Josilyn POV
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"I love you, forever, okay?" He says, looking at me seriously.
"How many times have you told me that in the last thirty minutes?" I ask.
"Twenty-two," Zayn grunts from beside us.
"I got twenty-three," Liams huffs from the backseat.
"He's told Brianna eleven times," Harry adds non-enthusiasticly from the passenger seat.
"That's what I thought. And as you know, I love you too," I say slowly and kiss his cheek. He rests his head on my shoulder and nuzzles his face into my neck, sighing.
"God I love you."
The whole car erupts into groans, "twenty-four."
"He's going to hit fifty before we even reach the airport."
Louis ignores them but I find it hard to and find myself speaking up in his defence.
"You guys can moan and groan when you're leaving your nine month pregnant, with twins, due in less than two weeks, wife behind, along with your 1 1/2 year old daughter. Until you do, shut the hell up okay?" I snap, beyond annoyed.
"Well then," Harry says.
Louis snickers and pulls me closer to him, "That's why... I love you." He kisses me on the lips, "If anyone lost track, that was twenty-five."
The van pulls up to the airport and everyone gets out. I let Louis unbuckle Bri and take her out of the car seat. Everyone goes on ahead, with the paps and their bodyguards accompanying them of course, but I stay back and watch as he pulls her noteably close to him, hugging her tightly. She hugs back.
He lets out an upset sigh and grabs my hand, squeezing it, and then leading us into the airport, away from all the horrible flashes. We stop at a bench and rest into each other's arm.
It was close to Louis's boarding zone but far enough for a bit of privacy, and also a safe distance away from paps who were far away and behind the No paparazzi past this point sign, yet still trying to zoom in and take pictures.
Louis focuses down on Brianna, who was sitting on his lap and fiddling with her shoes, trying to pull them off. He frowned when she pulled it off and gave it to him.
"Don't look like that, our babies are due in two weeks. You should be happy."
"I am I just," he shakes his head, "A lot can happen in two weeks."
I scowl, looking away from him. I hate when he talks like that and he knows it.
"Look I'm sorry, I'll think positive from now on," he says.
"I need you to."
"I will," he kisses my head and I rest it back onto his shoulder.
"Oh– geez I almost forgot. I would've hated myself," he turns around and pulls off his backpack, digging through it. He moves some things around a bit before he pulls out two objects.
I smile, "Louis what on earth are you doing with two mini, pink and flowery, walkie talkies? Do these work?" I ask and take one.
He takes it back, "Yes it does. It's for Brianna," he slides the strap, holding the walkie talkie, around her neck, "And me." He slides his own pink walkie talkie over his neck.
"You look ridiculous," I giggle, "and anyway Brianna's not going to know how to work that Louis. Point for creativity though."
"No, I taught her while we were at home. Watch," he stands and sits Brianna down onto the bench, before excitedly running off down to his boarding zone and hiding behind a chair.
