End Up Here - l.s (mpreg)

Chapter Twenty-Four

I don't even know about this book anymore..

In other news, I am writing another Larry fic/short-story. However it will be most likely be sad.

Also, Happy Birthday to Niall! Can't believe he's 24 😭😭

Not proof read, so please feel free to tell me about any mistakes.

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Louis stood in front of the portrait mirror and admired his sixteen week baby bump, shirtless as well.

Gratefully, he was alone and wouldn't have to worry shot anyone just walking on him - not that it mattered with Harry since they made had seen each other naked plenty of times, surprisingly.

However, the pregnant-lad was self conscious of his body, even a minimal amount before he was pregnant. But now that his body was changing in preparation for the baby, it seemed to be even more difficult to accept his body.

He stared at the small bump along with the stretch marks that were beginning to form. It sucked, of course, yet he (partially) knew that it was all leading up to his unborn child.

And in that moment, when he thought he was completely alone; Harry walked past the entryway of the room, immediately turning back around.

"What're you doing, Lou," he asked curiously, taking small glances between the propped-up mirror and his shirtless lover.

"Nothing," the younger lad muttered back, snatching his top from where it laid on the bed, hastily putting it on over his bump.

Suddenly Louis had burst into an abundance of tears and sank down onto the bed, head in heads frustratingly.

Harry kneeled in front of him, "Baby.. I don't understand, what's the matter?" He gently pried Louis' hands away from his face and into his own hands, running his thumb over them as comfort.

"It's stupid," Louis argued back.

"Well, obviously not if it's making you cry."

Harry watched steadily as the twenty-two year old shakily took in a breath, and slowly exhaled after. An action he always did to calm himself down - no matter what the situation was.

"I'm upset because I noticed how I've put on a lot of weight since the baby started developing," Louis stated when it was purely silent.

"Lou," Harry sighed, "That's all to help, jellybean. It's pretty normal for people to gain weight during a pregnancy. So please.. don't be ashamed about it."

He then stood from where he was on the floor this entire time, and cautiously pushed Louis so he was laying down on his back, then he lifted up his shirt and attacked his belly with soft kisses.

Of course, that made Louis cry at the gesture even more than before.

"Baby, don't cry please," Harry spoke, taking one of Louis' hands and rubbing his thumb over it.

Louis smiled up at the model, "They're happy tears, Haz. I'm just joyed with everything you've done for Jacob and I, it truly means the absolute world to me that you'd do this."

"Well I think that after everything you've been through, especially with me in the beginning of everything, you deserve to be treated like this."

More soft kisses were placed on Louis' body, slowly making their way up towards his lips. He smirked when he felt lips on his, and tugged at them gently with his teeth.

"Lou, calm down," Harry laughed, when he almost collapsed on top of the younger lad.

"S-sorry," he apologized, "I think it's part of my pregnancy hormones." Yet for some reason Harry wasn't convinced with his answer, but nevertheless he let it go.

Only moments later, the soft pitter-patter of toddling feet could be heard just moments before Jacob ran into the bedroom.

He held a piece of paper in his hand that looked to have scribbles, or art, on it. He smiled at the two adults cuddled up next to each other, holding hands.

The sketch was handed to Harry, before Jacob dashed out of the room giggling.

Harry glanced at the drawing that laid on top of him, smiling when he got a more clear view of what the picture was.

On the paper three stick figures, meant to resemble Harry, Louis, and Jacob, were drawn on. However; upon closer inspection, Harry noticed that he and Louis were holding a something pink.

He stood up, laying a sleeping Louis down, and searched for the four year old for confirmation of the drawings.

"Jacob, sweetie, can you come here for a second?" Harry asked once he spotted the four year old, who was coloring on his floor.

The four-year-old dropped his crayons and sauntered over to Harry, "Yes?" He questioned, batting his eyelashes, a trick that annoyed Louis.

"Relax, Jacob, you're not in any trouble. I just want to know what this is," Harry said, gesturing towards the pink in the drawing.

"It's you and papa's baby," he nonchalantly answered, just wanting to go back to his coloring.

Harry allowed him to do so, since he was in complete shock about what Jacob had told him the drawing was. Thankfully it was a good kind of shock.

"Jacob," he quietly spoke," you know there's a chance that the baby many not be a girl, right?"

The young child nodded sadly, "I know.. but I will love baby either way." He then ran into Harry's awaiting arms for a hug.

And it just so happens that a sleepy Louis walked in the living room at the very exact time, smiling at the sight before him.

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I feel that these chapters are going down hill once again, so I apologize for that.

A. ❤️