Not So Simple

Chapter Sixteen

Month 7

As excited as Louis is about living in a new house, he absolutely loathes the moving.

Now that Louis has gone into his seventh month and is only two months away from having the babies, Harry has gone into super-protective mode. He won't let Louis pick up any boxes or bins or even knickknacks, of all things! He just makes Louis sit in the moving truck or out of the way from all the movers so he and the babies won't get hurt, quote Harry. And, yeah, it's kind of ridiculously sweet how much Harry cares, but it's also annoying.

Considering the fact that they really don't have too much stuff between the two of them, they're moved in by a couple of days. It's strange, saying goodbye to the flat they've lived in for so long, but it's also nice, too. It's a way of saying goodbye to the old and hello to the new, Louis thinks.

At the moment, Louis is eating sushi that he had Harry pick up for him on their new kitchen table. Harry's next to him (he's always next to him these days), occasionally stealing a piece of Louis' sushi and laughing when Louis squeals.

He's almost done when he says "You know, we still have so much we need to do before the babies are born.", his hand falling subconsciously to rest on his bulge.

Harry looks at him confusedly. "Like what?" he questions.

"Well, first off, we're going to need clothes for the both of them. We haven't even bought clothes yet, Harry. Plus we're going to need blankets, toys, bottles, pacifiers, diapers. I mean...the list just goes on and on. Then we're going to need to set the nursery up, because obviously our babies are going to need a place to sleep and get changed and stuff. And...And food, too. We're going to need to get that formula stuff because I am not breastfeeding. That'd be so weird."

Harry smirks at him, leaning in so he's whispering thickly in his ear. "I think that'd be really fucking hot, actually."

Louis' breath gets caught in his throat, but he bats Harry away weakly with a hand to his chest. "You would say that. You're not the one who has two little mouths on your nipples."

"Louis, babe, I've had my mouth on your nipples plenty of times before. I don't see why two baby's mouths would be any different from that."

Louis actually chokes on his sticky rice and has to take a long gulp from his water bottle. "You are very, very strange, Styles," he murmurs, his voice slightly rough from choking. "I don't know why I like you so much."

Harry simply hums happily under his breath. He pauses for a moment to look at Louis. "Are you sure you don't want a baby shower, Lou? We wouldn't have to buy as much and-"

"No," Louis says quickly, cutting Harry off then and there. "I don't want people seeing how fat I am and it'd just be one huge commotion-"

It's Harry's turn to interrupt Louis. He scoots closer to him and connects their lips, massaging Louis' stomach in the way he's done since Louis first discovered he was pregnant. "You're not fat, baby," he whispers into Louis' mouth, kissing him again, "You're so beautiful, always beautiful. I don't know how you could possibly think otherwise."

Louis' breathing is coming out ragged because he and Harry really haven't done much of this lately. They've been stressed out over the babies and moving and getting everything done in time. They haven't completely taken a moment just to unwind and kiss and touch. So, basically, Louis is a bit horny and Harry is right there.

"If you're saying that to get something out of me, you're not. I'm seven months pregnant. You're not-" Louis lets out a shaky breath as Harry begins trailing wet and warm kisses down his neck, "You're not getting anything out of me until the b-babies are here."