The Perfect Match.

Chapter 76

"Harry, I'm home," Louis is yelling as he's walking through the front door that next Friday evening. "Work was murder... again..."

"I figured that you would be home much earlier," Harry's calling to him from the kitchen.

Louis sighs and rolls his eyes, "that was the original plan, yes.  Had a child who started running a high fever towards the end of the day, they worked him in..."

"It's not a big deal, babe," Harry's chuckling some when Louis finally rounds the corner and sees him at the stove. "Dinner's done though."

"Do I dare ask what you made?" Louis finds himself smirking as he's walking over to Harry, planting a small kiss on his lips.

"Chicken Alfredo for my sister," Harry replies and shakes his head. "And she begged for garlic bread... these baby cravings..."

"What? Nothing wrong with garlic," Louis chuckles and leans against the countertop.

"She hates garlic," Harry glances at him, "when she wasn't pregnant she used to crawl my ass for eating it..."

"What?" Louis laughs, "you're fucking kidding, right?"

"No," Harry shakes his head, "wish I was. Sure she'll say something about the kale salad..."

"What?" Louis hears Gemma chiming in from the living room doorway and Louis can't help but laugh to himself.

"Nothing, sis," Harry's mumbling and winking at Louis. "What time's the appointment tomorrow?"

"Oh, at 10 am," Gemma's sighing and taking a seat at the bar, Emma walking in behind. "What time is the dance?"

"7," Emma replies as Louis is looking over at her. "Daddy, you're still going, right?"

"Yes," Louis nods and looks at Harry, "I just gotta change."

"Me too. But you go first. I'm sure you wanna get out of those clothes." Harry smirks at his husband. "I'm just in old paint clothes."

Louis grins and heads out of the kitchen, straight for the staircase to their room.

His mind wanders as he's changing out of his work clothes; he's putting on black skinny jeans, fixing his button up flannel shirt and then tying to run his fingers through his messy hair, his eyes staying ahead.

So many thoughts are racing through Louis' head now. He knows that things are about to change.... so many things are changing at once.

"We have time to eat," Harry's saying when he walks in on Louis' blank staring face. "Are you alright?"

Louis sighs and smiles some, "yeah, sorry. Just... tired."

"You didn't sleep too much last night," Harry nods and continues staring at Louis. "Is there something bothering you?"

"Uh, no," Louis shrugs, "I'm, uh... I'm just a bit nervous."

Harry licks his lips some and nods. "About... the boys...."

Louis nods and glances away. "I'm only one person, Harry. That's 4 kids I'm responsible for..."

"I'm responsible for them, too," Harry speaks up, his tone changing. "You act as if we're not in this together, Lou...."

"We are, but," Louis sighs and rubs his hands together, "you heard Jeff today.... if... if something goes wrong..."

"Nothing is going to go wrong," Harry almost yells. "God, Lou, please don't do this right now...."

"Harry, Jeff told me himself that you were high risk," Louis exclaims, Harry's eyes not breaking away. "The odds aren't stacked in your favour..."

"That's what this is about?" Harry nods and sighs, "I... I thought that we were living each day as if it was my last anyhow? I didn't realise  I needed a doctor to make that official..."