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Although never truly admitting it, Louis did rather enjoy the control he was presented with when the two were in this situation. He'd always been the submissive in the relationship, and don't get him wrong, he'd never want it any other way; when he had Harry fucking into him from above the boy couldn't get any more bloody desperate if he tried, the boy was a bottom through and through, but having this level of control over Harry right now, he'd always secretly relished in it. Knowing it was his actions assisting in getting the other off and hearing the praise he got from the younger, the groans and muffled phrases passing his lips, it really helped in bringing Louis quickly to his own release. Speaking of which, the older of the two had begun noticing just how neglected his own needs were feeling, and, while deadset on pleasuring Harry and doing nothing else, couldn't help but let a whine slip past his lips, rutting his hips down desperately into the sofa in seek of friction and release. Figuring he wanted his Harry feeling even better (and needing something to distract and take the edge off for himself, too), Louis began to bob his head at a much brisker pace, hands removing themselves from here they'd been left at his boyfriend's hips, allowing him control of his own movements. Pulling off with a wet pop, Louis conjured up his best puppy-dog eyes before looking up at Harry, mouth parted and lips swollen from their ordeal. "Fuck my face, please?" He rasped, voice tender and croaky, swiping a tongue over his lips, before reconnecting his mouth with Harry's cock. 

If Harry were honest he rather did enjoy the fact Louis never really stopped no matter how much Harry babbled and babbled on. Years ago when they’d simply hide away just to give little quickies to one another they’d always had to consistently ask if the other was alright— courtesy of pleasuring them of course but now it wasn’t even needed. Each of them knew well enough what got them off the quickest and the hardest if anything. Harry was usually one to insinuate most sexual antics but Louis never failed to want to suck him off every once in awhile either. Which to Harry was fine of course if it meant getting his cock sucked. Merely Louis was the best he’d ever had. The most passionate, intimate, lustful— anything and everything he wanted, was in Louis and he wouldn’t have traded that for the world. Harry let his little huffs of breaths out as he felt the light suction of Louis’ mouth around his hard, his head dipping back and his hair falling from his eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes shut, moaning while he brought his hand down to wrap gently around the back of Louis’ neck, trying to guide him in to feel more of the warmth around his length. Harry gently tugged Louis near him before his free hand rested right to his bum, squeezing as he felt his chest tighten while he wreathed under his mouth once feeling the roll of Louis’ tongue against his tip. “—Louis.” he breathed out hotly in a thick moan while his hand tangled in Louis’ hair as the other slid its way inside his layers for more skin on skin contact as he grabbed a handful of his arse.

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Murmuring lowly at the appreciation Harry was currently moaning out, Louis kept his attention focused on the matter at hand-- adroitly flicking his tongue over the slit and providing light suction to his length. Originally, when they'd first started dating, Louis' first and foremost mission was to deepthroat Harry as quickly as he could (which had ended in a five minute break in which the smaller had the sit and try and stop himself from vomiting), but time and experience soon showed him that there were things less important than taking the entirety of his boyfriend and sucking like some possessed hooker. Louis, instead, concentrated on the techniques and methods of his tongue combined with the suction and constriction of his throat to bring the taller man over the edge as best he could. Today, though, the older of the two seemed to be having a tough time controlling himself. His hormones were on overdrive; he hadn't felt so needy and desperate since that one time Harry had kept him on edge from the moment they woke up to late that evening when they'd finally gotten home, at which point Louis was a writhing, whimpering mess, and, currently, was finding it difficult not to suck all of Harry down his throat and attempt to get the other to finish as quick as possible while finishing himself off into the sofa. Is it too early to blame it on the baby? Probably, he thought as he groaned lightly around the other's cock, but he figured he'd blame his desperation on exactly that as he sucked slightly harder around the length in his mouth,before pulling off to swirl his tongue around to massage the spot just under Harry's tip that he knew would drive him insane. 

"M’sorry." he shook underneath Louis’ gaze before biting down onto his bottom lip to muffle his sounds of impatience. Harry honestly was one to tease more than anyone when it came to sex but he couldn’t help his needy manner when Louis was the one to tease him instead. "Fuck—Louis.” he moaned out breathlessly before his eyes rolled back and his jaw clenched to the pleasure streaming its way up from his cock to everywhere else on his body. They may have been expecting a baby but he could have prayed hard enough that this wouldn’t change their sex life. Letting out small little huffs of breaths mixed with deep moans and thick waves of Louis’ name, Harry’s hand slipped to the back of his hair, running his long fingers through his boyfriend’s feathery hair, moving his head along his cock with the assistance of Harry’s own hand placed perfectly to Louis’ head. “Such a perfect mouth, fuck— I love you, Louis.” he purred out, his accent thick as he dipped his head down and his cloudy eyes locked right to the beautiful blew orbs his boyfriend had, guiding his head up and down while his view stayed right to the older.

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"Hey, hey. Patience love." Louis managed to chuckle out in between nips and kisses to Harry's thighs. He wasn't going to let on that he was feeling just as needy as the other was at the moment, but right now, all he wanted was to make his boy feel good, his desires weren't important. Despite telling the other to have a bit of restraint temporarily, Louis didn't waste much time in moving his mouth up from where it worked against his inner thighs to right where his boyfriend needed him the most. Taking hold of his cock in his right hand, Louis pressed a chaste kiss to the very tip, letting out a tiny 'mm' and lips curling into a smirk at the taste. Their consistent trying for a baby had meant the two hadn't indulged in much apart from full-on sex, and it felt like an absolute lifetime since Harry had let Louis suck his dick, which, to be honest, was Louis' favourite pastime. He had a very distinct taste; not too sweet, not salty, or bitter, he just tasted right. Kind of warm, in an odd way. Louis couldn't get enough of it. Licking a fat stripe from the base to tip of the underside of his cock, straight across the vein he knew ran along underneath, the smaller pressed a few more kisses to his tip before engulfing Harry's length fully in his mouth, letting himself get used to the now unfamiliar feeling, before beginning to bob his head slightly, eyes flickering up to stare at Harry intently.

"Don’t be rude to me!" Harry giggled out softly before his fingers reached to run through Louis’ feathery hair. With pregnancy came hormones and he knew that being exceptionally horny was one of them— not that Harry complained if it meant having Louis’ mouth around his cock. He didn’t want to hurt the older boy too much, especially now that he was expecting their baby the last thing he wanted to do was even hurt their baby because of sex. Harry managed to let out a deep whine while his hazy eyes fluttered up to Louis’ watching him mark up his tattoos laying comfortably to his lips while kissing and marking up on his thighs, only making him whimper underneath the older boy. "M’glad you missed it as much as I did." he breathed out deeply before his tongue licked over his lips slowly, awaiting for the warmth to wrap its way around his cock. "C’mon, please?" Harry begged out in a swift whine as he reached down to tangle his fingers into Louis’ hair once again, tugging as he dipped his head back and brought it back up to watch Louis move his way closer and closer to his cock. "Baby.. please?" he asked softly once again while he moaned out, needing to feel Louis’ mouth around his length.

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"Shut up." Louis spoke with a giggle, rolling his eyes playfully. Harry's sheepish manner was so adorable it made the smaller's stomach flip sometimes, and his inability to stop rambling due to sheer excitement couldn't be any cuter if he asked him to be. The attitude put Louis' background nerves at ease a little; it only went to show how serious Harry was about all of this, and reinforced the idea that the younger would be a fantastic father to their child, not that the other had any doubts before. It was something he'd clearly wanted a long time, and to see him finally get his wish sparked up something in the other man's chest, which couldn't help but make him smile. He had no explanation as to where his sudden attitude switch had come from, one minute he was elatedly celebrating the fact that they were going to be parents with Harry, the next all he could think about was how much he wanted his lips around his cock. Blame it on the hormones, he thought to himself with a smile, hand gently rubbing against his flat tummy in adoration. Filtering his way down his partner's neck, showering each area with kisses, Louis moved a hand to push the other's shirt up his body, exposing more of his torso, so he was able to mark and kiss along the newly exposed skin as he wished. One of Louis' main hobbies in the bedroom was paying extra attention to Harry's tattoos; he couldn't get enough of them for whatever reason, and went out of his way to make sure he marked up as many as possible during sex. Sucking a deep, purplish bruise just right of one of the fern tattoos covering his hipbone, Louis allowed himself to travel lower, moving down to where his hand was currently positioned over Harry's crotch, fly already open. Peeling down his skinny jeans and boxer shorts just low enough to let the older boy get at what he wanted to, Louis set to work at biting and nibbling at the other's inner thighs, contented moan leaving his lips as he got his wish and worked at the skin. "Missed tasting you," He rasped in between kisses, slowly working his way higher towards Harry's cock as he went, "So fucking much."

"I’m sorry! Gosh. You know how I get when I don’t knwo what to say! We still need to tell them! They’re going to be grandmum’s you know, we can’t just keep this from them, Louis. It’s such a important thing. Fuck— it’s taking a lot out of me right now to not just open the window and scream out I’m going to be a daddy. It’s just so exciting, m’sorry. I’m just.. this is such a great thing, we’re going to have a baby, Louis. An actual child we can call our own." Harry shook his head briefly as he laughed out and rubbed on his face to try and ridden his bashful tone but he really just couldn’t help himself. Becoming a father was just so overwhelming to him. The younger of the two couldn’t help the strained moan slip past his plump lips once Louis’ started kissing on his neck. Closing his eyes for a moment, Harry breathed in heavily as he leaned back and bit down onto his bottom lip only to giggle faintly as he watched Louis grab childishly for him. "Mn, Louis." he whispered in a little whine as he let their lips crash together messily, moaning softly into his mouth as he smirked faintly, nodding to Louis’ request as he deepened their kiss while he worked the button and zipper of his trousers right undone in his laid down position since Louis was already on top of him. "Think you can do the rest?" he purred out softly before he reached down for Louis’ hand, brushing it over his hardened cock buried within his briefs. "I’ve missed your mouth, Lou." Harry muttered breathless as he moaned softly against Louis’ mouth.

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Louis couldn't help but let out a sudden laugh at Harry's excitable words, shaking his head slightly, grinning. "We've got to call mum, hey? Just found out we're going to have a baby, and the first thing you say is that we need to tell mum." He giggled, far too delighted to be frustrated with his boyfriend. This all seemed far too fantastic to be real for Louis; it was all he'd ever wanted, and more. A partner better than anything anyone could wish for, a beautiful, large house positioned close to the city but not close enough to keep them up all night with the lights and noise, and now, the beginnings of their very own little family. Louis wasn't fussed over what the child was, boy or girl, as long as it was theirs. And, fortunately enough, he'd gotten his wish. Harry scooping him up had the smaller man letting out another elated laugh, nose burying into the side of his other half's neck, inhaling his scent. As he was carried down towards their living room Louis brought himself closer to the other's flesh, parting his lips and pressing a wet, forceful kiss to the skin, before gently sinking his teeth in, adding a mark to the pale, clear flesh on Harry's neck. He was completely overwhelmed by his love for the man currently, so overjoyed at the thought of the two of them starting their own family, he simply couldn't keep his hands off the taller. Sitting against the couch, Louis wasted no time in reaching out again for Harry, not wanting to be separated, letting out a desperate, childlike whine as his hands made grabbing motions. His whine grew in audacity and Harry's teeth sunk into his bottom lip, breath catching and speeding up and he brought his hands up to the other man's chest and applied some force, pushing him back to lay against the couch, climbing on top before crashing their lips together harshly. "Let me suck you off," He managed to get out between kisses, unsure as to where the outburst had come from, but too overthrown to really give it much thought, lips still marking their way across Harry's skin.

"—I just. This is amazing. We’ve got to call mum. This is so exciting!" Harry giggled before returning the passionate kiss to Louis’ lips. It was almost hard to believe that after so many times of trying and doubting they were actually going to have a baby. "This is so amazing, Loubear. We’re going to have a baby." he interrupted their kiss to blurt out only to continuously peck his lips against the older boys. "We’re gonna have a living, breathing, tiny little baby Lou. They’re gonna be so perfect. I’m so excited." Still nearly shaking in disbelief, Harry leaned in to wrap his arms around Louis, tugging him close as he pecked his lips against the older boys cheek. "My baby, you’re gonna have my child. I just— this is so great. I can’t even begin to tell you how great this is. This is so fantastic, I love you so much. God I love you." Picking Louis up bridal style before heading out to their living room Harry sat the older to their couch, pressing their lips back together as he nibbled down onto his bottom lip, sucking on it teasingly as he kissed him deeply once again.

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Louis had had a hard time to begin with, stopping his tears from flowing, and the second he witnessed the look of pure elation across Harry's face he lost it again, crying alongside his boyfriend, smile still stretched across what seemed like the entire bottom half of his face. "We're gonna have a baby." He repeated, confirming Harry's statement which a noise between a sob and a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. It was far too much to process; literally a matter of hours ago he was making his way back from the pharmacy, not planning on telling Harry of his purchase because he was so troubled by the thought of the answer being no, and now here they were, finding out that, after all this time, they were going to be a Mummy and a Daddy to their own little baby. This is all far too much for a supposedly quiet afternoon in, Louis thought to himself, chuckling. He was taken by surprise and in response let out a sharp squeak when Harry span the smaller round in a circle, clinging onto his shoulders and laughing, tears still streaking his cheeks as he celebrated, moving his head to face Harry's, reaching out blindly for the other. "I love you, oh, God, I love you so much." He gasped out, lips connecting with his boyfriend's almost furiously, engaging the two in a passionate kiss. 

Harry blinked in confusion for a moment. He wasn’t exactly sure if this was a sob of sadness or excitement considering Louis had hid his face for so long. It had him pretty anxious overall but he’d just wait patiently until Louis could muster up an answer. “Lou, I’m confused here. What’s happening? Are you okay?” he asked, more frantic than anything as he really started to worry once feeling him grab on and sob into his shirt— was he supposed to be happy or sad, he wasn’t sure but with the consistent wailing of sobs he would presume it was somewhat good? He’d find that out moments later. Biting anxiously onto his bottom lip, Harry watched he older boy intently before feeling his heart nearly drop once hearing that he was actually going to be a father. “R—really? It—-It’s positive? Oh God. Louis. We’re g—gonna have a baby!” he nearly shrieked of a sob before shaking his head in disbelief, wrapping his arms tightly around the older boy, jumping up as he picked him up and squeezed a tight hold around him but not too tight of course as he spun once in a circle and found himself burying his face into the crook of Louis’ neck, nearly weeping happily as he put him down and look down to his currently flat stomach as he slipped his arms around his waist from behind and rubbed over his stomach like he’d done earlier, only this time they were for certain something was slowly, but surely growing inside of there.

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Louis heard the door open and Harry's lumbering footsteps approach, but didn't lift his head to greet his partner. His face, now tear stained and probably fairly red, was hidden in his hands, where he continued to let out little sobs. He wasn't sad, far from it, in fact; Louis didn't think he'd felt this happy in so long. The tears represented relief, joy, exhaustion and exhilaration; all of the emotions the smaller was currently experiencing proving too much and coming out as tiny tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt those massive arms wrap around his frame and was so grateful for Harry's embrace, leaning into it appreciatively where he could turn to choke back sobs into the taller's tee shirt. He knew the other man was probably getting the entirely wrong impression from his reaction, and was trying to get out enough words to tell Harry that their attempts had actually worked, that it was okay, that he was genuinely going to be a father, but the tears and the other's tight embrace got in the way, and Louis found himself crying against the other for a good few minutes until he finally managed to semi-compose himself. Drawing back from the warmth of Harry's chest, the smaller of the two brought up a still shaky hand to rub clumsily at his eyes and cheeks, tear-stained and blotchy. His lips, however, told a completely different story to the rest of his expression, as they curved into a ridiculously wide, beaming smile, reaching all the way up to his cheeks and making his eyes squint. "You're--" He choked out, stifling a laugh of pure excitement, "You're going to be a Daddy, Harry." Louis managed, grinning still like the Cheshire Cat as another tear worked it's way out from the corner of his eye and down the length of his face.

The longer it took the more anxious Harry had  gotten. He wasn’t exactly sure as to what to think right then. How happy would they be if Louis was actually pregnant and expecting, Harry would have been ecstatic. He blinked before hearing a sob only making him get up and run his way to the bathroom, a deep breath going from his throat right on out as he opened the door and watched Louis fall over only making him rush in to carefully catch him.”What’s wrong are you okay?” he nearly panicked before pushing back Louis’ hair, a lace of worry running over his face as he anxiously bit down onto his bottom lip, tears prickling his eyes trying to get some sort of response from Louis before he’d just assumed. “What did it say? Tell me..” he whispered out faintly as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Louis’ head. “Just calm down, it’ll be okay.” Harry assured before his arms wrapped around Louis’ small frame, gently pulling him into his lap as he ran his fingers through his hair and kept his body close against his, making sure to not squeeze in case he had been expecting a child but being tight enough to be assuring. 

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After what seemed like an eternity, the catchy tune began sounding on his phone, signalling that five minutes was up. Louis' stomach flipped the second the music began to play, and began to stagger to his feet to read the result, only to sit straight back down again. He couldn't trust his legs to keep him upright for long, and, quite frankly, he was fucking scared out of his wits to find out the answer. "Pull yourself together, dickhead," He hissed at himself, head falling back into his hands as he desperately tried to compose himself enough to find out exactly what their future meant for them. He tried and failed again to get up and read the answer of the pregnancy test, before giving up for a second, a mixture between a frustrated sigh and a choked off sob leaving his lips. He hadn't been this nervous since he'd been stood on that X Factor stage, finding out whether he'd made it through to the final. In fact, if he were honest, this was a hell lot worse than that moment. There are alternatives, he reinforced again, calming his body down. Eventually, gripping the sides of the sink for leverage, Louis hoisted his body up, hands shaking uncontrollably as he reached out for the pregnancy test balanced on the side of the sink, bringing the small stick up to his face to study the signs. He checked the readings against the definitions of the symbols once, then twice. Then again, just to make sure he certainly hadn't misread twice previously. He could hardly manage the cry of his boyfriends name and reach his still shaking arm out to unlock the bathroom door before he let out a loud sob, both of exhaustion and relief at the symbol showing on the pregnancy test, knees buckling as he gently fell to crumple down on the bathroom floor again, hand covering his mouth in shock. 

Harry watched as Louis left the room and his nerves instantly went flare. He didn’t want to panic Louis by being in a worry state, it wasn’t good for their possible baby forming within Louis. Course Harry never liked to worry Louis as it was. What were they going to do if Louis wasn’t pregnant whatsoever— or couldn’t, or Harry was the one with a deficiency? Hell if they knew but there were many different directions they could go with having a baby. Or even adopting. The amount of bad Harry wanted a family but he truly just didn’t want to worry Louis at all if they happened to be expecting right then. “Just stay calm..” he breathed out while he paced over the floor briefly, sitting down only to jump right back up not being able to control his anxiety right that moment. All he wanted to do was know if it was a yes, or a no. It would have been much more simple if the test was more a good five seconds rather than minutes— which felt like ages to Harry, so he couldn’t imagine how Louis must have felt actually having to pee on the stick and await for a result. “It’ll be okay, we’re going to be fine.” he muttered to himself before swallowing thickly his fingers twiddling as he took in deep breath after deep breath.

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"Okay, okay. I love you." Louis added with a peck to his boyfriend's lips, before padding out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom, box in hands. His legs felt like jelly, hardly stable enough to carry himself up the stairs and to the en suite bathroom conjoined with their master bedroom. but somehow he managed. Stepping in and locking the door behind him, Louis moved to stand in front of the sink, setting the pregnancy test on the side before turning on the cold tap, cupping his hands under the flow of freezing water filtering out, and splashed it over his face, trying to regain some composure. Breathe, yeah? There are alternatives, he repeated over and over again in his head, trying to keep himself calm and collected. Besides, he thought, worrying isn't good for the possible baby. Fingers trailing up from where he'd been gripping the edges of the sink to reach the hem of his sweater, Louis tentatively lifted up the fabric, eyes downcast as a hand pressed down onto the tiny bump on his tummy, rubbing lightly against the smooth flesh. He remained in said position for a few minutes, before snapping out of his trance, turning to the box balanced on the side of the sink, unpackaging it quickly. It didn't take him long to figure out how to use and actually do the pregnancy test; peeing on a stick wasn't technically the most glamorous thing to be doing, and Louis wouldn't mind it being over and done with as soon as possible. Scanning over the instructions on the side of the box, Louis read to wait five minutes before collecting a result. Making himself comfortable on the rug on the floor of their bathroom, the older man rested his head in his hands, waiting for what seemed like an eternity until he was able to discover whether he was or wasn't expecting. 

"Of course I promise. You know I’ll stand by you no matter what. We’ll work around it, babe." Harry admitted with a small smile as his eyes flickered from Louis down to the pregnancy test, hoping that there was going to be a positive out of all of this worrying they’d done. Truly he just wanted a baby; a baby with Louis in fact. "Okay, then you can go and take it now. We’ll just get that done and y’know… good luck." he smiled warmly before leaning and pressing a kiss to Louis’ temple. You know I love you so much, Boobear. I’ll stay with you, yes. Promise. No matter what the result is. We’ll be okay." Harry made sure to reassure the older boy of staying with him— which he knew that he would do considering he never wanted to be with anyone else. It all came down to hope and praying that maybe they were going to expect a little miracle; and that’s what the baby would be. Their miracle when they’d doubted that Louis was even expecting in the first place since he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary of the sort. "Go on and take it, and I’ll see you in a few okay? I love you." he finalized before leaning in to kiss Louis softly only to reassuringly rub his back afterwards, motioning him off into another direction.

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"Promise?" the older looked up at his other half, a certain level of doubt still floating in his brain. He believed Harry would stick by him, he'd never be one to walk out just like that, but there was no denying it'd hurt him a great deal, knowing he couldn't have children. And Louis couldn't be the one to put the man he loved more than anything through that. He was touched by Harry's reassurance that he wouldn't rush him to take the test, but Louis was quick to cut him off with a, "No, I want to take it now." He wasn't sure where that had come from either, but with everything, he guessed his brain was acting on impulse now, the anxiety and excitement of their situation proving too much to keep at bay. "You just--- promise me you'll stay with me, yeah? You're right, we can work it all out. Just promise you won't go away. I love you. So much." Louis spoke, his voice much louder than before, desperate for a conformation from his boyfriend, a signal that no matter what the results said, they'd be completely fine. Reaching out with a ever so slightly trembling hand, he took hold of the small back hidden at the back of the kitchen counter and dragged it towards himself, gently emptying out the contents. 

"I just don’t want you to worry. I know it’s a scary ting and so many good or bad things could happen but if it’s a no, we’ll find a way to work around it. I’m not going to up and leave you if that’s what you’re thinking. You know I’d never leave you, no matter what the circumstances were." he admitted softly before a kiss found its way to Louis’ temple as he kept his hands right rested onto his stomach. "I figured you bought something you hadn’t told me when you tried to hide it. Course I won’t rush you into taking it. You take it when you’re comfortable okay? Don’tyou worry about me. I’ll be right here to support you with it anywas." he reassured before he let his hand cover of Louis’ interlacing their fingers as he kissed his head once again. "I know you’re scared, Lou. I am too. I don’t want it to have to be a negative result but think about how happy everything will be if it is positive! We’ll be parents, and we’ll have a baby. You’ve got to think of the positives too. We’re going to have the family we’ve always dreamed of. I love you Louis, no matter what the results going to be— I’ll always love you no matter what. Baby or no baby."

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Louis nodded his head slowly, eyes still locked with Harry's as he watched the look of confusion on the other's face develop. Hearing his words comforted the older a little; at least he knew Harry would be willing to find other methods if worst came to worst, but still, Louis couldn't help but detect a slight amount of disappointment in the other's voice. He didn't explain that he didn't know whether he was infertile or not; not even when his boyfriend's arms wrapped across the other's middle, fingers moving to brush over his stomach, making the muscles there twitch. His words of comfort served to make the smile gracing Louis' lips before to return, but he couldn't help but have a small feeling of dread pooling in the lower part of his tummy. With adoption came god knows how many legal documents and papers, and if they were deemed unfit then, well, that was it. He was nervous, terrified even, to take that test, which would determine the future of their family forever-- if there were ever to be a family. "I brought a pregnancy test." Louis blurted out, hands moving to grip onto Harry's wrist. Okay, so he hadn't planned to tell him, but sometimes things just slipped out. Besides, he hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. Surely Harry's company would make this all a little easier. "I'm sorry, I was going to tell you, but-- I'm scared, Harry."

Harry leaned over the counter before biting down onto his bottom lip as he watched over Louis carefully. He was getting nervous with what he was even on about— why would he mention not being able to have a baby unless he physically couldn’t. “We could work around it. If we can’t have one, we’ll adopt one. It’s just like having a real baby. Those without need real parents too. We’ll be just as good parents to one without than if we have our own.” His eyebrows furrowed once more as he poked out his lips into a small pout while his eyes flickered down to Louis’ stomach. “Why you ask? Should I know something?” the younger inquired softly before he walked around and slipped his arms right around Louis’ waist, tugging him back as he let his chin rest onto his shoulder, his hands moving under his shirt to his stomach. “If we can’t have one.. we’ll find a way, Boo. We’ll always find a way I promise.” he assured before rubbing along his stomach as he kissed onto his shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll get our family like promised. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll have our little wiggle and they’ll be the most perfect baby to step his earth. It’ll be handled, love. It’ll all be okay, I promise.”

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Looking up as his boyfriend entered the room and face softening as he studied the worry etched across Harry's face, Louis shrugged off his questioning in an attempt to ease his concern. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." He replied, eyes darting down to focus on the food on the counter, awkwardly avoiding the uncomfortable eye contact before. "I was just thinking an' that." He began, hand moving up to run through his hair as the other fiddled mindlessly with the objects laid before him. He didn't really know why he'd called Harry though; knew he wasn't going to tell him he'd brought the test, the younger would act like a kid on Christmas Eve, and if it all led to disappointment that'd be heartbreaking, but didn't want to drop any hints as to what he'd brought. It'd trouble Harry, too, if they weren't pregnant, because, fuck, if the amount of trying they'd done hadn't paid off, there would be no reason not to be worried. It scared Louis too. All he wanted was to make his boyfriend happy, and he knew how much a family meant to Harry. And if it turned out they couldn't have one together, what came next? "What would, um, what would you do if one of us wasn't able to have a baby?" He queried, voice quiet and sounding vaguely timid as he let his gaze pull up to meet Harry's, eyes large and questioning. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a small laugh following. “M’sure you are, Lou. Last time you tried to cook us something you nearly burned the place down. Keep in mind, you’re unsure as to how to whisk. It’s okay, you try hard enough and that’s all that matters to me. I still love you.” Smiling cheekily to his comments as he hummed along to his folding in hand, Harry furrowed his brows in curiosity as to why Louis was calling him only to place the blanket down, turn on his heel and head back towards the kitchen. “What’s up, babe? You alright?” he asked before reaching around, his face dropping in concern as he slid his hand along his lower back,rubbing it in support. The tone of Louis’ voice did actually worry Harry— he just wanted things to be entirely okay with this whole baby topic. They’d been excited before trying for one, after, and even now after a good while of waiting to see anything result wise which both of them failed to since Louis seemed to be feeling and looking as normal as usual. Truly it threw him off as to what would they do if they weren’t pregnant? They’d practically had sex enough to last for a lifetime just trying to get pregnant— not that Harry would complain but his hopes were all too high for finding out if Louis was really carrying or not.

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Louis let his smile broaden as Harry's lips traveled their way down his flesh towards his neck, a small noise of content emitting from his mouth when he felt the younger begin to mark the skin there. He loved being marked by his boyfriend, no matter how many looks of disgust he got from his family or mates when he walked into a room covered in so many purplish blemishes it looked like he'd fallen down the stairs. It pleased him, knowing wherever he went, people would know exactly who it was the smaller belonged to, that he wasn't interested in anyone other than his Harry. "I'll have you know I'm a bloody fantastic cook," Louis retorted with a gentle swat at Harry's side once the taller began walking away, turning his attention to the ingredients laid out across the counter. He was prepared to begin cooking immediately to take his mind off of things, but of course, he couldn't help but become distracted by what was sat towards the back of the surface. Chewing on his lip slightly, Louis debated whether or not to tell his boyfriend what he'd brought; it did seem a bit unfair after all, he was just as much a part of this as Louis was, and if they were going to try and find out, it seemed necessary for him to be there, too, but if something was wrong, if there was nothing there, did he really want to see the look of heartbreak on Harry's face? It sounded selfish, but Louis had his boy's best intentions in mind. His inability to focus on the task at hand and his overall curiosity led to Louis putting down the pasta packet he'd been attempting to open, and folding his arms across his chest, a slightly troubled look passing across his face. "Harry?" He called out gently, head turning to face the direction in which the boy had exited, "Come here a second." 

"M’sorry!" he laughed out with a shake to his head, his curls rolling down his face as his hand pushed them back out of his eyes while they settled down to Louis. "Wasn’t my intention to kill ye’. I just missed you all day. I want to love on you." Harry smiled warmly as his lips went from against Louis’ down to his neck as his hand slid down to the lower part of Louis’ back, pulling him into the taller as he marked a small spot onto his tanned skin, pulling away as he looked over the older male, almost glowing if anything. Harry was excited to have this baby— surely it didn’t exist yet but hopefully soon Louis would have a growing tummy, carrying their child. Though he hasd so many positive thoughts, it all came with negatives as well. What if they couldn’t even have children? Or they’d gotten pregnant and something was wrong? All these things worried Harry yes, but he’d stayed positive throughout the result. "Sounds perfect to me. Just try not to burn the place down yeah?" he laughed before walking on around Louis before heading out of the room momentarily to straighten things up just out of his own displacement from earlier on. "You let me know if you need help though." he chuckled out softly while he worked on folding some blankets within the other room.