My Alpha, Your Omega

Chapter 18: My Forever Home

Louis's POV

It wasn't too hard balancing school and Harry because he would be asleep upwards to 3-6 hours, so I was able to rest and in the day time study. My teachers made it possible for me to record my lectures because I've always been a pretty good student that always got everything in on time. Although next year they wouldn't do this for me, only because of Harry. Actually, I went ahead and paid off his loan and his other half of his tuition so it wouldn't be hard on his family. I wonder if they knew it was from me, or if they haven't been informed yet, but I just wanted something to mend the bridges between his family and mine. It wasn't like we hated each other, but they thought I hurt him or something so I never felt like I could call them. Not being able to talk too much to Harry, I haven't even asked him if I should tell his parents...

The clusterfuck dream... now I understand it all. The kids, the knotting, the dark figure, the disappointment from parents.

I had to bring that up once he's more lucid. "Louis!?" He shot up and sat up looking for me. I run from the desk to him and hugged him tightly, "I'm here bear, you're okay." And before I could even finish the sentence he was out like a light. Harry kept on doing that through the last 2 days, and I was getting a bit worried. He was taking the same amount of rest, but he woke up often like this. Gently I re-tucked him into the bed and then I heard my mom's voice from the hallway. I rush to see her and hug her. It's been a while since I saw her last and our last phone call was a few days ago, "Where is he?! I want to see that baby bump and see who you've chosen! I heard from your dad he's very handsome and cute." She said cheerily. "No mom, he's still recovering and he would be mortified to wake up to see my mom here. He's really very traditional." I say after she passed me to find the master room. I was just about to argue, "Louis, I just want to see him real quick and see the baby bump, please." She asked and looked somber and I nodded. Following me closely, we both went into the master room and she gasps when she sees the love of my life, "Oh he's too cute! Can I touch his belly?" She looks up at me and I nod being very proud of my Harry.

Her hand slightly shakes as she touches his stomach and then with the other she puts her hand up to her mouth. She looks up at me, "Oh he's beautiful!" She whispers, I smile and nod and gesture her to come on out and we head to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?", She replied with water and I got her some and put it on the counter where she took a sit on a bar stool. "How are you mom?" She chuckles absolutely not about to babble about herself, "Have you knotted him yet? It's good for him, you know?" I sigh, telling her no and that he hasn't been very lucid and that he needed to rest.

See, my mom was one of those sex positive, accept everyone, kind of woman. When I became a teenager, consent was always her top priority to teach. To respect and how to get an omega off "properly", which was kind of mortifying, but I did enjoy the openness of my parents telling me the real stuff about relationship and sex.

I told her about him in detail and she looked so happy for me. I was lucky to have such an accepting mom. She said he sounded lovely and wouldn't mind at all to babysit, which was great because I didn't want Harry to struggle. Especially because his parents were pretty far away from him. I could tell she couldn't wait to really meet him, and for that I was relieved because when I told them that the omega I bonded with and he left me, it left a bitter taste in their mouths. It scared me that they would just hate him automatically, but again, I was lucky they were so understanding of Harry.

Harry's parents were the opposite of mine, but I wanted our families to meet once Harry was stable and at the right weight of course, as to not stress him out too much, but that was a priority for me. Probably our dads would clash, but our moms would probably get on together pretty well. They're honestly polar opposites, but I'm sure they will get along.