Their Submission {BDSM} {Larry Mpreg} BOOK 2

Chapter 3

Louis was going through the baby clothes for the thousandth time that day when Harry walked in, hands shoved into his pockets. "Sir?" Louis asked, pushing the clothes from his lap. He was sitting in the middle of their bed, the bags of clothes surrounding him, they've been in his possession for a week but he couldn't get over how they felt or how small they were. He'd been examining them fondly all afternoon.

"Looks like Grimmy isn't going to wait much longer. He wants us on his show pretty badly," Harry told the sub, watching as he pouted, folding a yellow onesie. "I told him that we weren't going to go but he's made an announcement about it today, said we'd be on there this evening," Harry added. He wanted to wait one more month, the douchebag couldn't wait one more month. Louis was only ten weeks, things could still go wrong.

"Everyone would want to know," Louis curled both his hands around his belly. The twins had gone through a much needed growth spurt and now Louis' belly, if you knew he was pregnant, was unmistakable. He had a little pouch that stuck out two fingers past the lip of his pants, he's grown out of many of his jeans and moved onto jeggings and tights. "They're growing though. That means everything's good right?" He asked, scooting himself off the bed so he could walk to Harry and snuggle himself in the Dom's warm chest.

Harry sighed, pulling his hands from his pockets to wrap them around Louis, holding him as tight as he dared. "Liam has assured they're perfectly fine. In two weeks we can do another ultrasound and get more pictures, their heartbeats," Harry told Louis, nodding toward the baby book the sub had started to make. Louis nodded, looking up at Harry with wide blue eyes and a huge smile. "I'm going to tell Grimmy that we'll be there," Harry added and Louis smile went away, the sub furrowed his brows.

"I don't like him," he voiced, pulling from Harry's grip to start putting the baby clothes away. It wasn't good to just leave them out, he didn't want to lose any.

"Liam and Niall will join us to help make sure everything goes smoothly. With the paps and all, I need Liam to be close to make sure nothing happens," Harry said, turning to leave the room. He had to type the email out.

"Can I go with you? I'll be quiet," Louis promised, folding his arms around his middle, it was habit now, Harry figured it was something motherly.

"You can come with me," Harry agreed, holding a hand out in invitation for Louis to join him. The boy quickly hanged up the baby clothes so he could join Harry, tucking himself under Harry's arm. The Dom led them to his office, but he released Louis so that Louis could sit on his usual couch and he could sit at his desk. Louis was quiet like he promised as Harry typed up the email, but he was quietly pouting as he rubbed soft circles onto his belly.

It wasn't Harry's fault that they had to go talk on Nick Grimshaw's show, and Louis wasn't at all angry with him. He simply wanted the talk show host to fall off the face of the earth. In the back of his mind he could almost hear Harry's light scolding, telling him that good boys don't have violent thoughts like that, but then again Harry had also told Louis to treat Nick Grimshaw however he pleased. If Louis could follow through with it without embarrassing Harry on live television again, then he would give Grimshaw a piece of his mind. He'd tell him to get away from Harry because Harry was Louis'. Harry was his Dom and he wasn't going to just let other subs get all handsy and flirty with the older man.

"Sweets, why are you scowling?" Harry broke Louis from his train of thought, and Louis' head snapped up in surprise.

"Oh," Louis croaked, embarrassed at being caught seething, but he couldn't lie to his Dom. "Because I don't like Nick Grimshaw."

The Dom sighed, shutting his laptop and leaning back in his chair, "Come here, pet."

Louis hurried over, preparing to sit on Harry's lap before his hand fluttered nervously to his stomach, "I'm getting bigger, if I sit on your lap I might hurt you and I-"