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Chapter 30

One month later - Christmas Eve

Neither Louis or I could believe how much Matthew had grown in just a months time. Little black strands of hair started sprouting atop his head and he became a lot more observant. He still didn't make much sound unless he was crying but that was normal for a one month old. Thankfully he has not grown out of all the clothes we had recieved at the church, but we still bought him more clothes. Not long after we had left that little town, we found a bigger and better train car to switch for Louis's car. The new car had everything his old one had except it had a small extra room, making the car larger. I believe the extra room was supposed to be a large closet, but we put Matthew's crib in there and used the room as a nursery.

Having Matthew in a separate room helped ease my mind if Louis and I wanted to do anything. Of course I loved our baby, but Louis and I still wanted our privacy, even if Matthew had no idea what was going on.  Although, we haven't done much except the occasional snog we still don't want Matthew witnessing that.

Since Matthew was born, Richard made me move into Louis's car to take care of Matthew so Louis wouldn't have to. I thought it seemed odd, but I learned that Richard only wanted me to do all the work so Louis wouldn't be distracted from performing. The bastard only wanted Louis to perform perfectly so more money could be brought in. Not that it bothered me, moving in with Louis, I was actually ecstatic that I could spend the night without someone finding out. The only problem was the spare cot in the way when I didn't need it.

I slept beside Louis, or under him more like. We had the sheets covering our bare chests since it was a bit chilly in the car. His head laid on my chest, his feathery hair tickling my skin, and his arm was folded and tucked into his chest. I wanted to watch him for hours, but I saw his eyes flutter open. He blinked and breathed out a long sigh, like he does every morning, then he pressed a kiss to my skin before squeezing his arms around me tighter. "Morning," I said, "Birthday boy."

"Oh," Louis groaned, "don't remind me. Twenty-three is too old." He closed his eyes and snuggled closer into me.

"Nonsense!" I exclaimed, making him open his eyes and look at me. I flipped us both over so that I was on top of him; he laughed loudly, but quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to not wake Matthew. "You will never be old to me." I removed his hand then leaned down and kissed him.

"You're crazy!" He laughed, "I'm old." He pouted playfully then kissed me again, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Are not." I kissed him once more before pulling back, "So, what do you want to do for your birthday?" I asked him.

"Hmm." He thought, rubbing his hands up and down my back. I shivered feeling his fingers brush every scar on my back. "If it's possible, I'd like to go to the cinema because I've never gone before, and have dinner somewhere nice, and when we get back I'd like to cuddle with you and Mathew until we fall asleep." He told me, "I know we can't do that, but if we could, that's what I would like." He slipped a hand up to twirl one my curls.

"And who says we can't?" I asked, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "We can do all of that tonight. After the show is over the town is ours."

"Harry, are you serious?" Louis asked with a hopeful expression on his face.

"Of course. We can do all of that," I pecked his lips, "and...we can do some of this." I kissed him again, this time going in deeper.

"Mhmm!" He hummed, slipping his tongue in my mouth. He scraped his nails along my back, making me gasp at the pain it sent because of my scars. I hugged his body to mine and kissed him more fiercely, moaning as our tongues rubbed together. However, we both pulled away when a cry was heard from the other room. "I believe our baby is awake." Louis smiled. I whined and rolled off of him so he could go get Matthew. Even though Richard had basically made me Matthew's nanny, Louis did as much as he could because Matthew was ours; not just his, not just mine, ours.