This is the New Year (Larry Mpreg)

Epilogue

It's a Sunday when Harry decides that he can't keep going back and forth between his and Louis's flats.

He gets up the nerve to ask Louis about it only 7 hours after he arrives at his flat that day.

"What if I brought all my stuff here?" Harry asks, trying to act nonchalant while he changes Quincy's diaper on the living room floor and Louis continues to declutter the kitchen.

"Then your apartment would be empty and useless," Louis answers, obviously not getting what Harry was hinting at.

"Yeah, but, what if I got rid of my apartment?" he continues, only glancing up at Louis while he finishes putting the clean diaper on Quincy.

"Then where would you-" Louis begins, stopping abruptly when he sees the hopeful look on Harry's face as he rocks Quincy against his bare chest. "Oh," he pauses his cleaning for a moment, placing the pan back on the stove.

"I know we've only been back together for a month, but I'm already over here every day and almost every night, so I was just thinking-"

"Okay," Louis nods.

"-that it would just be easier if I moved in officially, and I-" Harry rambles. "Wait, what?"

"Okay," Louis giggles at his partner. "You can move in."

~

"Quincy's been so fussy today, I have no idea what's gotten into him," Louis groans, plopping himself down on his couch next to Harry. Quincy had just fallen asleep for the 2nd time today.

Harry chuckles at his boyfriend. "He's a baby, Lou. They fuss."

"Yeah, but this is more than usual," he sighs. "I think the teething is starting. Poor thing." Louis frowns, turning his head to face Harry and resting it on the back of the couch.

Harry smiles. "We have those teethers in the freezer that we can give him when he wakes up." Harry pauses after Louis nods at his statement. "I feel like he's growing so fast, Lou. I mean, he was in 3 month clothing last week, and I had to switch to 4 month onesie this morning after I changed him."

"Well, he's 4 months old, Harold," Louis laughs. "Almost 5. It's about time he traded up."

Their eyes connect and Harry pouts at Louis. "He's just so small," he whines, putting his hands out in front of him as if he's holding Quincy. "I don't want him to keep getting bigger."

"I know, love, I know," Louis coos, scooting closer to Harry so that Harry's head is leaning on his shoulder. "I don't either," he adds, taking his boyfriend's hand in his and placing a kiss on the top of his head.

Louis is so happy with where his life is at this moment. His baby's sleeping soundly and the love of his life is resting his head on his shoulder.

Louis glances at his boyfriend beside him and smiles when he sees his eyes are closed.

"Hey, Harry?" he asks to see if he's awake.

Harry lifts his head from Louis's shoulder and opens his eyes, giving Louis his answer and a sweet smile. "Yeah, Lou?"

"I love you," Louis says simply.

Harry grins wider at this. "I love you too." Harry doesn't think he'll ever get used to hearing those words coming from Louis.

Louis sees his whole future when he looks into Harry's eyes, and he never wants that to change. And Harry's so good with their son. He loves referring to Quincy as 'our son' when he's telling stories to his friends and family. His heart skips a beat every time he thinks about it. He's so good with Quincy, and he's so sweet. He put up with Louis throughout the majority of his pregnancy, even if he did have a freak out towards the end. He never gave up on Louis, and Louis swears he'll never give up on Harry again. He gave him his son and his love. He loves Harry with his entire heart.