That's Love, Bitch (Larry au) *mpreg*

Thirty-Three

"D-D you want to move, baby?" Louis asks, frowning and rubbing Harry's back. "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Harry is in Louis' lap, facing him with his cheek pressed against his chest. Louis can't imagine that would be comfortable for him right now, but he wouldn't know, he supposes.

"No," Harry sniffles, closing his eyes as more tears fall from his eyes and trickle down his cheeks. "Wanna be close to you, Lou."

"O-Okay, love," Louis nods, wiping Harry's tears from his cheeks. His hand stutters a bit when he moves it, and he prays Harry doesn't notice. Harry doesn't seem to.

There's a knock on the door, and Liam comes in with a timid smile. "Hey, was just checking up on you two," He says, frowning when he notices the state Harry's in. "Do you guys need anything?"

"Uh, I think we're both okay,"  Louis says with a weak grin. "Thanks, L-Li."

"I need my husband to not be dying," Harry mumbles into Louis' chest, and Louis just closes his eyes and sighs. He can see Liam just staring at them both, but he doesn't say anything, because he doesn't know what to say. Louis just shrugs, hoping Liam isn't worried.

"Okay, well," Liam clears his throat. "Text me if you need anything."

"We will," Louis assures, and Liam leaves. As soon as he does, Harry heaves out a sob. Louis sighs. "Oh, baby."

"Hurts, Lou," Harry mumbles, sniffling as Louis holds him tighter.

"I-I know, lovey," Louis coos, running his fingers through Harry's hair. "I'm so sorry, I know i-it hurts."

"Can I-" Harry whimpers, then grunts, then grips onto Louis' t-shirt. "Can I lay into you?"

"Of course, Hazza," Louis assures. Harry sits up shakily, slowly turning around and manually spreading Louis' legs to be more open. He then lays back, his achy back against Louis' chest. Louis hooks his chin over the top of Harry's head, moving his hands so they're holding both of Harry's.

"I love you," Harry breathes out, squeezing Louis' hands. He's so distressed and anxious, Louis hates it. He wishes there were something he could do, but he can't really not die.

"I-I love you too," Louis soothes, reaching up and brushing hair out of Harry's face. "Focus on breathing, okay?"

Harry nods weakly, squeezing Louis' hand tight as his own tremble. Louis leans over and kisses Harry's cheek. "I-I want her middle name to be Louis," Harry mumbles through gritted teeth. Louis raises his eyebrows.

"Really?" He asks softly, and Harry nods. "Hazza, you sure you want my stupid old name? We can come u-up with something prettier, love."

"Want yours," Harry practically grows, hunching forward when the contraction gets more intense. "Wanted yours when we got married, want yours now."

Louis grins. "Addison Louis Tomlinson," He whispers, Harry leaning back into him and sighing once the contraction passes. "Are y-you sure, sweetheart?"

"Yes," Harry says softly. "Positive."

"Okay," Louis sighs wearily. "Alright, love."

♛

"Okay, Mr. Tomlinson, time to push."

Harry is sobbing, legs held up by two nurses as he grips onto Louis' hand. Louis feels terrible, he hates seeing Harry in pain. He wonders if Harry feels this way watching him in pain.

Harry pushes down, face bright red as he tucks his chin to his chest. "Good, love, you're doing good, you can stop," The doctor says behind her mask. Harry just cries, Louis lifting his hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.