Desirable

~57. Bang

With heavy eyes, Clementine steadily wakes. She brings her small hands to her hair and sweeps the curls from her face, turning her head to look beside her.

There, she gazes at the gorgeous man with messy dreads and freckled face, that she loved. His eyes were fixated intensely on his phone, which he held against his chest. His dark brows were furrowed and his thumb was slowly scrolling through pictures.

"Hey," she starts, her voice coming out as a whisper as she scoots closer and hugs his hard bicep, resting her cheek on his shoulder. She could smell the rich cologne that lingered on his skin and it made her sigh.

Louis immediately drops his phone on his chest and plants a kiss on her forehead, bringing a hand over to run a hand through her hair.

"Morning, beautiful," he says through a toothy smile. "I didn't know you were up."

"I only just did. What are you looking at?" she asks softly, wriggling slightly to get comfortable.

Louis picks up his phone again and holds it like he previously was. Clem looks at the screen, allowing her eyes to adjust first.

On it, were a collection of different guys with buzz-cuts - all on Google Images.

Clem raises an eyebrow.

"Should I get one?"

"A haircut?"

"No, a guy," he chuckles, making Clem roll her eyes. "Yeah, a haircut."

"You'd get rid of your dreads?" she looks up at him, a random dread hitting her eye on the way up. Her voice held a sadly surprised tone, which Louis picked up on.

He looks and meets her eye.

"Shouldn't I? I've had them for years."

Clementine stares blankly at a wall in front of her, thinking of what to say.

"I don't know. I've never really thought about you with any other hair."

"Or maybe braids? Like uhh.. like Travis Scott has?" he suggests, still looking at her.

Clem pulls a face that says 'maybe'.

"I thought you liked your dreads?"

"Yeah, I do." Louis turns his phone off and puts it to the side.

The tall man turns on his side to face the pregnant woman, holding himself above her with his elbow on the mattress. His other hand cups her cheek, his brown eyes attached to hers. Leaning down to be close enough to her desired mouth, he presses his lips against it.

Clementine smiles against his lips and returns the loving movements of his, fluttering her eyes shut.

Louis' large hand slides its way under the duvet to her stomach, where it carefully rubs the bump.

They still hadn't decided on a name for the baby, although they had several ideas, they just found it impossible to settle on one.

Over the entire pregnancy, Louis must have visited every website he could find and read every book they owned about the process - he was practically an expert. When the time came, he would be prepared. Perhaps more prepared than the doctors would be.

Their lips part and Clem looks up at him.

"I love you, Clem." the dreadhead places another short kiss on her plump lips.

"Good, so I'm not carrying your baby for nothing," she giggles, triggering a smile to emerge from him too.

Louis gets out of bed and walks around to his girlfriend's side, holding out his arms for her. She removes the duvet from her and grips his hands, slowly standing up.