book babies | l.s mpreg au

5. a book about the book baby?

louis' back to writing.

well, as much as he can.

harry comes home from work some days to find louis and percy laid out on the bed, with percy asleep on harry's side of the bed and louis with his laptop in his lap.

or louis in the kitchen bouncing around from foot to foot while percy rests in the baby bjourn on his chest, while he types away on his laptop.

or one of his favourites - louis breastfeeding with one arm and typing with the other.

so when he comes home in december to find louis and three month old percy in the living room without a laptop, its quite unusual.

he's taking off his scarf as he watches percy who's laid on his stomach on a blanket on the floor. "hey?"

louis looks up from his phone. "hi!"

"where's the laptop?"

"i finished!" louis exclaims. "i woke up at three and just started writing." he tells him. "it was amazing. i fell back asleep at four, but i had the epilogue almost done. and as soon as i woke up and got percy ready for the morning, i finished!"

harry grins. "so you're finished?"

"yeah. and its sent into the editor, and once its edited and good, terry jemeni is going to call me to discuss getting a artist for the cover." louis stands up and puts his arms out. "i think i deserve a hug."

harry laughs and wraps his arms around his smaller husband. "that's fantastic, lou." he rubs his back and kisses his hair. "i'm so proud of you."

"yeah?" louis grins. "i want you to read it."

"oh?" harry asks. this is different. usually louis doesn't want harry to read his books (even though louis' fantastic, his books are hits). "you do?"

"yeah." louis smiles, pulling away. "its dedicated to percy."

harry nods and leans down to pick up percy. "hear that, little squid. daddy dedicated his book to you!" he sits down on the couch and situates percy on his lap. "what did little squid do today?"

"pooped and ate and laid on his tummy and cuddled with daddy a bit and took a picture with daddy." louis says, unlocking his cell phone to show harry the picture of percy laying on louis' chest with his blue eyes wide and his mouth open a little in an 'o' shape. "look at our cutie."

harry's eyes light up at the picture.

louis smiles widely and sits down next to them and tucks his legs under his butt and then looks over at his husband. "hazza."

"hmm?"

"could you make me some pasta?"

harry grins. "actual pasta? not the box stuff?"

louis purses his lips. "no. box pasta."

harry rolls his eyes and hands over percy, who squeaks. "sure, babe. does perc need a bottle?"

"yeah." louis nods, raking his fingers gently through percy's little baby hairs. "please, if you wanna make it? i can breastfeed if i have to."

"no, i'll make it. i wanna feed him."

"alright." louis looks down at percy. "papa's gonna make you a bottle!" he coos. "yay! papa's gonna make you a bottle and then you're gonna get to eat, and spit up, probably, and then we get to put you in pyjamas and cuddle."

percy gurgles.

"i know." louis murmurs. "tell papa to hurry up." he leans down and presses a kiss to his head.