Not So Simple

Chapter Three

Month 3

Once Louis hits the third month mark in his pregnancy, his morning sickness slowly starts to drift away until he's left with nothing but the occasionally queasiness. He'll take it if it means not getting sick any longer.

But with this comes something else; cravings. And Louis' got them bad. One morning (it's two o'clock am to be precise) he finds himself at Tesco's, buying a pint of cookie dough ice cream. He finishes it on the way home without a second thought.

Louis's actually surprised by some of the things he ends up eating, such as pickles dipped in peanut butter, sour cream and onion crisps with salsa, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza. Whenever Harry asks him what he wants for dinner that night, his answer is automatic; pizza, with mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni, extra cheese, and olives. Harry looks at him a little quizzically, (Louis normally only gets extra cheese) but always ends up ordering the pizza anyway.

It's not until they're shopping for groceries that Harry questions Louis' new eating habits.

"Hmmm. What sort of ice cream should we get?" Harry asks, his eyes scanning over all the different flavours.

Just thinking about the creamy goodness makes Louis' mouth water.

"We should definitely get mint chocolate chip." Harry reaches into the freezer to pull out the carton. "No! Cookies and cream!" Harry puts away the mint chocolate chip, replacing it with cookies and cream. "Actually, chocolate sounds the best."

Harry huffs. "Just pick an ice cream flavour!"

Louis takes this decision very seriously. The birthday cake looks delicious, and Louis' had it before, so he knows it's good. Yet the cherry vanilla is calling to him. Cherries in general, really. He'll have to ask Harry if they can get some. He ponders which flavour for a second too long, and Harry shakes his head.

"Never mind. I'll pick for you!" Harry says, pulling out a carton of pistachio ice cream. Louis snarls at the carton. He hates pistachios and Harry knows that.

"That's not fair, Hazza! I was about to choose! I promise!" He pouts. Louis doesn't let Harry respond, snatching at the carton and putting it back inside the freezer. He grabs some chocolate fudge brownie ice cream instead, licking his lips eagerly.

Harry scrunches his nose at Louis' choice. "It's going to be awfully sweet."

"That's the point!" laughs Louis, and the two continue to make their way through the store.

They make their way down aisle after aisle, Louis throwing just about everything inside their cart. It's not his fault; all the food looks incredibly good. Blame the baby, not him.

"Boo, we're not getting pickles. You don't even like pickles!"

"That was because I hadn't tried them! Do you know how good they taste? So salty and crunchy and-"

Harry bites back a chuckle. "Fine. You can get the damn pickles." He murmurs.

Louis whoops childishly. Even if Harry had said no, Louis would've been sneaking out of the flat late that night, ultimately buying the pickles. He kisses the jar before placing it inside their full cart.

When they're back at the flat and all done shopping, Harry looks at the bags unbelievingly. He shakes his head at Louis.

"I can't believe we pretty much bought everything there."

"We did not! We just got a few necessities is all." Louis shrugs, because it's no big deal. It's only food and he needs it.

Harry pulls out a box of caramel. "Since when was caramel to dip sliced apples in a necessity?"