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#8 He can't have kids

#8 He can't have kids

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(Your name is Emma) Harry: "Em, uh, may we talk?" Harry says after helping you clean the dirty dishes from the dinner you made. His face turning serious, but his eyes having a hurtful gleam (they aren't so bright anymore) you tilt your head in confusion but mutter a soft yes. Harry gently grabs your hand and starts leading you down the hall to the bedroom in your shared flat. You can't understand why harry is starting to act like ... this. Harry pushes the left open door farther so you two can get in the room. Harry lets go of you hand and gets on the bed and stays in a sitting position. You follow his actions.

"I don't know how to say this babe. I understand if you want to leave me." Harry chokes out, making you expect the worse.

"You- Y- You didn't cheat on me, did you?" You sob out.

"No, of course not. It's just. You know how we have been trying to have kids?" Harry questions. You nod your head slowly. "Well, I um, went to the doctor because it hasn't been working - you know, conceiving - and -"

Harry doesn't finish his sentence before tears are spilling out of his eyes.

You scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What's wrong, baby" You whisper into his ear. Determined to know why he is upset.

"I'm sorry" Harry whispers back.

"Just tell me, okay? Nothing is going to change." You say hugging him tighter.

"I can't have kids." Harry sputters out. You feel like your heart just stopped. All you wanted was to have kids with Harry. "The doctor said I have a low sperm count and i-it's nearly impossible for me to have kids. I am so sorry, Emma. I know you want to leave me. I don't blame you" Harry adds.

"I would never leave you Harry! I love you so much. This doesn't change anything. I mean, we could get a sperm donor or adopt." You say.

For the first time since dinner, Harry looks up at you. "You don't hate me?" Harry asks.

"Of course I don't hate you!" You reply with a smile. "Everything will be okay."

(Your name is Anna) Louis: Louis slowly presses into you. Making you moan out in pleasure. He starts to thrust into you harder, hitting your spot. "Louis!" You scream out as you ride out your orgasm.

"Well?" Louis asks when you come out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test you bought a few days ago.

"Negative." You mutter silently, making your way to Louis; who is sitting on the sofa.

"Really!?" He says with disappointment written in his eyes. You just nod your head and show him the pregnancy test. He just recoils away and screatches at the top of his lungs ...

"Eww, YOUR PEE" He is clearly still upset, but at least he still has his sense of humor.

"Louis, lets be serius here." You giggle out. He nodds his head agreeing with you for once.

"I think we need to go to the doctor, Anna. Something is wrong with trying to get you preggers." Louis says, completely changing the subject.

"Preggers? Really? You are such a child!" You scold jokingly.

"Yeah, well pregnant is a funny word." Louis laughs out a bit at his own sese of humor, like the weirdo he is.

"Serius Time!" You remind him. "But, I agree, we need to see a doctor."

"Perfect! I'll scheduale the appointment." Louis says. You look at him confuse, Louis is to lazy to do stuff like that. But you don't question.

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