This is the New Year (Larry Mpreg)

Four

On a surprisingly sunny, but incredibly chilly Saturday in February, while online shopping for new t-shirts to wear on the days that he doesn't have to work, Louis 'somehow' 'accidentally' wanders onto the section of the website dedicated to baby clothes. And cries. A lot. Quite a bit of the reason is because, again, he keeps imagining all the things that could go wrong with his womb before the 'right man' comes around to help him conceive a child. More of the reason is that he doesn't think the 'right man' exists or will ever come around. But his outburst had the most to do with his incredibly sickening baby fever. (Literally sickening. He has thrown up before thinking about babies because of just how much he wants them.)
So there Louis is, sitting on his couch, at 2 p.m. on a Saturday, bawling his eyes out over something as silly as baby clothes, wearing joggers with unruly, unwashed hair. 'No wonder I can't hold a bloke down,' Louis thinks to himself. 'I'm a right mess.' With that thought, Louis sighs, closing his computer, and stands up to head to go take a shower. All the while he's in there, he can only think about having someone to shower with.
Now, don't get Louis wrong. He's all about being a strong, independent man who doesn't need a man to complete him. But it would just be nice, you know?
After standing in the same position for 20 minutes and scrubbing his body, Louis decides to get out and make himself at least somewhat presentable for, well, himself. Always a good thing to like how you look, innit? He styles his usual fringe for that amazing 'I woke up like this' look that he adores and put his most comfortable pair of jeans on, because, he's not going anywhere, why would he put his less comfortable jeans on to sit on a couch?
He decides that his sanity can take one more scroll through the baby section of the clothing website, and he scrolls and scrolls for about 7 pages when he sees an ad.
"London Cryobank," he reads quietly to himself. He's intrigued both by the name and by the really cute baby they have a picture of on their advertisement. His eyebrows furrow before clicking on the face of the baby and seeing a new tab open and a white screen appear. 'A sperm bank?' he inquires, looking deeper into the website.
He spends at the very least an hour going through every page on the website, and before Louis can even comprehend what's happening, he's clicking 'Make an Appointment' on the home page.