Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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"Well, your sperm count is pretty good," the doctor says as he reads Harry's charts, "you've got a high chance for a successful surrogacy."

"What about me?" Louis says, and the doctor looks at his.

"Not so well, Louis." The doll looks upset, and disappointed. "It's a two percent chance of success if we go forward with your sperm."

"Well, we wanted twins so one could be mine and the other could be his." Harry says, and the doctor shakes his head.

"I'm sorry to tell you that only one child is likely to make it if you decide to go route. It'd be a mistake." The doctor mumbles. Harry clenches his jaw, and looks at the floor. A mistake?

"Well," Louis fidgets a little in his seat, "we can just have twins with your sperm, Haz. I don't mind."

"No," Harry whispers, "two percent is still a chance. We can't just give that up. If it doesn't work the first time, then we'll do plan b. I don't think it's smart to just overlook whatever slim chance we have."

"I think it's extremely smart." The doctor rebuttals.

"Well, it's our future children." The doctor rubs his forehead. "Just one try. Please."

Louis holds Harry's hand, seeing the begging look on his husband's face. "Harry—"

"Please."

The doctor, and Louis watch Harry carefully. Neither can read his mind or understand his thought process, but both can see how much he wants this. Even if it doesn't work out, it's something he wants so badly.

The doctor sighs, and nods. "Alright."

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Louis lays on his side, facing away from Harry with the covers up to his chest. Harry's by his side, and watching the doll with worry. It's been two months into the process, and both eggs have been fertilized and have taken to their surrogate's womb. The doctor called them lucky, especially Louis, to have things work out in one go, but told the couple it's still a high chance of things going sour real fast. The two percent sticks to his mind every day, and he can't shake the melancholy feeling he has. If he was born human, would he still have this problem?

"Louis," Harry whispers but he doesn't get an answer, "baby, you can't be sad like this."

"If this doesn't work," Louis mumbles into the covers, "then we waisted months for nothing. I would be the reason for the baby dying."

"That is not true." Harry holds him. "One baby, two babies, or three. All mine, or not. I don't care. I just wanted us to try, but this will not be your fault if it doesn't work."

"Then who's fault would it be?" Louis peaks over his shoulder at him.

"Sometimes," Harry swallows, "sometimes there is no one to blame. Things happen, and there's no one to blame because it just wasn't meant to be. We shouldn't even be talking like this, you know. Putting this kind of energy out in the universe isn't healthy."

"I'm scared." The doll whispers. "I'm so excited, but scared that you'll be so disappointed in me."

Harry frowns. "In you? Never."

"In me." Louis confirms, and he rolls to completely face Harry. He lays his head on the man's chest. "I'd be so disappointed me."

"Nothing is going to go wrong, okay?" Harry rubs his back, and kisses his forehead. "We just have to... to..."

"What? We have to what?" The muffled question comes as Harry stutters. The man looks at the picture of his mother on the night stand, and frowns.

"Trust. Just trust, and believe."

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"Would you like to know the sex?" The doctor asks as he rolls the wand around on the surrogate's skin, showing the grey and blurred image of two healthy babies. One is smaller, Louis takes that one's his, but the doctor said they're still developing really well.

"Yeah." Harry nods. They've decorated the nursing room as gender neutral, but Louis did get 'boy' and 'girl' toys. He just really liked the dolls, and little sport balls. Harry would find Louis talking and playing with the toys, and the man knows that the doll got those toys for himself rather than the children.

"You have," the doctor maneuvers the wand a little, "two girls."

Harry's face falls, and Louis cheers. "Oh, wow."

"That's a four person house, split even." Louis does the math quickly. Thanks to Harry, the doll's gotten good in a lot of critical skills. Math is one. "I have two princesses!"

"That's double the periods." Harry whispers, and the surrogate laughs. Louis watches Harry curl into himself. "Double the dates, and heartbreak. Oh, no— what if they sync? God."

"Huh?" Louis says dumbly. He's heard Harry rant about raising a girl before. The man wasn't exactly opposed, but he was terrified. Louis still doesn't understand because Anne, and Gemma are amazing. Then again, there was a Kala. Louis shakes his head of the thought. He will not raise a Kala.

"Nothing, Lou." The surrogate says. "I'm sure Harry's excited."

Harry grunts, and raises a thumb as approval. Not that he has much of a choice in sex, anyway. "Uh huh."

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"They're in the nursery." The doctor says when they rush in. It's three in the morning, and they missed the call that came in two hours ago.

"She gave birth in two hours?" Harry whispers, and the doctor chuckles.

"You're lucky it wasn't two days." He says. "I've assisted women in labor for five days."

"Oh, wow." Louis frowns. "Is she alright?"

"She's asleep." The doctor shakes their hands, and smiles proudly. "Your girls are healthy, and beautiful. Go see them."

He motions for a nurse to help them, and the couple follows her. Feelings sweep them, and Harry finds himself sweating while Louis breathes a little harder. As they walk down halls, things become quieter and the movements become softer. There isn't a heavy smell of chemicals, but there is a luring scent of baby soap and powder. The nurse stops at a metal door, and Louis peaks at the windows by it's side.

"Babies." He whispers, and jumps on his toes. The nurse smiles, and Harry wraps a strong arm around him.

"You'll have to scrub up." The nurse says once they're inside, and motions to the wall furthest from the cribs. There's a large sink, and Harry leads Louis over. "I'll get some scrubs from the back. Please be quiet, and don't move from the sink until I get back."

When the nurse has them scrubbed up, she takes them to the two cribs in the middle of the room. There, with pink hats and wrapped in pink blankets, laid their twin babies. Louis covers his mouth, not wanting to scream in pure excitement, and Harry just watches in amazement.

One little girl blinks her eyes open, and Harry sees a pretty blue for a quick second. She puckers her lips, as if she's nursing, and grunts. Harry smiles at her. "Beautiful."

Louis looks at the other, and he takes note of the soft little curls peaking from the bottom of her hat. She yawns, gums on display, and the doll coos softly. "Hi."

"They still need names." The nurse whispers.

"Kleio." Harry whispers to Louis, and motions to the baby he was staring at. Louis hums, and looks at the other.

"Maia." Louis grins. "Styles."

Harry hums, and holds him as he watches the girls sleep. "Styles."

I deadass love these names, dont rip them
:( xx