with Milo on the couch, while Harry got everything out of the stroller.
"Where do I leave the clothes we got for the twins?" Harry wondered.
"Milo's room for the time being, I'll sort them out later" Louis replied.
Harry took the bags to Milo's room, and took the clothes out of the bag, leaving them in a little pile on top of the dresser. He knew Louis liked to wash everything before he put in on Milo, and he was bound to do the same with the beans, so there was no use in putting away the clothes.
Then he left the pair or pants Louis had bought in their own closet, and went to join his family in the living room.
When he got there, he realized Milo was waking up from his slumber, because he was rubbing his eyes with his little hands, while Louis still cuddled him and spoke to him softly.
It was funny how they looked nothing like each other, except for the eyes, but still, anyone could tell they were father and son from the way they acted towards the other, which was the cutest thing to watch.
"Should I get started with dinner?" Harry offered.
"Yeah, but I'll help you" Louis decided.
"It's fine, I can do it".
"Why don't you want my help?" Louis pouted.
"Because you're a little menace in the kitchen, love" Harry chuckled.
"But I want to learn" Louis protested "It's not fair that you have to cook dinner every night, I should do it sometimes".
"You know you don't have to" Harry argued.
"But I want to, we're equals in this marriage, so we both should do these stuff, and you can't argue with that" Louis said knowingly.
"You're right" Harry accepted.
"Then starting today, you're going to teach me how to cook" Louis decided.
"Okay, but can I ask you something before we go burn down our kitchen?" Harry asked going to sit down on the couch.
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Life Happens ~ larry mpreg au ~ book 2
Fanfiction[FINISHED 2016] The sequel to 'Maybe it was meant to happen' After a perfect summer as a family, Louis and Harry couldn't have been happier, sure they fought, but that was part of Harry and Louis's relationship. But what will happen when, almost at...
