"Lou! I'm home!" Louis smiled giddily and sat down as sensuous as he could with a five month pregnant belly. He grew uncomfortable and sighed in defeat, figuring he should just lay down. He sighes and rubbed over his belly and upper torso, remembering to avoid the sensitivity of his padded nipples.
"In here, love!" Louis called out to him once he was comfortable.
Harry's footsteps bounced from the hardwood floors as he entered the room, eyes going dark as he laid them on Louis.
"Hello, beautiful." And Louis would be lying if he said that didn't make his knees go weak.
"Hi, love." He purred. Harry sauntered over to him and crawled onto the bed. He hovered over Louis' entirety, pecking his round stomach as he did so.
"You look beautiful."
"I think we've established that." Louis giggled.
"Then, I'll keep saying it." Harry smirked.
"Oi, you bugger. Your hand is pinching my arm." Louis laughed. Harry moved his hand out of the way to avoid further 'injury'.
"I'm sorry, Lou."
"Just shut up and snog me." Louis pulled Harry's curls and forced his lips onto his own. Harry went pliant and relaxed over Louis, not caring if Louis dominated the kiss.
Louis laced his legs around Harry's torso, suddenly feeling excruciating pain in his abdomen. He groaned in pain and scrunched his eyebrows. Harry took it as a sign to kiss deeper, for he had not seen Louis' agony through closed lids.
The pain grew sharp and no longer able to ignore. He pulled away and screamed. Harry's eyes widened in horror, thinking he caused Louis' pain.
"Lou! Oh shit, are you alright?!"
"Fuck shit fuck, Harry!" He cursed. The pain grew worse and was starting to get to Louis. He sat up abruptly wrapped his arm around the bottom of his bump.
"Lou, where did I hurt you?!"
"Y-you didn't! Harry, something's wrong! They've never kicked that hard before!"
"Let me get you into some joggers, we're going to the hospital." Harry muttered before swiftly pulling the sweats onto Louis and pulling him up from the bed.
"Harry, it's probably not that severe."
"We're going. Put on your TOMS in the car." Harry grabbed the keys from the bowl and pulled open the door. Louis slipped his shoes on and wobbled to the passenger's side as quickly as he could.
"Hazza!!!" Louis screeched at the top of his lungs. Harry jammed the keys into the ignition and backed up as quickly as possible.
He sped through cars, made illegal u-turns, ran red lights: basically undergone every traffic violation there was. To make matters worse, the cops were on his tail.
"Damn it!"
"Slow sown, Harry!"
"You are going to the hospital without ANY delays, Lou!" He boomed. Louis whined, but kept his mouth closed nonetheless.
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"Oh my God!!! Harry, it's even worse!" Louis cried as Harry helped him into the hospital. The cops followed suit with their weapons ready at hand.
Once Harry reached the reception hall, Louis wailed and sunk to the floor. Harry pulled him up, allowing the nurses to help aid Louis. The police grabbed Harry's arms and held him down as the nurses put Louis in a wheelchair.
"Louis- let me go! The health of my children are on the line!"
"Harry- no! Please let him go, I need him with me!" He gripped the desk to keep him from moving forward.
"We are to arrest him for violating traffic laws and resistance of arrest." Louis grew impatient. He was in pain and these stupic cops were keeping Harry from him. He grabbed the closest thing- a pen holder- and threw it at the cop's head. The officer stilled and turned his head to glare at Louis.
"Listen up, mate. I'm pregnant with his children right now and I don't appreciate you and your crew coming in here and arresting him when I need him most! You peasants are going to unhand him this instant or I will throw the computer next!" He growled through gritted teeth. The cops weren't reluctant to let Harry go. Louis smiled and thanked them, prior to screaming again.
"How far along is he?"
"Five months."
"Oh, he may be ready."
"What?! What happened to eight months?!" The nurse rolled Louis down the hall, Harry holding his hand.
"You don't do your research, do you? Male pregnancy typically results in premature births. And there's a possibility your children could have birth defects or even a parasitic twins. Just pray your children are healthy."
"Wait what?!" They hurried into the lift and pressed a button on the elevator.
"Men don't have a uterus. Because your children don't have a womb to be protected in, there's a good probability they'll have a defect."
"You mean there's a chance our children aren't healthy?" The nurse wheeled Louis to a private room and removed his clothes for a proper gown.
"There's only one way to find out."
