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"Ugh, you fucking did this to me." Louis groaned as he laid propped up on the couch, his tiny swollen feet in Harry's lap, Harry massaging and kneading them steadily with his long fingers. Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, having heard Louis say those words at least six times a week since his once tiny belly started to grow larger with their child.

"You can't just blame it all on me." Harry reminded him. "You're the one who begged for my cock every second of the hour. Lets not forget." Harry said smugly, feeling Louis' foot slip from his hand and connect hard to his chest as Louis kicked him.

"Shut the fuck up, Styles." Louis said, unable to stop a smirk from spreading across his lips. "Tomlinson." Harry corrected him, bringing his foot back down, continuing to massage it softly. "Shut the fuck up, Tomlinson." He smiled, always being proud of the fact that he'd taken Louis' last name the day of their wedding. Louis sat up, well, struggled to sit up, his feet sliding out of Harry's lap.

"Sometimes I hate you." He said jokingly. The baby kicked rather hard, causing Louis' hand to fly to his stomach and groan. "Like now. I hate you right now." He managed to mutter out, his face scrunched up and hidden into the sofa as he waited for the baby to calm down.

"He's going to be sassy. Just like you." Harry nodded, his hand rubbing softly at Louis' belly, knowing that was really the only way the baby would stop being so squeamish. "Or SHE'S going to be sassy." Louis argued back.

They had chosen to keep the baby's sex a surprise and of course, Louis and Harry had different choices of what they wanted. Louis relaxed a little, and let Harry continue rubbing his belly with his soft large hands, now getting only tiny kicks from the baby. "Have you decided on the names yet?" Harry asked calmly. It was rare moments like these when Louis was quiet and collective, not breathing as hard and not complaining as much that Harry liked to ask questions.

"Yeah, for a girl, maybe Louise or Louisa." He nodded. "And for a boy... I've decided we can name him after you." He smiled. Harry wanted nothing more than for their first born son to be named after him and had been pestering Louis for months about it. Harry's face lit brighter than the Christmas tree that was in the corner of their flat, covered terribly in oddly matched ornaments, a star crooked on top, because Louis had insisted that day that he put it up without help, and tiny presents underneath, marked with each of their friends name on it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Harry mumbled, giving Louis multiple kisses. Louis chuckled, kissing him back, and then feeling Harry's plush pink lips against the skin of his belly as Harry pushed his sweater up a bit.

"You hear that little baby Harold? We'll have matching names." Harry whispered, staring in aw as he saw the baby kick near his face. His eyes widened in excitement, glistening in the soft glow of their living room. "He likes it too!" Louis rolled his eyes, wanting to argue back on how it could be Louise or Louisa arguing back on how she was not a he, but Harry was entirely too happy and yeah, Louis could be a little shit but he didn't want to stop seeing Harry like he'd won the lottery for the second time in a row.

And that's how Harry felt. Like he was the luckiest man in the world who's luck wasn't running out anytime soon. Louis smiled and watched him softly before tugging on one of Harry's loose curls. "Babe, can we go shower, I'm hot." He mumbled. "Damn right you are." Harry said lamely chuckling and standing up quickly, holding his hands out to help Louis up as well. He kept his hand on the small of Louis' back as they walked, or Harry walked; Louis waddled, to the bathroom, passing the pastel yellow nursery that was now eagerly awaiting little baby Tomlinson's arrival.

Louis was only 6 months, but compared to how small he was, his belly was fairly big, his hand looking like a mere speck as he rubbed it slowly over his belly. Harry had started the shower to the exact temperature he knew Louis liked, despite it being a bit hot to himself, and started to help Louis undress, slipping his sweater off, exposing his tan, smooth round belly, and helping him step out of his sweats, the ones he wore often because 'they're the only things that fit and they're comfortable'.

Harry undressed himself, holding Louis' hand to help him step in, then water drenching both of them. Louis had his back to Harry's chest, his head dipped low as he let the water roll off his back. Harry had wrapped his arms around Louis, barely managing to completely engulf him in his arms.

"Harrryyy." Louis whined, a tone Harry had gotten used to. He didn't mind it of course, because he loved Louis with all his heart and Louis was giving him his first child, so of course Harry felt like he needed to be there for his every want, like making him bacon wrapped strawberries whenever he craved them or rearranging the furniture because he felt they weren't giving off the right vibe.

Harry kissed Louis neck softly. "Yes, Louis?" He asked softly, his hands rubbing softly into Louis belly. Louis leaned his head back against Harry's jaw. "I'm horny." He whispered, nipping at his jaw now. "Really horny." He mumbled, his hand reaching back to easily start stroking Harry. "Very horny." He said again, before sucking a dark mark into Harry's neck, right below his jaw as his hand kept moving up and down. Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he simply nodded his head.

Louis had become extremely hormonal in the last month, which included constant mood swings and a very horny Louis. Of course the Doctor assured them it was normal, and safe for them to have sex whenever, as long as it didn't harm the baby in any way. 'Just, you know, no tying him up, or weird and dangerous toys." The Doctor explained, getting a chuckle out of Harry and a deep blush from Louis.

Harry quickly became hard as Louis continued to stroke him. Harry grabbed Louis's hand before he ended up coming, lacing their fingers and placing them against the steamed shower glass wall. Louis licked his lips, anticipating what was coming next as he kept his head thrown back against Harry's shoulder. It excited him to know that Harry was at his sex needs whenever. Not that he wasn't before but now he was more gentle and compassionate about it and Louis didn't mind that one bit.

Harry pressed his erect cock at against Louis hole, the tip teasing as Louis moaned, pressing his bum back, wanting Harry inside already. Harry kissed at his shoulders, before pushing in all the way, moaning along with Louis. No matter how many times the fucked or made love, Louis always felt so tight around Harry.

Harry started to thrust slowly, his hands moving from over Louis' own and placed back around his taunt belly, his large hands nearly covering it as he started to thrust a bit harder, Louis eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as his fingers curled against the glass. "So good, so fucking good." Louis whispered, his legs spread as he stayed still,letting Harry fuck him hard. yet gentle, both of them howling each others names as Harry started to bang against Louis prostate.

"Oh god, yes Harry, yes. Don't stop, please." He whined and moaned, Harry being submissive and thrusted harder in the same spot over and over again until he felt Louis legs begin to shake. Louis knew his legs would have gave out already if Harry's hands weren't holding his belly securely. Louis hands tried to grasp onto nothing, sliding against the foggy wall now, becoming silent as he felt his dick twitch, his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut as he started to cum without warning, white liquid shooting out and washing away down the drain along with the soapy water.

"F-fuck Harry." Louis gasped, feeling Harry cum deep inside him. He couldn't help it, with Louis' pathetic little whimpers and failures at grasping on to anything. Harry's body relaxed as he pulled out, turning Louis around to face him, Louis' belly pressed against his own fit one. He smiled lazily, leaning in and kissing him deeply. "I love you, you know." He mumbled against his lips. "And I love you, when I'm not being kicked by our child, or throwing up from morning sickness, because at those moments, I strongly dislike you." Louis giggled, keeping their lips pressed together as he managed to stay on his tippy toes to kiss Harry again.

Harry chuckled softly. "You still seduce me into sex, even after I've knocked you up. But yet it's still my fault. Unbelievable." Harry smirked, washing off the rest of their bodies. Louis crossed his arms and shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "Well, it's your fault for being hot." He concluded. Harry only shook his head, his eyes giving Louis his usual loving and gooey stare, that most people got sick from how cute it was, but to Louis, it only made his heart melt more. "I love you." Louis whispered again, nuzzling their noses together. "And I love you." Harry said, staring into Louis' brilliant blue eyes that he hoped their baby acquired. "And baby Harold." Harry smiled, rubbing Louis belly cutely. "Or Louise." Louis grumbled "Or Louise, sorry." Louis gave him a cute crinkly eye smile, feeling the baby kick at Harry's hand, and stared in awe as Harry's face melted once more at the feel of their baby.