Harry and Louis stayed with the babies for as long as the nurse let them, which was about the time span of an hour. The Dom simply stroked the soft fuzz of their little heads and listened to Louis ramble on to them, his voice soft and enamored.
“We didn’t even get your room painted yet Little Fuzzies, or set up for that matter,” the boy cooed. “But um… sir, will we have it set up by the time they come home?”
“Mhmm,” Harry agreed. “They’ll have a place ready for them when they get to come home.”
Louis tilted his head, examining Blaine while Harry held a pinky up to Brielle’s foot, in awe at the fact that his littlest finger was twice the size of his baby girl’s foot. The sub touched the back of his neck in confusion however, pushing at his collar a little, “They don’t have… their Dom or sub markings, those aren’t there?”
“They fade in,” Harry frowned. “You can kind of see the start of them, the swirls. They just aren’t colored yet. We’ll know soon enough. Until then, we might have to get your tutor back in fairly quickly if you’ve already forgotten these things.”
“And our babies?”
“I can take care of our babies while you learn,” Harry chuckled. “They’re much more interesting than my emails.”
Louis cracked a small smile, his heart swelling for both his babies and his Dom. But then their baby boy woke up extremely unhappy, squirming weakly with his little arms hitting his tubes, and the nurse quickly and nervously asked them to leave.
“You can come back in two hours, but we do need a bit of time to work and make sure they’re receiving everything they need,” she explained.
And so it was with a heavy heart that Harry wheeled Louis away, having to be helped by another nurse so that Louis’ IV pole wouldn’t tip. As Harry helped Louis move onto the bed, the nurse had him lean forward so she could remove Louis’ epidural. She gave Louis two little pills in replacement for his pain control and told him to call if they needed to up his dosage. Louis didn’t seem to care much about his pain, simply playing with the scratchy hospital blanket.
Before Harry even got the chance to talk to the boy, Dr. Gianni entered the room with some sort of folder in his hands.
“Mr. Styles and Mr. Tomlinson, we’ve got a little bit more paperwork for you to fill out,” he said. “Although I understand this is probably the last thing you want right now. However, I have also received you a copy of some of our records, basically something parents like to put in baby books or other things like them. It just has the birth date, time, weight, and measurements for the babies as well as their little footprint ink stamps.
Louis instantly thrust his hand out eagerly for the folder, and the man lifted an eyebrow as he looked to Harry. Harry took the paperwork but simply motioned for the doctor to hand over the folder with their babies’ information to Louis. Louis was the one who had been received the worst end of things, had wanted these babies for so long, so Harry figured Louis should get to see the folder if he wanted the folder. He did sit next to him, though, to look himself.
Female
1:45p.m
2.11 LBS 13.3 IN
Brown Hair
Blue Eyes
Male
1:49p.m
3.1 LBS 14.1 IN
Brown Hair
Green Eyes
At the bottom of each identification column was their babies’ tiny little footprints, and Louis lightly touched both ink marks with his fingertips.
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Their Submission {BDSM} {Larry Mpreg} BOOK 2
RomanceA lot has happened since Harry and Louis were matched together. They were able to quickly and almost completely get over everything that has brought them down rather than up. Louis had learned that he didn't have to submit to everyone and Harry lear...
