The Lioness Prince (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction.)

Chapter 13 ~Why?~

-Author's Point of View-

"Louis, I'm back," the warm voice of Harry purrs as he partially steps into their shared room. He didn't want to upset his precious lover in any way. He hears squeaking of their bed and then footsteps of heavy paws.

"My ankles hurt," comes a complaint, and Harry chuckles deep within his throat, fully entering the room to see his beautiful lioness shifting from paw to paw every few seconds. "I feel fat and ugly," Louis complains again, and Harry sighs and shakes his head, getting down on all fours but not changing into his lion form.

"Darling," he begins as his emerald eyes locks onto Louis' brilliant blue crystals. "You look radiant," he smiles and watches as Louis' head and paw curls in in embarrassment.

"Don't lie to me, I am ugly. The total opposite of radiant," Louis whines as his eyes are brought up and met with Harry's once more.

Harry curls his fingers and flexes his arms, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against Louis' soft and warm forehead. A purr instantly erupts from the back of both of their throats, and they rub one another's foreheads for a span of time.

But then Harry pulls away and begins to grin brightly. Louis mewls in protest from the absence of Harry on him and opens his eyes to see his love smiling.

Louis sits on his haunches and straightens his shoulders, cocking his graceful head to the side and speaking. "You're smiling like an idiot. Did something happen while you were gone?" He asks, and Harry nods.

An impatient chuckle sounds, and Louis leans forward and raises his eyebrows. "Well? What happened?"

Harry's eyes then begin to water, and his bottom lip begins to wobble. Louis pulls his head back in confusion and raises his right paw to his chest. "Harry, Babe," Louis trie. calming as he steps forward and gently places a paw on Harry's hand, "tell me about it. What happened?" He presses, and Harry's smile never alters.

"It's mine," he whispers, and Louis tips his head to the side. His blue eyes fill with confusion.

"What? The job?"

Harry shakes his head.

"Do you now own something special? Sentimental value?" Louis asks, and Harry shrugs, giggling a little.

"I guess you could say that," he blinks his eyes, and two streaks of tears roll down his chiseled cheeks.

Louis raises his soft paw and wipes away the tears the best he could. "What's yours, Harry?" He whispers and pulls Harry close to him, feeling fingers tangle into his fluffy belly fur instantly.

Harry strokes through Louis' belly fur and presses his pink lips against the growing bulge that holds his child inside. "My baby," he answers and kisses Louis' tummy again.

Louis' eyes widen, and his whole body freezes. His purring stops. His heart skips a few beats. His breathing becomes irregular and ragged.

"W-what?" He croaks as his blue eyes travel down to watch Harry cuddle close to him and his baby. Harry's large hands roams up Louis' lioness fur and cups what is supposed to be Louis' cheek.

"This child, that is growing inside of you, is ours, Louis," Harry says as he pulls himself up to his knees and gets level to Louis' face.

One of his hands rests upon the large tummy as the other stays cupped to Louis' cheek.

Tears are pooling beside Louis' eyes and soaking into his facial fur. He is shaking his head and crying. "Don't joke with me, Harry. You know how much I hate the fact that this baby isn't yours," he whimpers, but Harry shakes his head and scoots closer to Louis.