little bitty rattle (and all our dreams are comin' true) | Larry Stylinson

Chapter 7

Note from the original author: Don't know if I need to warn people, but there is a graphic scene of labor and delivery here.

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Twenty and Twenty-Two, March

When Louis comes home from his last class of the day and enters the house through the garage since it's freezing outside, he ignores his growling stomach trying to lead him into the kitchen in order to instead seek out Harry. His nose follows the sweet scent of his mate and takes him to the living room, where he spots Harry sitting on the floor in front of the sectional couch, belly protruding out, all round in front of him, his legs splayed out to either side. Daisy is sitting in between his legs, staring ahead at the television while Harry braids her hair, and Louis watches as Harry says something to Fizzie, who's behind him braiding his hair.

"Daisy, don't be so close to Harry's stomach," Louis assesses the scene and immediately says. "Move up."

Daisy gasps.

"Aw, Lou, you scared her," Harry murmurs, gasping a little himself.

Daisy scoots up a few inches. "Now I can barely reach your head," Harry tells her, pouting while trying to stretch his arms out in front of him to fix the now-loose pieces of hair close to her scalp he'd just got done braiding.

"She was too close." Louis walks forward and sits down next to Fiz on the couch. He bends down to give Harry a peck on the lips.

Harry waves off Louis' statement with his hand. "She was fine."

Noticing Daisy's mood, Louis reaches out a foot and taps her back with his shoe. "Hey. It's all good, Dais. I just don't want you to accidentally hit his stomach or something. You were about to lean back on it."

"I wasn't gonna," she just mutters.

Great, now Louis's made her all sad. He sighs. "Sit next to me and braid her hair if she wants it so bad, Haz," he suggests to Harry.

"I tried it like that, but I can't really bend over from up there," Harry explains.

"I'm almost done with Harry's, Daisy," Fiz mumbles through clenched teeth as she bites down on barrettes between her lips. "I'll do yours after."

Harry pats the sides of his hair where it's all pulled back in a braid that goes right down the middle.

"She'll do a better job, too, Daisy," he tells her and smiles. Daisy smiles back.

Just then, Louis notices a tablet on the floor next to Harry. He bends down and picks it up. It's a bunch of pictures of pools he's been looking up.

"Oh, hell, no," Louis immediately looks to Harry and says. "No."

Harry whines. "But why not? There's a pool here, and everyone always uses it. It's worth the money, don't you think?"

"Ehh." Louis's still not too on-board with the idea. "I don't know, Haz."

"But when Olivia's older? Wouldn't that be fun for parties and stuff?" 

"Yeah!" Fizzie agrees.

"We'll install one if you really want it," Louis reluctantly decides. "And put a gate up around it. Fifty feet high."

"Such an over-protective daddy already," Harry fake-grumbles..

"Oh, the gate'll be for you," Louis says, laughing when Harry reaches out and swats at his leg.

When Fizzie's done with Harry's hair, she pats both sides. "There. Now you're all pretty for your childbirth class."

"Can I go with you guys?" Daisy asks, eyes all wide and excited.