Daddy Cool *larry au* (mpreg)

Twenty-Five

"Are you alright, love?"

Louis hums, staring at himself in the mirror. "I just want to see him," Louis admits, licking his lips and staring at the black and white suit. "Have you seen him? How's he doing?"

"Fine," Jay assures, putting her hand on Louis' shoulder. "Great, darling, you're both fine. Don't be so nervous."

"I can't help it," Louis sighs, looking over to his Mum. Jay smiles and shakes her head, kissing Louis' cheek.

"I always knew this was going to happen, you know," Jay says quietly, smiling proudly at Louis. "You and Harry would end up together."

"Yeah?" Louis asks with a smile, rubbing his hands together. Jay nods, rubbing Louis' shoulder as Lottie walks in with Nathaniel.

"Dada!" Nathaniel shrieks, holding his arms out to Louis. Louis beams and takes Nathaniel from Lottie, kissing his cheek.

"Hey, buddy," Louis greets softly. He can't believe Nathaniel is a year old already. It feels like it went by so fast, like his life is a book as the author skipped a few chapters (whoops).

"Harry's ready, Lou," Lottie says, and Louis' breath hitches. He figured he'd have more time, Harry usually takes ages to get ready.

"Oh, okay," Louis sputters, clearing his throat. His mum kisses his cheek again and he walks toward the hall after giving Nathaniel to her, seeing his and Harry's family and friends all looking at him.

When Harry asked Emily to be his maid of honor, she was so excited. She was even more excited when Harry let her help him pick out the dresses for Harry's "bridesmaids", because she's a hopeless romantic, like her Papa, and she loves weddings.

So they made Katie the flower girl, and Nathaniel the ring bearer (with the help of Anne, since he can't walk yet). Louis made Tommy his best man, and Liam and Niall the groomsmen.

The organist starts playing, and Louis' heart pounds. He shouldn't be nervous, there's no reason for him to be, but he is. His hands tremble as the groomsmen and bridesmaids walk down the aisle, and then Anne carries Nathaniel.

Katie walks down the aisle with her little basket of flower petals, and Louis can't believe his daughter's are so beautiful. It's all Harry, he swears, he doesn't care if Katie looks like him.

And then there's Harry. Harry in his white tux, and Louis' eyes are already teary and he doesn't know why but he can't help it. Harry beams at Louis as Anne walks him down the aisle (she had handed Nathaniel off to Liam, with Tommy holding on to the rings).

Louis can barely pay attention to what the priest is saying. He repeats what the priest tells him to, and he hears himself say I do, and he can hear Harry said I do, but he's so lost in Harry and how fucking angelic he looks in his white tux.

They give each other the rings. And then they kiss. Harry tastes like salt, or maybe that's both of their tears. They're married, and Louis' heart is swelling.

♛

"You think we should break the news to her that we don't fully approve of this relationship?"

"No, let's let her dream."

Louis looks as way from where Katie is dancing with Niall, having him lift her up and spin her around, and looks over to Harry, who's beaming at Louis so purely and Louis feels like he's melting.

Louis' trying to remember how to waltz, but he must've forgotten since eighth form, because he's stepped on Harry's shoes multiple times. Harry doesn't seem to care, he just giggles and shakes his head and lets Louis get lost in his eyes.

"Can't believe I'm finally a Tomlinson," Harry says softly, and Louis smiles adoringly as Harry bites his lip shyly.

"You better believe it, Tommo," Louis replies, and Harry giggles with shiny eyes. Louis' heart has never felt more full.

"I don't think I want to be called anything other than that for the rest of my life," Harry says, and Louis laughs. "You know how long I've been waiting to be called that?"

"You know how long I've been waiting to call you that?" Louis retorts, and Harry goes for it, just smashes his lips against Louis' in the middle of the dance floor (and, unlike Louis' tenth form dance he brought Harry to, everyone claps).

♛

"I've never been so exhausted in my entire life," Harry falls onto the large bed dramatically, closing his eyes and exhaling. Louis watches sweetly, and all Harry can see when he opens his eyes is Louis' adoring smile. "You tired?"

"A bit," Louis replies, setting his bag down. He walks over to where Harry's laying down and hovers over him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "But we can't sleep yet, Tomlinson, I didn't come all the way to Jamaica to sleep."

Harry blushes profusely, "Louuu," He whines, but he giggles as Louis nips at his jawline.

"Haaaz," Louis mocks him, laughing at Harry's pout. "C'mon, love, please. Just one round and I'll let you sleep."

Harry sighs melodramatically, rolling his eyes. "Fine," He huffs, and Louis pecks his lips. "Do we have condoms?"

"Yes, but I've been thinking..."

Harry squints. "What?" He asks cautiously.

"I mean, Nathaniel's already fourteen months," Louis shrugs, and he suddenly looks shy. Harry raises his eyebrows and nods. "And we've always wanted...lots of kids."

"You want to knock me up yet again?" Harry asks dramatically, rolling his eyes and smiling. "I mean, I suppose I could allow that. How many do you want?"

Louis hums, twisting his mouth and thinking before looking at Harry mischievously. "I want to beat my Mum."

"You're insane," Harry laughs, shaking his head. "Eight kids? You're mental. You're absolutely joshing me."

"Nope," Louis replies, smirking. "I want a baseball team, you can be the water boy."

"What?!" Harry acts offended, putting his hand over his heart and scoffing. "I want shortstop."

"You cannot be shortstop," Louis laughs and shakes his head. "Catcher, maybe, it's hard to fall over when you're just sitting."

"You'd be surprised," Harry replies, and they both burst out laughing. After Louis practically falls onto Harry from laughing so hard, he looks at Harry expectantly. "Yeah, sure, let's shoot for beating your Mum."

"Fuck yeah!" Louis cheers.

♛

"I can't believe you."

Louis lets out a laugh, shaking his head as Harry slumps down as much as he can with his seatbelt. "You say that like I had a choice."

"You could have not impregnated me with twins!" Harry argues, and Louis laughs even harder. "I can barely handle one at a time, Lewis!"

"We'll be fine," Louis assures, pulling into their driveway. Harry just huffs, letting Louis help him out of the car (he can do it himself, he's just extra).

"Well?" Emily asks as soon as they walk in, looking up from where she's practicing braiding on Lottie's hair.

"You win," Louis sighs, handing Emily five pounds. "It's twins."

"Yes!" Emily cheers as Harry huffs again, crossing his arms and sighing. Lottie reaches back for a high-five that Emily enthusiastically gives.