This is the New Year (Larry Mpreg)

Sixteen

The days leading up to his 8 week check up with his OB, Louis's morning sickness has only gotten worse and worse. So bad, he's barely been able to eat anything for almost a week, much less keep it down. Even water is proving to be difficult for him to ingest. Because of this, Louis is overwhelmingly worried about the possibility that he might miscarry his baby. If Louis can't stop throwing up, how does his baby receive any nutrients? His anxiety about the situation is honestly just making him more nauseous, but he really cannot help it. If somehow, god forbid, he does miscarry, he won't even be able to use the same donor to try again, because he used the only sample they had from him, and Louis really likes the donor he chose. Plus, he'd just be heartbroken, because he's already deeply in love with his baby.

They call Louis's name to follow the nurse into the back, and he takes a deep breath before standing.

"I'll just need to get your weight, if that's alright," the nurse smiles, motioning to the scale.

Louis nods and steps onto the scale, staring at the numbers going up on the screen in front of him. He breathes in a small gasp when the numbers stop. "I've lost 7 pounds," he says with wide eyes, turning to the nurse. "That's not supposed to happen."

"Have you been experiencing any morning sickness?" she asks.

He nods. "I haven't been not nauseous for 2 weeks."

"Then weight loss is completely normal in the first trimester. If you're still losing weight after week 14, you'll need to worry, but right now, everything is fine," she smiles.

"Alright, thank you," he says, still quite nervous. She takes his blood pressure and listens to his heart rate, both of which are slightly too high because of his nerves, before taking him to a room where he sits on a very uncomfortable bed.

Louis gets quite bored waiting for the doctor to knock on the door, so he pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens the pregnancy app he had downloaded the night before.

According to the app, his baby's hands and feet are developing webbed fingers and toes, its eyelids almost cover its eyes, breathing tubes extend from its throat to the branches of its developing lungs, and its "tail" is just about gone. In its brain, nerve cells are branching out to connect with each another, forming primitive neural pathways. The external genitals haven't developed enough to reveal his baby's sex. Either way, his baby, which is about the size of a kidney bean, whatever that is, is apparently constantly moving and shifting, though he still can't feel it.

The app talks about symptoms that Louis might be experiencing as well. More frequent urination, fatigue, and sore breasts are the main one's Louis finds himself experiencing. Harry definitely enjoys when Louis's nipples are tender, much to the pleasure and displeasure of Louis, depending on the day.

The doctor comes in after about 20 minutes of waiting, apologizing for taking so long. She asks him how's he's feeling and if he's experiencing any symptoms. He asks her about the weight loss again, just to be sure, and she tells him that she really needs the paperwork on his donor soon. He nods, making a mental note that'll most likely just get pushed to the back of his head.

"Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" the doctor asks, turning the ultrasound machine on.

Louis's eyebrows raise. "You can hear it already?" He lies down and lifts up his shirt, putting his hands behind his head to prepare to see his baby.

She nods. "Yes, the heart starts beating at around 6 weeks, but sometimes it's quite hard to hear, because the fetus is so tiny at that point."

"Wow," is all Louis says.

She puts a very cold gel on Louis's tummy and spreads it around with the wand before she presses it down slightly to get a better view of his baby. "Sometimes it takes a minute to find the heartbeat," she says quietly to Louis as she tries to concentrate.

Louis chews on his bottom lip and he can feel his heart start to palpitate as everything that could go wrong with his baby flies through his mind. 'What of there isn't a heartbeat?' is at the forefront of his brain.

It's about 2 painstaking minutes before Louis hears a soft, but quick little 'thu-thump' come from the machine. His hand flies to his mouth as tears fill his eyes, both from joy and relief. "Wow," he says again, in awe. "Can you point to where it is?" Louis asks quietly. "I can't tell where it is."

"We're at a strange angle right now, let me move it really quickly," she says, taking the wand away from the sound of the heartbeat, making Louis frown a bit. The frown quickly turns into a smile when he sees the whole of his baby start to form. "That's the fetus's head, and there is its tail. That is its right foot and its right arm," she moves the wand to the other side of his belly. "left arm and left foot."

Louis can't stop saying "Wow," and they send him home with a recording of the heartbeat and some ultrasound pictures.

Louis arrives back at his flat about an hour later. His sense of smell has gotten incredibly more sensitive than it was, which definitely isn't ideal when he opens the door to his flat and Harry is cooking broccoli, a smell that Louis could barely stand before he was pregnant.

"Louis," Harry exclaims happily when he sees his boyfriend.

"Oh my god," Louis gags, putting his hand over his mouth. He drops his bag and power walks to his bathroom to expel the contents of his stomach.

Harry quickly runs after him, kneeling on the floor next to Louis. "So no more broccoli?" Harry asks sheepishly as he rubs Louis's back while he leans over the toilet.

"Maybe just when I'm not around. Or eat it raw, I don't know," Louis says, wiping beads of sweat off of his forehead and leaning back against the bathtub. "Sorry you have to see me like this so soon," Louis laughs.

"I do it once a week for Niall, might as well be a good boyfriend as well," Harry jokes.

"My hero," Louis chuckles, flushing the toilet and standing up to brush his teeth. "How bloody long do you reckon morning sickness lasts? Really need to get that 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' book, don't I?" he reminds himself.

"It usually stops after the first trimester," Harry says without missing a beat.

"Why duh yuh know tha?" Louis asks with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"I told you, I'm a good boyfriend, I might as well do my research, yeah?" he laughs.

"Oi, well, I'm just slacking then, aren't I? The baby hasn't even been born yet, and I'm already a terrible father," Louis jokes after rinsing his mouth.

"Doubt you could ever be a terrible father, Lou," Harry answers seriously. Louis just smiles at his boyfriend's inability to joke about his parenting skills.

"Would you like to see the ultrasound pictures?" Louis asks, staring up at Harry fondly.

Harry smiles down at Louis. "Of course." He pecks him on the lips, regardless of the fact that Louis just threw up his breakfast.