The Wolves Den {Larry Mpreg}

Chapter 17

“So I was thinking,” Louis murmured, sitting at the kitchen island as Harry scooped pasta onto a plate in front of him with Niall, Zayn and Liam gathered in the kitchen as well for Louis’ afternoon snack.

“Thought I smelled something burning,” Niall remarked, earning a raised eyebrows look from Harry and an elbow to the arm from Louis.

“Anyway,” Louis huffed. The man was twenty-two weeks pregnant, had a very noticeable tummy, and was very easily irritated. “When the babies are born, we won’t really know what they are until they’re like sixteen, when their alpha, omega, or beta natures start to show through their hormones and what not. Puberty and stuff, right?”

“Right, we won’t know for sure,” Harry agreed, placing the pot of noodles back on the stove and picking up the sauce for the omega instead. “But I mean, one alpha skill is being able to have at least a hunch. Why do you ask?”

The omega simply sighed, rubbing his hands over his tummy gently. His babies had been fairly still for the past hour, and Louis figured they were sleeping. The pack doctor had told Louis they would sleep for a total of twelve to fourteen hours a day. Just the thought of sleepy little babies made Louis feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, Harry was still staring at him patiently, waiting for Louis to explain his curiosity.

“Well like… I was just thinking about the other packs,” Louis shrugged idly. Going too much into depth would only make him upset, so he was trying to back away from the subject so that Harry wouldn’t dwell much on the matter. “And wondering why they would want to take our babies without even knowing what they were.”

Almost immediately the four around Louis grew tense, and Zayn spoke slowly as he reached around Niall to pat Louis’ large tummy, “They just have omegas on the brain is all. We won’t let them do much about it though. It’s not like they can come on pack grounds without permission, right?”

The thought did bring a little comfort, and Louis twisted some of the pasta onto his fork with pursed lips. His alpha leaned across the island, stealing a quick kiss.

“Things will be okay. Promise. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to our baby boys.”

Ever since they’d discovered their babies’ genders, Harry hadn’t stopped using the term “boy”. It was always “the boys”, “the baby boys”, or “the baby boy twinkies”. But it was endearing to Louis, and he liked the image of little mini Harry’s running around, so he didn’t point it out to Harry.

Eating his pasta in silence, Louis absentmindedly stroked his hand over his tummy, sending happy thoughts to his babies and trying to coax them into squirming around. The alpha still had yet to feel what the omega felt constantly. It was almost as if the babies stilled instantly at the touch of Harry’s hand. Niall had felt them moving, all of Liam and Zayn’s sisters had felt it, even Harry’s own mother and visiting sister Gemma had felt it. But of course, that just went to show how much people wanted to touch Louis’ belly. Hands very rarely left the tightly rounded skin, and it was increasingly growing to the point where Louis was ready to chop the hands off of everyone who wasn’t Harry.

The belly toucher’s reasons for touching Louis were sweet, but Louis still had four months to go and he didn’t want to spend the rest of it with hands on his belly.

He was already supposed to be gaining half of a pound each week, possibly more with all that Harry fed him. But also, he was supposed to watch his diet to avoid gestational diabetes. His hands and feet would swell occasionally, his back was at a constant ache, and his muscles enjoyed cramping up on him. Needless to say, his pregnancy was becoming less and less enjoyable than it had been at the start.