"Harry! Can you give me a hand with this?" Louis called from the kitchen. Harry sighed and rolled himself off the couch and to the kitchen.
"What do you need, Lou."
"I can't reach the tea." Louis hops up on his tiptoes in attempt to reach the highest cabinet that held his tea.
"Let me get it and you can start boiling the water." Harry smirked behind Louis' back. Next to his beauty, his size was Harry's favorite thing about him.
"Yeah, ok." Louis grabbed the kettle and trudged to the sink to fill it with water as Harry got the tea with little effort. Louis pouted again, turning the burner on.
"Why such the sad face?"
"I can never get that tea. Why do you always keep it there when you know I can't reach?"
"Because you look cute jumping up and down with that little pout."
"No I don't."
"Yes. You do," he pecked Louis' nose. "When do you want me to get started on dinner?"
"Now's fine."
"We just had lunch."
"Then can we have a snack?"
"You can. What 're you craving?"
"Poh! Those toffee coated sunflower kernels with the buttercream ice cream?"
"I'm so grateful you're not craving things like cupcakes and olives or something."
"Ew. Olives are shit. But cupcakes don't sound too bad."
"Do you want cupcakes then?" Louis shrugged.
"Not really. But thanks, love." Louis giggled.
"Go sit down on the couch and I'll fix you your ice cream and tea." Louis nodded obediently and scurried off into the living room. Harry pulled out one of the many tubs of ice cream in their freezer and scooped three scoopfuls of ice cream into the bowl.
"Oh and Harry?"
"Yes, Lou?" Harry inquired as he topped the ice cream with the toffee coated sunflower kernels.
"Can you put chocolate syrup on it?" Harry chuckled and pulled the chocolate topping out of the refrigerator.
"Anything for my babies."
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Louis held a spoonful of ice cream to Harry's face. Harry smiled down at Louis, who requested to wear one of Harry's jumpers at all times- not that Harry minded. He opened his mouth in a silent gesture for Louis to push the spoon into his mouth. Louis rolled his eyes but followed the gesture with a smile.
"The toffee kernels really bring out the buttercream."
"I'm so grateful for you're 'normal' cravings."
"Me, too. I don't want to see myself eating foods I hate."
"You will eventually. At this point, you really have no control over your body."
"I know," Louis frowned. "Our kid does."
"But when he or she comes out, we'll have control over them. Afterall, they're basically a slave." Harry quotes some YouTube video he saw for some sort of ridiculous product seen on real life TV. It's funny because it's true.
"You and that infomercial parody." Louos sighed as he set the empty bowl on the coffee table.
"I can't help it. So... when do you think we should start preparing?"
