Twenty [ Sequel to Nineteen (A Larry Fanfiction) ]

Chapter Eight

*Louis' POV*

I honestly feel as though Harry hates me right now, because this pregnancy has been the worst for him. I mean, he is three months now. His morning sickness is outrageous and he can hardly walk due to back pains. He doesn't say it, but I can tell it by the way he cuts his eyes at me.

"Lou!" He called for me, in which I got up from the sofa with a sigh and trotted along to our room to see what the poor boy wanted.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I'm hungry," he mumbled, pulling the covers that rested at his waist up to his face.

"And you couldn't get up to make yourself something, why?"

I knew immediately that I had said something wrong when he began to cry into his covers and I couldn't help but to feel awful. "Shh, baby," I said and climbed onto the bed, pulled him into my arms, and kissed his forehead. "What are you craving? I'll get it."

"Chinese," he whimpered. So, I got to it and ordered his favourite. Mongolian Beef. It was almost an hour later that our food arrived. I put the takeout onto a plate and happily carried it back to our room, where he greatfully took it, kissed my cheek, and began to eat.

Once we finished, I took our plates to the kitchen and washed them up quickly, before walking back to sit with Harry as he watched some ridiculous show.

"Daddy?" He muttered innocently. Uh-oh.

"Yes, baby boy," and I was scared and excited for his reply all at once. He pouted his lips, then licked them slowly. He slowly propped himself onto his knees and looked up at me with big baby, puppy like eyes and he said to me,

" I wanna play."

AN- So, first off I wanna apologize for not updating because I was hospitalized for three months. I've been battling with suicidal thoughts and attempts since I was seven and it's been tough. I promise to update more.

-Banana