Always You (L.S.) (Completed)

Chapter 32: Surprise

(June 25th)

HARRY

"Lou, baby, something's not right." I rubbed Louis' back as he threw up in the toilet for the 8th day in a row. 

He groaned and I sighed, moving to help him up again. "Baby, we have to check this out. This isn't normal."

"'m fine Harry, don't worry. It's probably just something I ate."

"For eight days?" I exclaimed. "Please, Lou, I know you hate the doctor, but we have to see what's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me," he scoffed.

"Louis, come on. Don't be ridiculous, you need to get checked out."

"Don't tell me what to do!" he exclaimed.

"Lou, I wasn't trying to tell you what to do," I sighed.

"Yes you were!" His voice cracked and all of a sudden he was crying.

"Oh, Lou," I hugged him. "Don't cry baby, I'm sorry."

He wiped his eyes. "I don't even know why I'm crying, fuck."

I kissed his forehead. "Hey, it's okay. Let it out. Wanna go cuddle in bed?"

He nodded, sniffling cutely, and I cooed, picking him up and carrying him to the bed. "I love you, baby. I don't wanna force anything on you, but I really think you should get this taken care of."

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry for yelling at you Hazza," he pouted. "I didn't mean it."

I snuggled close to him, pulling the covers around us. "Don't worry about it, baby."

~

LOUIS

"So you've been vomiting every morning?" the doctor asked me and I nodded.

"Yes, and I've also been getting really weird mood swings and I can't control them," I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated.

The doctor frowned. "Hm, well, I think we're going to do an ultrasound so that we can check what's going on."

I lay back on the chair.

"Now, this will be a little cold."

I hissed when the cold metal came in contact with my skin.

"Alright, here we are."

He took a look at the monitor and made a noise of surprise. "Well, this is strange. It seems you are pregnant, Mr. Tomlinson."

"Pregnant?" I screeched. "How the fuck?"

He sighed. "It is becoming more common more males to become carriers, and it seems that you are one as well."

I ran a hand over my face. "Um, how many weeks am I?"

"You are 5 weeks in, so, just over a month. You have about 8 more months to go. Right now, your baby is tiny, only the size of an orange seed."

I nodded, still trying to process this information.

"Now, there are options, if you don't want the baby-"

"Of course I want the baby," I interrupted him.

"Alright, I was just checking. Most of the men that are pregnant here want to give their baby up for adoption."

I sighed. "Alright, thank you Dr. Brown." I got out of the seat slowly, putting a hand protectively over my stomach.

Dr. Brown noticed and smiled.

"Don't forget to come in every few weeks for a check up. We just need to make sure that both you and the baby are healthy."

~

"You're what?" Liam yelled, and I flinched.

Zayn put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Li."

He shook his head. "Sorry Lou, I'm not mad, promise. Just... surprised. I didn't know you were a carrier."

I sighed. "I didn't either. Not till yesterday at least."

"How are you feeling?" Zayn questioned.

"Um, I'm starting to get cravings for really specific things at random times, like a few days a ago I just really, really needed to eat a cut up banana with hummus and chocolate chips. Um, I get tired really easily, so anything that takes too much effort will make me exhausted. And then there's the morning sickness." I groaned. "I've been throwing up every morning for over a week now."

Liam patted my back sympathetically. "I'm sorry mate."

"It's been rough," I gave a small smile. "But I'm actually really excited for this. I've always wanted a baby, and now I'm having one with Harry which is the best thing that I could've ever asked for."

"Have you told him yet?"

I shook my head. "No, I will. Soon."

"Who else knows?" Zayn asked.

"Um, Niall knows, and I'm assuming he told Shawn, and then El. I still need to tell mum. I'm not excited for that one."

~

"Um, Harry? Can I talk to you for a sec?"

He looked up at me over his computer. "Can we talk in like an hour? I just need to finish this paper."

I fiddled with my hands. "Um, I kinda need to talk to you now."

He sighed standing up. "Okay, what about?"

"So you know how I went to Dr. Brown a couple days ago?"

He nodded. 

"So, I found out what was wrong with me..." I trailed off, looking at the ground.

Harry took my hands in his. "Hey, what is it Lou?"

"I'm um... I'm pregnant." I looked at him, waiting for a reaction.

He stared at me for a while.

"You're... pregnant." he stated.

I nodded. "Yes, with your baby."

He chuckled. "Well I would assume that much," he wiped at his eyes and that's when I realized he was crying.

"Haz? Why are you crying?" I questioned.

"Sorry," he sniffled. "It's just, I'm having a baby with you. I'm happy."

I laughed, relieved. "Aw, baby," I kissed his lips. 

"What else did you find out?" he sat beside me, eyes shining with love and excitement.

I smiled. "I'm five weeks along, and out baby is the size of an orange seed."

"So small," he whispered, putting a hand on my tummy, and I grinned fondly. "Our little bean."