Over the next week, Harry and Louis' relationship had grown tremendously. Harry was very caring toward Louis, and he was the same toward Harry. Things were very different from last time Louis was with Harry. It wasn't like a real relationship though. Love wasn't involved. So far, it was just two adults who cared about each other. Since Harry got rid of everything in his house while Louis was gone, they were now shopping for things for the babies and the nursery. They were currently at Babies R Us, looking around at the different furniture and different themes for the nursery. He looked over at Harry. "What do you think the theme of their nursery should be? Something really cute. Last time it was just pink, but I think we can do better than that."

Harry, who was pushing a cart around and looking very out of place standing in the middle of the girls aisle, hummed and looked around. "I think we should do turquoise walls with elephants as the theme," he said, speaking easily and not at all fazed. There was a reason his house was featured in magazines so regularly; he had a good taste. He walked up to a shelf and grabbed a half circle looking pillow, and furrowed his eyebrows as he read it. "Nursing pillow," the directions on the back said it was supposed to wrap around your stomach, and allowed the baby to rest in it so you could breastfeed it with no hands. He shrugged and threw it in the csrt, knowing it probably wouldn't be used, but not caring.

Louis hummed as he envisioned it in his head. "That sounds really cute. Just elephants or other animals? I think adding a giraffe or maybe panda bears would be cute." He said. He looked at the pillow. "That could be helpful when I'm feeding them both at the same time. Helps with breastfeeding." He said and looked around. "Should I get a breast pump?" Louis asked looking at Harry. "Maybe just in case if they need to be bottle fed." He said putting it in the cart. "There's so many things." Louis whined.

Harry frowned as Louis ruined the vision in his head. He didn't want it zoo themed. He wanted it elephant themed, meaning he only wanted that giant ass grey thing with the long nose on his children's wall. "No, only elephants. And yeah, but get a double pump one, and not one of those cheap flimsy ones," Harry said, throwing random items in his cart as he walked down the aisle. He was getting more than they'd ever need, or even use, but these were his children and he'd splurge if he damn well felt like it. Before, Louis didn't give Harry a say in anything involving the children, so this was a nice change.

Louis sighed. "Fine. But I think some of the elephants should be pink." Louis said. "They're girls. I want it to be pink." He whined. "They are my children too. Last time you didn't care much about what I did for the room. And why elephants? Why not something cuter than an animal that's big, grey, and weighs like 3 tons." Louis huffed. "What about teddy bears? Or zebras? Maybe forest animals?" Louis asked.

Harry shook his head on every animal Louis said and crossed his arms over his chest. "Big. Fat. Grey. Elephants." He said, cocking an eyebrow in a way that dared Louis to argue. "Maybe a few pink, but that is a big maybe!" Harry said only because the idea of pink elephants wasn't too unappealing. Returning back to the task at hand, Harry grabbed a changing table off of the bottom shelf and set it upright in the cart. "One or two?" He asked, looking up at Louis. "Fuck it, two it is,"

Louis huffed. "If the elephants aren't going to be pink then I want the walls to be pink. Maybe pink with thin stripes of turquoise?" Louis asked. "It's just their bedroom anyway." Louis said. "And are they going to sleep in there when they're newborns or are we going to do a co-sleeping thing?" Louis asked him. Louis grabbed some covers for the changing table and threw them into the cart.

Harry tapped the handle of the cart and stared down the aisle at nothing in particular. Did he want them sleeping in the same bed as them, or in their own room? "Maybe they can co-sleep with us a few nights a week, but I also want them to sleep in their cribs so they don't scream when we do the switch over," Harry said. He wanted to experience all there is to with their children, but he was determined not to make them snobby kids who cling to him and Louis twenty four seven.

He didn't say anything about the nursery, because he wasn't backing down and he didn't want to discuss it anymore. Louis got to pick almost everything else. As he had just said, it was only their room. If they didn't like it, it wouldn't be too hard to paint over it.

Louis looked at Harry. "Well I was thinking that for the first few months they could sleep with us and then once they're like four months old we can start transitioning them over into sleeping in their own crib. Just when they are really young they wake up a lot at night and I think it would be best for both of us if they're by us so we don't have to keep getting up." Louis said with a smile. "By the way, how much work are you going to take off after the girls are born?" He asked looking up at him.

Harry shook his head and began walking. "Two months, then we can start the transition. I don't want them to get too used to sleeping with us," Harry said, grabbing a few packs of breast pads and a couple of bottles. "I don't know if I even am yet, but probably a few weeks," Harry said, humming as he looked down at the bottles. They were the avent bottles with the nipple shaped as a woman's nipple. He has heard how much people praised these bottles, and decided he would see if they were really as good as he's heard. "Do we need one of these?" Harry asked, pausing to point at a large white over stuffed rocking chair. They were in the furniture part of the store now, and he felt excitement bubble in his stomach when he seen row upon row of cribs, bouncers, and swings. He didn't let it show, though, because he was in public and there had been at least ten people here who has already taken pictures.

Louis whined. "Three." He said and crossed his arms over his bump. Louis threw a couple more small things into the cart and gasped at the chair. "Look at how cute this is. Harry we should get it. We could rock them to sleep in this, feed them. Harry please?" He asked. He looked, grinning as he saw more furniture. "We need two cribs, we should probably get swings for sure." He said. "Oo! We need to get mobiles for on top of the crib." Louis said and waddled quickly to go look at some.

Harry rolled his eyes and abandoned his cart to go and find an employee. Turns out, he didn't have to go too far. Half of the stores employees were standing behind him, all looking at things on the shelves to look busy even though they kept glancing at him every few seconds. "Since none of you have nothing better to do than stalk me and my wife, how about you come over here and make yourself useful and help me," Harry said, arms crossing over his chest and right eyebrow inclining. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue when a scrawny male dropped something off the the shelf and scurried over to Harry like a good little puppy. "I'll need three of those chairs," Harry said, pointing at the chair in question. He wanted one for the nursery, one for their room, and one for the living room downstairs.

Louis waddled back over to Harry with three different mobiles in his hand. "This one has different colored stars on it." He said. "This one has white elephants, and this one has pink moons. They all play the same tune. Which should we get for their cribs?" Louis asked. "I also picked out a few blankets and burping cloths." Louis hummed. "Everything here is so cute." He said. "So, which mobile?"

The man had Harry fill out a form with his name, address, and everything else, then he gave him a copy of the shipping form and told him to pay up front. Harry turned around and pursed his lips as he looked at the different mobile. "We need two of the white elephant ones," Harry said, grabbing the blankets and burp cloths from Louis to put them in the basket.

Louis nodded and went back to get a second one, walking back to the cart to put them in. "Now we need to pick out the cribs. I know we need to get a wooden one, but should it be white, dark brown, light brown?" Louis asked. "I think white would go good with the room but it might clash with the white elephant mobile." Louis said and looked up at Harry.

Harry looked at the rows of cribs, head cocked to the side and right eyebrow inclined. "Well, they have light pink ones. If we do a few pink elephants, I think the cribs will be fine as pink," Harry said, trying to envision the room is his head. The pink cribs, turquoise walls, grey and pink elephants, white rocking chair, and other choice decorations. It all looked perfect in his mind, even if it seemed like a bit much for a childs room. "What do you think?" He asked, stuffing the green paper into his jacket pocket before he crossed his arms and turned to look at Louis. He had so much planned, and wished he could do so much more than Louis was allowing him, but he was willing to compromise. As long as they both agreed on things, he was fine. He just enjoyed being able to help with the room in the first place.

Louis hummed. "Pink cribs?" He thought aloud as he looked at the different colors of cribs. "You don't think there's too many different colors do you?" He asked and rubbed his bump, something he began to do now when he was thinking. "I think it will be really cute. Can we get them like, a first teddy bear? I've seen them online. You can get these bears that once their born you can stitch their name, the date and time they were born, how much they weighed and how long they were. I wanna do that. They can sit on the rocking chair." Louis said and smiled at Harry. "We could get a white one and a pink one. I think we can order them online after they're born."

Harry shook his head and walked down the aisle, stopping in front of a pale pink crib that was nearly white. "A colorful room only means we don't have to commit to one color, and if we choose to later on, we won't have to buy all new stuff if we choose to repaint the room or choose a different theme," Harry said, running his hand down the smooth wood. It was a French pale pink damask upholstered crib with creme button tufting, and it was cheaper than he would have thought. "They're only four thousand pounds each," Harry said, waving a hand for an employee before he once again turned to face Louis. "We can get a fetal doppler before then, and record their heartbeats to put in the bears as well, so every time they squeeze them they'll hear their heartbeats." Harry said, liking the idea of the bears. Of course they wouldn't know which heartbeats were which babies, but the idea was cute.

Louis grinned. "I guess that's true. I think pink, grey, and white would have been cute. But I understand all the colors." He said and looked up at Harry. "That's a good idea too. I hope we do that with all our children. It would just be something that we can look at and remember for years to come. Especially the heart beat. I just can't wait for them to be here already." Louis said and smiled. "I can't wait to meet them, and I for sure can't wait to not have this huge pregnant belly." He chuckled and rubbed his bump.

Harry grinned at the idea of having more children, but didn't comment on it because he didn't know if Louis knew what he had just said. Instead, he hummed in agreement and walked over to the same male he had dealt with before. "I need two of these cribs," Harry said, rolling his eyes when the young man gulped and asked which crib Harry meant, even though he was literally pointing at it. Grabbing the rail of the crib and smacking it a few times, Harry said, "This crib. The one I have been pointing at and standing in front of. Do your job correctly and open those big bug eyes instead of asking stupid questions,"

Louis frowned and rubbed Harry's arm. "Hey, it might be his first day and he's nervous. Cut him some slack, okay?" Louis cooed. He always tried to help Harry with his little outbursts, sometimes he wasn't successful, other times he was. The young man nodded quickly, looking at Harry. "S-Sorry sir." He stuttered. "I'll get you the two cribs right away." He said and quickly walked off. Louis huffed. "That poor boy. Scared the shit out of him." Louis said and looked at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged off Louis' hand. "He has to learn somehow, anyway," he said, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't like the disapproving look Louis was giving him, but he also didn't like being scolded for the way he handled things. He wasn't here to sugar coat bullshit and make the boy feel good about himself and the job he is doing, when he was absolutely horrible at it. Why lie to him, and all the other people, and make them believe something untrue? It just wasn't the way he was.... But he was trying to change, so with a low growl he glared at Louis. "I'll be nicer," he said in a childish like voice, nose wrinkling as the foreign word rolled off his tongue.

Louis rolled his eyes. "You are such a drama queen sometimes. I swear." Louis said and leaned against the crib to take some weight off of his back. "He seems like a sweet boy, he's probably my age." Louis said and looked at Harry. "But thank you, please try and be nicer. You never know what someone's going through. Treating people nicely can make their day. If someone's having a bad day and you make it worse by a little comment, it could have a great effect on them."

Harry frowned and nodded, now suddenly looking at it in a different way. Of course he wasn't just going to be nice, but he now knew he should work harder at it. What if he had met Louis those few years ago when he was suicidal, and said something that finally did send him over the edge and made him kill himself?? He wouldn't have had any idea he was the reason Louis had ended his life, nor would he have cared. But his life would be so different right now. He would likely be married to some over obedient wife who would be all too happy to bear his children and not make a fuss when he fucks some prostitute in their bed. Of course Louis didn't know about his adultery yet, and Harry would never tell him. It was a secret best left in the dark.

Louis smiled and softly kissed Harry's cheek. "Thank you." He said. Louis had been there, in a dark place. There were times certain attitudes from people, certain words made him want to end it. And other times when he planned on ending it, someone would say something sweet and it would change his whole day. The young man walked up with two large boxes on a cart. "These are the cribs you wanted. Do you need help putting them in the cart or bringing them out to your car after you check out?" He asked Harry.

Harry eyed the basket and finally just took it. It was one of those large flat ones. He couldn't remember the name of them, but it made it easier for him to push things around and adding the car seats and bouncers and things on top of the cribs would be easier than trying to shove them in Louis' cart. "I'll just take this cart, and pay for them with the rest of my stuff," Harry said, glancing up at Louis just as he mouthed thank you. Harry rolled his eyes and forcing a smile that soon fell into a grimace, Harry looked down at the young man. "Thank you," he said, words forced between his clenched teeth.

The young man smiled. "You're welcome sir." He said and walked away. Louis walked over to Harry and grinned. "See, was that so hard? Look at how happy you made that boy. He's probably going to go home and tell his mum all about his day." Louis said. "One thing that helps when you want to be mean is think if that was your child. How you would want others to treat your child." Louis said.

"If others treated my child with anything less than respect, and I'll bend them like fucking pretzels," Harry growled, eyes growing dark. He would not allow his children to be disrespected by anyway, not even himself. Grunting, Harry began pushing the cart towards the bouncers and car seats. Without asking for Louis' opinion, he grabbed two really nice bouncers, one pink and one blue, two swings, one that was a light bluish color, and one a light pink color, and stopped in front of the car seats. "What do you want?" Harry asked, still glaring as he looked at the many options.

Louis nodded. "Exactly. So you should treat other people that way because they're someone's child." Louis said and looked at the car seats. He looked at one that was mostly black, but had purple detailing that had butterflies on it. "Oo look, we can get one of them in purple and another in pink. Help us tell them apart?" Louis asked. "Oh my god. How are we going to tell them apart?" Louis asked Harry. He never thought about it before.

Harry nodded and grabbed the car seats, one purple and one pink, both still having the butterflies. He set them on top of the other boxes and grinned at Louis. "How do you tell your sisters apart?" He asked, rolling his eyes. "Even if they are identical, it won't be hard. They are our children, and we will be able to tell them apart," Harry said, abandoning his cart to walk over to Louis. "If not, we'll have blood tests when they're older to see which ones blood type matches with the ones taken at the hospital," Harry said, grinning. He was of course joking. Telling their kids apart would be easy once they actually see them.

Louis sighed. "I know. But that's when they're older and have their own personalities. When they're itty bitty babies fresh out of the womb it's going to be harder to tell. Maybe one of them will have a really cool birthmark." Louis said and looked up at him. "I'm an anxious person. I worry about stupid things. You should have caught on by now." Louis teased.

"Oh I have," Harry said, grinning. He began pushing the cart again, heading towards the breast pumps. "Even the ones who like exactly alike, have something different. Maybe it's the color of their eyes, or even their hair color. When you see them, I promise it will be as easy as telling them apart as it is with two total strangers," Harry said, crossing his arms over the handle of the cart. Even if their kids had no noticeable traits that were different, he didn't have one single worry about not being able to tell them apart.

Louis waddled next to him pushing his own cart and using it as support. All this walking was starting to get really hard for him. His back and feet were starting to hurt like mad, but he didn't want to complain to Harry. "I guess so. I'm just worried we'll mix them up and they'll have the wrong identify forever." Louis pouted and rubbed his back with his hand, sighing heavily. "Can we sit down? Just for a bit?" Louis asked Harry.

Harry stopped walking instantly and looked down at Louis, noticing the way he was arching his back and how he kept shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. He glanced around the store and noticed the benches sitting on the other side of the store, but then he happened to glance down at his watch. It was nearly three o'clock. Biting his lip, Harry sighed and nodded. "Fine, but we need to hurry. We've been shopping for nearly two hours, and we still have a lot of stuff to get," Harry said, leading them over to the benches.

Louis looked at Harry. "Why do we need to hurry? Do you have an appointment with someone or something?" Louis asked and sat down, sighing in relief. It helped a little, but not much. He could not wait for this pregnancy to be over. Every morning he woke up and would just count down the days until this was all over. He knew it would be worth it because they would have their daughters, but he was looking forward to not having to carry this much extra weight around.

Harry pushed the carts so they were off to the side of the bench and took a seat next to Louis, their knees brushing from how close they were sitting. "I have a meeting at five with a man for the building I just bought and the potential businesses we can start their and eventually branch out with," Harry said, glancing down at his watch out of habit. He didn't want to rush them, because he knew Louis was already pushing himself further than he should, but the meeting was very important, and could potentially be a fantastic business investment.

Louis could tell Harry was antsy about getting shopping done. He didn't want to disappoint him. Even though he wanted to sit for five more minutes to try and alleviate some of the pain in his back, he knew he wasn't going to. He grunted as he stood up, looking at Harry. "Okay. Let's get shopping done." Louis said. His back and ankles were screaming at him to sit back down. He looked at Harry. "How many more things do we need." He said and flashed Harry one of his famous, fake, wife smiles to show that he was okay.

Harry glared at Louis and stood up. He placed his hands on Louis' shoulders and gently guided him back down into the seat, not missing the hiss of approval he let out as the cushions formed around his aching spine. "You, stay," Harry said, keeping his hands placed firmly on Louis' shoulders to hold him in place. "I'll go finish shopping, then we can check out. Watch this cart," Harry said, pointing towards the shopping cart with the cribs and other large boxes. He didn't really want to shop alone, but Louis needed to rest. He was in his third trimester, which was a miracle for people pregnant with twins. Rest was something he needed as much as possible.

Louis looked up at Harry and nodded. "Okay." Louis said and smiled, sighing happily as he leaned back into the cushions. He looked at the cart, smiling fondly at it. He couldn't believe they were shopping for the arrival of their children. Sometimes it didn't feel real to him, that he was having children. He rubbed his bump and smiled. "Hopefully you don't give me too much trouble. Maybe you can come a little early for me? Yeah?" Louis cooed. He could only hope.

Harry quickly shopped for the rest of their stuff. Well, the stuff they could get here. He got a breast pump, ordered four dressers, one blue, one pink, one grey and one white just so they could see which one they liked more. He would either send back the other three, or two, or however many Louis decided not to keep, or he'd just give them away. With the green shipping note tucked in his pocket with the other one, he got two lamps, just simple black ones, and a few other things. Half an hour later he was returning to Louis with his shopping cart overflowing with things, and at least four different green slips in his pocket. "Ready?" He asked, biting his lip as he looked back and forth between the three over flowing carts.

Louis nodded and looked at Harry. "Yeah. I'm all ready. You didn't have a lot of trouble finding things without me." Louis chuckled and stood up slowly. He rubbed his back and smiled. "I really needed that. Thank you so much Harry." Louis said and waddled over to the cart. "I can't wait to get home and take a nice, hot, bubble bath." Louis said and closed his eyes at the thought, smiling wide. "Ugh I can't wait."

"I don't mind. They are my children too," Harry said, struggling with the carts for a second before he managed to fit two carts together, the undercarriage for the one cart hooking onto the flat cart, making it easier for him to push two, leaving Louis with one. "You're eating first," Harry said, biceps bulging as he began pushing the carts.

Louis nodded as he pushed the cart. "Okay. I'm not really that hungry though. Which is weird because I'm always hungry." Louis chuckled. The young man from earlier came walking up. "Sir, let me push the cart for you. You're pregnant, it must not be good on your back." He said. Louis blushed and stepped out of the way, letting the young man push the cart for him.

Harry glared at Mr. Captain save a hoe, but refrained from saying anything for the sake of Louis. It annoyed him that the kid insisted on helping, but he was reminded it was for his kids and not himself. "You're eating," Harry said, voice carrying authority as he walked to the front of the store. Through the glass he seen all the photographers with their cameras pointed in the store, flashes lighting up the space around them as soon as Harry and Louis came into view.

Louis walked up to the checkout with Harry, thanking the young man as he left. Louis covered his face with his arms and frowned. "Can't they just not do this one time we go out into public. I'm so sick of it." Louis snarled and looked away from the window. His happy mood turning sour quickly. "I'm tired. I don't want cameras flashing in my face. If one of them touch me, I'm going to cut a bitch." Louis snapped. Oh his lovely pregnancy hormones.

Harry pulled Louis into his side and allowed him to bury his face in his side as he checked out. The things he ordered would be at his house tomorrow, and after paying for everything, a few employees came over and insisted on pushing their carts out and for once Harry didn't fight. He instead wrapped his arm around Louis and held him close, his large frame blocking Louis from the flashing cameras as they walked out of the store. Being the smart people most of them were, nobody moved forward nor did they crowd them. They stayed back, cameras still flashing and questions Harry had no intention of answering were asked. He had been dealing with people like this for years, and was used to them, but that didn't mean he wasn't annoyed.

Louis buried his face into Harry's arm, trying to hide from the cameras as best he could. Louis was still not used to it. He didn't know how he ever could be. It was beyond annoying, the flashes of the camera gave him headaches. He just hated it. He knew they were obsessed with their relationship and wanted to know every detail about their babies. But he didn't want them to. He didn't want all of his privacy to be taken away.

"Get the fuck away or I'll shove those cameras up all yer arses!" Harry yelled, a few of his men appearing seconds later. A diamond was formed around them, and Louis was blocked from the cameras views. When they had first got married, Louis didn't have a single idea why Harry cherished his privacy so much, but the months that followed gave him a strong idea, and part of Harry hated that he now understood why. Nobody should have to real with this. Their lifes shouldn't be out there in the open for everyone to see. They couldn't do anything they wanted out in public without being stalked and having pictures taken.

Louis walked with Harry to the car, holding onto him tightly. Even with the cameras around, Harry's touch, made him feel protected. He felt safe in the older man's arms and he never wanted to be out of them. When they got to the car, they began putting everything in, having a slight hard time getting everything to fit. He was so glad that this was the biggest shopping trip they would have to do.

After struggling for a few minutes to fit their things in the car, Tom finally broke free from the pyramid and went and fetched one of the giant suvs Harry's security guards drove to put the rest of the things in. "Make sure the employees make it inside safely," Harry said to Tom, quickly glancing over at the three terrified looking employees that had large men in black suits surrounding them, blocking them too from the cameras. Tom blinked at his boss a few times, surprised he was worried about the employees. It was so out of character for Harry. "And make sure they don't say a thing about anything they've heard today, or seen," Harry added as he climbed into the backseat of his car with Louis, and it now made sense. Harry didn't care about them, he was just covering his own ass.

Louis got in the car, watching as Tom went to help the employees get back inside. Louis groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His back was killing him, and now his sides were starting to ache too. He huffed and looked at Harry when he got in the car. "Can you give me a back rub later? My back and sides hurt. Is that normal?" Louis asked. "It's like everything aches." Louis pouted.

Harry watched through his window as the photographers got into their cars, a few lingering back to take pictures of Harry's car that had tinted windows in hopes that they would catch something. "It's normal for everything to ache, yes. A warm bath and some rest will help ease it," Harry said absentmindedly, eyes completely focused on nothing in particular that sat outside his window. He didn't understand why his life was so interesting to people. He had an interesting job, and got to do some pretty amazing things, but why would someone care about him going shopping for baby stuff?? It wasn't that interesting, people do it daily.

Louis looked over at Harry. He didn't understand why Harry was so focused on the people outside. "I know this is weird to bring up now but it just popped into my head." Louis said as he turned slightly towards him. "I know I'm having a c-section. But is it going to be scheduled? And what happens if I go into labor before then?" Louis asked softly and looked down at his bump, smiling as his bump moved slightly, seeing the girls move inside him.

Harry sighed and moved so his arm was now resting on the door and he was facing forward, eyes pinned on the black headrest. He had enough of staring at the idiots outside. "It should have already been scheduled, but I'm sure your doctor wanted to see the girls growth before deciding," Harry said, convincing Louis even though he himself was annoyed with the doctor. He didn't know exactly how far along a patient is before the doctor schedules a c-section, but he knew it was around thirty weeks and Louis was a few days past his thirty week mark. "If you go into labor before then, they will most likely stop your contractions until you are able to go back and have the c-section,"

Louis looked at Harry. He knew it was hard to tell, but he could tell Harry was annoyed with him. "Just continue staring at your stupid headrest. I won't bother you with any questions regarding our children again." Louis huffed and crossed his arms over his bump. Over the past week since he has been with Harry again, he felt like a complete nuisance. Even though Harry helped him out, he tried to complain less and less because he didn't want to bother him. Although their relationship was much better than before, the dark place in Louis' mind continued to convince him that he was just there to carry Harry's babies and nothing more. That there would be no use for him after the babies came. He knew he was getting bad again. He figured it was from the pregnancy and his hormones being out of whack, but he didn't mention it to Harry. Because he didn't want to annoy him more than he already did.

Harry scoffed and looked at Louis, eyebrows raised. "What the hell did I do now? I answered the questions, did I not?" He said, twisting his spine to face Louis. He didn't know what just happened, but it was a frequent occurrence. They'd be fine and talking, then Louis would read too much into something Harry said, or did, and would just stop talking. "I want to talk about our children, you know I do. I'm just annoyed that your doctor, who should be on top of everything, hasn't explained this to you or set up a date," Harry said, sighing softly before he leaned over and grabbed Louis' hand. The boy wouldn't look at him, but Harry could still see how hurt he was over something he had said. "What's wrong?"

"You're annoyed with me. Everything I do is just annoying." Louis said and looked away from Harry, tears coming to his eyes. He didn't want to break down in front of him. He didn't want Harry to know how he was feeling. He didn't want Harry to worry even more than he already did. "I'm fine. It's just my hormones." Louis said and looked out the tinted window, quickly wiping the tears that began to roll down his cheeks. "Nothing wrong. I promise, just me being hormonal." He said again, trying to convince him. But he didn't know if it would work.

Harry was torn between agreeing with Louis just to push him away, or trying to comfort him and let him know he wasn't, even though that was foreign to him. He bit his lip and, with a low groan, scooted closer to Louis so he could pull Louis into his side, Harry's hand closing around his sharp hip bone. "I'm not annoyed with you," Harry promised, burying Louis' head in his neck so he could rest his chin on top of it. "I'm annoyed at every other thing in this world, but not you, and especially when it comes to our children," Harry said in a soft voice, sounding and acting completely strange. He didn't know if he was doing this right, or if he was even saying anything that would help.

Louis sniffled and closed his eyes, loving when Harry held him close like this. "But I feel that way. All the time." Louis said and cuddled closer. "Like you're going to get sick of me after I'm not carrying the girls anymore. That I gave you what you wanted and all I am is a body to carry babies in." Louis said. "Sometimes I think that you would be happier if I went away after the girls are born." Louis whispered and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You're right," Harry said, pausing long enough to let the words sink in before he squeezed Louis' hip tightly, just to reassure him in some way that he wasn't leaving, and that he was here. "In the beginning, that's all you were and that's all I wanted from you. You were my incubator for my children, and my sex slave. But now," Harry broke off and shook his head, not understanding what he was about to say himself, but knowing deep down it's what he felt. "Now you mean a great deal to me, and I don't want to lose you. I admit, it will be a hard journey for us, but I want our marriage to work. I want to let these things I am feeling, grow and expand into something stronger. I want you, Louis. And I want our little family."

Louis looked at Harry, sniffling. "You really mean that?" He grinned. He knew that even though Harry was reassuring him, within a couple days he would feel like shit again. "But that doesn't help." Louis frowned. "I'm sad again." Louis said and bit his lip. "I don't know why. Ever since I got back, it's like I'm so insecure and feel like everyone would be better off without me. I don't think it's anything you did. I just feel that way. Like I have nothing to live for. I feel like I felt when I was 15. When it was really dark. But it's not constant. It's just flare ups, I don't know." Louis said.

Harry pulled back and grasped Louis' chin with his pointer finger and thumb, forcing him to look up at him and when those ocean blue eyes locked with him, a small smile tugged at his lips. "You have so much to live for. Our children need a mother, and I need a pain in the ass wife that will keep me in check and remind me of the humanity I need to have," Harry said, grinning as he brushed his thumb across Louis' bottom lip, their eyes still locked. "Whenever you get sad or feel as if the world is better off without you, I want you to tell me and I will drive you to the new building I am buying because of you,"

Louis sniffled. "I'm sorry. I hate feeling this way." Louis said. "I think I need to get back on my medication. But I can't take them until I'm not pregnant anymore. I don't even know if I can take it while breastfeeding." Louis sighed and looked at Harry. "A new building? What do you mean?" Louis asked confused.

"I think you need to stop reading articles about us and our relationship, and don't even try to deny that you do because you've left them pulled up on the computer a few times," Harry said, disapproval heavy in his voice. It's not like he hasn't got on himself and read a few these past few weeks, but he wasn't the over emotional pregnant one who took everything to heart. Swallowing thickly, Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat and began to wave a hand to show he didn't want to discuss the topic, but he instead let it fall to his lap and he sighed loudly. "The new building I bought will the starting of yet another one of my businesses. It will be a place for troubled teens who, instead of being made feel insane and locked in a hospital, will have a place to willingly stay at when they become suicidal. Of course it will still be like a hospital, but more warm and welcoming. A fragile person doesn't need needles stuck in their arms and drugged. They need to know that someone is there for them, and that they aren't alone,"

Louis sighed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what people were saying. But then it became an obsession because mostly everything was bad." He stared at Harry, his eyes wide and his bottom trembling. He couldn't believe Harry was doing that. "You're really building that?" Louis asked. "That's amazing. You're doing a really great thing. I know that I could have used something like that a couple years ago." Louis said and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek.

Harry's nose wrinkled automatically at the show of affection, but quickly brushed off his discomfort and instead focused on how soft Louis' lips were against his stubbly cheek. "Yes, well, teen suicide has skyrocketed in the past few years, and I realized I had to do something about it," Harry said, sighing internally when the gates to his home came into view. He didn't pull away like he wanted to, because he quite enjoyed sitting so close to Louis. But something in the back of his head kept nagging him, telling him not to show affection in front of his employees.

"You know something I've always wanted to do?" Louis asked. "I know our government has given us no choice on our spouse or how many children we have. But, I want to change that. Somehow. At least for people who are in really horrible situations. Where they're being abused by their husbands or things like that." Louis said. "Like a rescue center. Or something. I know it's technically against the law but, people in horrible situations like that deserve to be saved."

Harry bit his lip and just nodded, not letting Louis know that he sort of already did that under the radar. It was in an inhumane way, but for years that's what Harry has been doing; he's been saving women and men in abusive relationships. "That would be lovely," he said, easily keeping everything running through him mind to himself. He wasn't exactly too keen on the idea of once again being looked at like he was a monster by Louis. Especially not now that they were doing so well.

Louis nodded. "It would, wouldn't it?" Louis smiled. "I don't want our girls to be put in the system like this. I don't want anyone to hurt them. I can't let anyone hurt them. I won't." He said and rubbed his bump. "I wish the system would change. That we could have our own free will." Louis said and looked over at Harry. "But I doubt that's ever going to happen. I mean, how would someone even do that?" Louis sighed and looked down at his bump again.

Harry didn't have an answer for that. The way their system worked, has kept their country floating for centuries. Arranged marriages and complete control for the males, is all anyone really knows. If women were looked at as more than breeders, or whores, what would the world be like? It honestly intrigued Harry, and he vowed right here right now that his girls wouldn't know the pain of the system, and that they alone would be worth more, and do more, than even he could hope.

Louis looked over at Harry and sighed. The system did work, but was it fair? It wasn't. Women weren't allowed to be dominant in this country. All women were submissive to their male partners. Some men were submissive like himself, able to carry children. He was hopeful someday it would change, if enough people went against the system, couldn't they break the system? Maybe someday. Louis sat up when the car stopped in front of the house.

Harry shook his head free of thoughts of the system and looked down at Louis when he pulled back. "Bath time?" He asked, grinning. Without waiting for his response, he climbed out of the car and held his door open for Louis. "While you're bathing, I'll have Hector prepare dinner for you so it will be done by the time you are finished dressing," Harry said, forgetting the fact that Hector wasn't here, but rather at home with his wife, who just had their second child.

Louis looked at Harry. "Haz, Hector is at home, remember? His wife just had a baby." Louis smiled. "I can't wait until he comes back to see pictures. Do you remember if they had a boy or a girl?" Louis asked as he waddled into the house with Harry. "A bath sounds amazing. I think it will really help my back. But I could prepare my own dinner if you want. Since Hector isn't here." Louis said.

Harry frowned and rubbed his chin with his hand. Hector just had a child last year, hadn't he?? His wife must hate him, considering she's pretty much been pregnant for the past two years. "I must have forgot," Harry mumbled, a memory of a heavily pregnant woman waddling through his house during his renovation popping into mind. He smiled small and walked with Louis up the stairs, the pace slow because he was behind him, but he didn't mind. "No, no. I'll make something while you bath and just put it in the oven to keep it warm. Then I'll get ready and leave," Harry said. It was a lot more work than he was hoping for, but Louis needed to eat.

Louis looked at Harry. "Well once he comes back I can't wait to see pictures. Are you sure you don't want me to make it? I can." Louis said. When Harry gave him a look he nodded. "Okay, okay." He said and slowly went up the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly. "I almost wish you could install those chair things for old people. So I could sit and go up the stairs rather than walk." Louis chuckled.

"Yeah, so you can use it for a few weeks then never again," Harry said, rolling his eyes. It was actually a tempting idea. Of course his ideas for it didn't involve going up and down the stairs so he didn't have to walk, but rather fucking in it on the go. Grinning, Harry opened the bathroom door and automatically walked over to the large bathtub and turned on the water, making it warm before he put in the plug and stood up. "Did Hector have a boy or a girl?" Harry asked, obviously not hearing Louis when he had asked the same question.

"Harry, I have like eight weeks left. And who knows, maybe we'll have more children. I know you really want a boy." Louis said and sighed heavily when they got to the bathroom, trying to catch his breath. "I wouldn't mind having another baby. I just never want to have twins again." Louis said. Louis watched Harry and sighed. "I already asked you that question because I didn't know. But I think they had a boy. Because I remember him telling me the reason why they tried again so quickly is because they had a girl and he really wanted a boy. But I don't know if he got his son." Louis shrugged.

"Do you really want one?" Harry asked. "I'll get you one if you would really use it," Harry said, stepping in front of the mirror. His reflection was strange. His eyes didn't have bags underneath them, and they didn't droop from exhaustion, but were rather light with happiness. A small was on his face, making his dimples pop out and the corner of his eyes crinkle. It made him uncomfortable, but at the same time he found it interesting. He's never looked this way before, not even when he's faked it.

Clearing his throat, Harry looked down at the sink and turned on the water to allow it to get cold before he loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket. "I hope he got a boy. He's always talked about teaching his boy how to cook and be a man, and how to treat their significant other," Harry said, bending down to cup the water in his hands and splash his face after he had set his jacket on the counter.

Louis shrugged. "I mean, I don't know. I think it would make things a lot easier on me. But I don't know if it's something we should get." Louis said and looked at Harry. "I hope they did too. I would feel bad for his wife because if they didn't I'm sure they will try again pretty quick." Louis said and then bit his lip. "We're gonna wait a while to have another kid right?" Louis asked. "I mean, it's not really my decision. I just, this pregnancy has been really hard on my body and I really don't think getting pregnant right away would be a good idea." Louis said. "What were you thinking?"

Harry sighed as the cool water splashed over his heated face, running down along the length of his nose and landing on his lip before it trailed down his chin and fell, creating a dark spot on his blue dress shirt. "I don't know. I would like all of my children to be close in age, but I wouldn't want you to have one pregnancy right after the other. I think a few months, maybe a year, in between each child will be perfect," Harry said, words muffled as he towel dried his face. A few of his curls got wet, but he ignored them as they soaked his shirt and turned around to watch as Louis got undressed. "We never agreed on how many children we wanted," Harry said, leaning against the counter with his right hip.

Louis sighed. "I guess it would be best to get it all over with. I love children, just pregnancy is a lot worse than I thought it was." Louis said and got the bubble bath, putting bubbles into the bath. He looked over at Harry. "Yeah, I guess we never have talked about it." Louis shrugged as he looked down at his hands. "How many do you want?" He asked. "I honestly don't know. I hate being pregnant but I love kids. So I guess it depends how much it's worth it. But I don't know what having a child is like." Louis shrugged.

Harry watched for a second as Louis struggled up the step of the bath. The boy was torn between keeping one hand on the small of his back, and one on his stomach, or moving one to grab something to make it easier to get in the tub. Harry threw the towel off to the side and walked over to him, offering him a hand while the other one instantly found the curve just above Louis' arse, his hand beneath Louis', making it so his pointer finger was laced with Louis' pinky finger. "The twins will be a trial run," Harry said, slowly following Louis up the three steps. "If we can handle two of them at the same time, then I imagine we can handle anything," he said as Louis finally sunk down in the warm water, the soapy liquid lapping over the edge of the tub and soaking Harry's black dress shoes, but he didn't care. They were only one of fifty other pairs.

Harry watched as his swollen stomach disappeared beneath the water, the only visible thing being his belly button that poked out of the bubbles. Stretch marks littered his stomach, the red and purple lashes angry looking. Louis was self conscious about them, but Harry always reminded him it was his children who caused it, and that he should feel beautiful wearing them. They are proof that his stomach was once a home, and the stretch marks were the decorations their children chose.

Harry sighed and shook his head when he heard Louis whimper quietly. He knew the pregnancy was hard on Louis, but he was pregnant with twins. That wouldn't happen every other time, and pregnancies apparently, or so he heard, gets easier after the first one. "I'll make a deal with you right now. You only have to deal with being pregnant two more times, if, and that's a very big if, I get at least one son," Harry negotiated, thinking it was honestly a pretty good compromise. He had originally wanted a large family, but if he got four kids he would be fine.

Louis held onto Harry's hand, struggling to get into the tub. When he finally sunk down into the water and some of the water splashed over, he felt like such a whale. "I'm sorry." Louis quickly said as he looked over the edge to see Harry's dress shoes soaked. "Shit, those are probably really expensive. I'm really sorry." Louis said and sat back in the tub. He thought about what Harry said for a moment. Two more times? Just thinking about it made him want to cry. He just hoped he would never have twins again. Louis looked over at Harry. "Okay. You have a deal. But, I want to know how many kids you wanted originally. Before you met me." Louis said and sunk down into the tub more, his belly poking out slightly above the water. He could instantly feel the soreness in his back and legs fade away. It was amazing what baths did for him.

Harry brushed off Louis' apologies and took a seat on the edge of the tub, his hands folding in his lap. "Before I met you, I wanted only one of each gender simply because I didn't feel like I'd be a fit enough father to care for any more than that. But originally, when I was just a child, I wanted a large family, with at least six kids. Of course now I realize how hectic our home would be, and I don't really care for that many any longer," Harry said, staring at a wall, but unseeing. He was lost in a memory, trying to recall the exact moment he gave up on wanting a big family and cut the number down by four kids. He had once been a happy child, but then he grew hateful and miserable, and it was around that time that six children became something he didn't want. A small family seemed easier, more manageable.

Louis smiled at Harry. "I don't think four kids would be bad. I think it would be perfect. I would have a couple more though if we didn't have a boy. I just think if we got to six kids and still didn't have a boy, I don't think we should keep trying. Because sometimes when you don't get something, it's just not in the cards for you." Louis said. "My home was very hectic. There's five including me. It's insane." Louis said and chuckled. "Especially with four girls. They fight all the time." Louis hummed and thought about his family. He did miss them, but he was glad to be out of the house and on his own with Harry.

Harry laughed and stood up, his long legs easily reaching the bottom step with only one step. "I can only imagine. I only had one sister, and that was hell," Harry said, gathering up Louis' clothes and setting them in the hamper. "Well," Harry began, glancing down at his watch. "It's a quarter to four, so I'll go downstairs and prepare your meal," Harry said, his shoes making squishy sounds as he walked. He'd have to throw these away because, as Louis had said, they were expensive, but didn't hold up to water very well.

Louis giggled. "You're lucky. Sisters are horrible, sometimes." He said and smiled at him. "Thanks for cooking for me." Louis said and smiled, giggling when he heard the squishing noises. "Again, I'm really sorry!" He called out after him as Harry walked out of the bathroom. He sighed in content, closing his eyes as he sat in the bath. It was moments like these where he sat there, glad Harry and him were back together and under the same roof.

Harry grinned all the way down the hallway, and even continued grinning when he reached his bedroom and set down on the edge of his bed to remove his soaked shoes. The stitching was already coming undone, and the sole of the shoes was falling off the rest of the shoe. He sighed and tossed them in the nearest bin, then removed his socks and padded downstairs with his bare feet. He got to work in the kitchen, quickly making a simple dish of spaghetti with store bought French bed. He hummed the entire time he cooked, getting lost in the task. He doesn't really cook much anymore, which is something he regrets. He is actually quite good at cooking, something both his mum and nan taught him how to do behind his father's back.

He hummed a song only he knew as he put a lid on the cooked pasta and set it in the oven so it would stay hot, as well as the pot of sauce. The bread he put in a basket and set it on the table, a plastic lid cover going over it to keep it as fresh as it possibly could remain. "Dinners done!" Harry yelled as he walked past the bathroom once he reached the upstairs. He knew he should probably check on Louis, but he was already cutting it close and had to get dressed.

Louis was just getting out of the tub when Harry walked past. He didn't want to bother him so he got out himself, struggling slightly to do so. He wrapped himself in a towel, panting as he stood up. "Fucking belly always getting in the fucking way. Stupid back fucking hurting." He swore under his breath as he stood. He didn't bother drying off his legs, he couldn't see them so what was the point. He waddled into the bedroom and looked at Harry. "How long are you going to be gone?" He asked as he looked in his closet, grabbing a silk robe, tying it above his bump.

Harry was nude when Louis walked in, his clothes a pile on the floor. He walked over to the dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, not bothering to pull them on when he turned to face Louis. "An hour tops," Harry said, pulling the boxers up and over his legs and letting the elastic band of the black material smack against his hip bones. "It's just a quick meeting," He mumbled as he walked past Louis and into the closet. He gazed at the rows of suits, and finally decided on a simple black suit with a white button up shirt.

Louis nodded. "Okay." Louis hummed. "I can't wait to hear about your day when you get home." Louis said and looked at him. "That's a really nice choice for a suit. You look really hot in that. Well, you look hot in anything. But, damn." Louis said and bit his lip, smirking slightly at the man. "Is there anything you want me to do while you're gone?"

Harry rolled his eyes as he tugged on the pants. "As if I didn't know that. Look at this v-line," Harry joked, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it up quickly. "For starters, you can eat, then you can fuck yourself with your fingers and get yourself ready so by the time I'm home, you're ready to be fucked by my cock," Harry said, grinning when he seen Louis flush. The boy always got courageous and said something, then regretted it when Harry said something twice as dirty.

Louis' jaw dropped slightly, his eyes wide as he looked at Harry. "O-Oh." He stuttered in complete shock. "I can do that. Whatever you want, daddy." Louis said. Although he didn't know how fucking himself with his fingers was going to work since the big bump was in his way, but he knew he would manage. He stared at Harry's v-line, looking back up at Harry when his shirt covered it.

Harry laughed, silently enjoying the way the nickname rolled off of Louis' tongue, and pulled up the collar of his shirt and walked back into the closet. "Come help me pick out a tie?" He asked, glancing at Louis over his shoulder. "Make sure it's... silly," he murmured, grinning as his hand glided down Louis' side. He wanted to bound Louis' hands together with the tie, but the large bump was a reminder it would be difficult. Regardless, Harry would find a way to do it that would make it both comfortable and enjoyable for Louis.

Louis shivered as Harry's hands touched him. In these moments especially, whenever Harry would just so slightly touch him, he would melt. Louis looked at the ties, biting his lip as he tried to focus on something else other than Harry's hand on his side. He picked out a tie that was very colorful, it was basically tie-dyed rainbow. "Wear this. Maybe then people will stop saying I'm a girl and get the message I'm a boy." Louis hummed.

Harry laughed and finally removed his hand from Louis' side and grabbed the tie. "You sure?? Shouldn't I just go wrapped in a rainbow flag with a sign waving around me that says 'I'm a fucking queer'?" Harry asked. "Otherwise, people will just think I've gone crazy and have decided to spruce up my wardrobe," Harry said, even though he was already threading the tie around his neck and tying it quickly. He had it knotted perfectly in a few seconds flat, the rainbow colors popping against his coal black suit.

Louis nodded. "Positive. Tie-dye is extra gay. Tie-dye was my shit when I was 11." Louis giggled. "But you should do the flag thing too. I think it would make your suit pop even more." Louis said and laughed, smiling wide at Harry. "Damn, you do look great. Too bad you have to go to a meeting or I could say you could fuck me right now. Who knows, maybe when you get back I'll be too tired for a proper fucking." Louis said.

Harry flattened his collar and pulled on his jacket, growling as he turned to face Louis completely dressed now. "If I had my way, you'd already be thoroughly fucked and comatose," Harry said, taking deliberately slow steps forward until Louis was backed up against the wall that had a mirror. He leaned down and nosed down his jaw, teeth nipping at his chin. "Play that way, and you'll miss out on this," Harry whispered hotly in Louis' ear, hips thrusting forward so his semi hard cock pressed against Louis' hand. Even though he was nearly flaccid, he was still large, his cock creating an extremely noticeable bulge even when he wasn't hard.

Louis looked at Harry. "Come on daddy. Just call them and say I'm not feeling well and that you need to take care of me. They'll understand. I'm pregnant." Louis said, gasping a bit when his back hit the mirror. Louis whined softly at the light touches. "Please daddy?" He whispered and looked at the man innocently. He slowly moved his hand up and down, palming the man's bulge slowly.

Harry shook his head and growled, breaking away from Louis. "I've invested too much into this to let it all fall now," Harry said, nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths. He wanted to stay home, he truly did, but he has already rescheduled several times prior to today's meeting. If he did so again, all hope would be lost and ninety percent of the money he has invested will be lost. He couldn't afford that large of a lose. Well he could, he just didn't like losing anything, especially when it was so easily avoided.

"But daddy.. If you say it's an emergency they'll understand. You can't help it if something comes up." Louis smirked and palmed him harder. "Come on daddy.. I know you want to stay home. Lying a little won't hurt. Please daddy." Louis begged and looked up at the older man, pouting slightly.

Harry swatted Louis' hand away, finding it difficult not to be aroused, and took another step back. "No," he said firmly, eyes darkening slightly. "I need to go to this meeting, and that is final," he growled, tugging at the obvious tent in his pants that began to grow uncomfortable as the seam of the pants dug into his cock.

Louis huffed. "Well now I don't want to have sex with you when you get back either. Have fun taking care of that yourself." Louis snapped. His pregnancy hormones were truly horrible. Happy one minute, sad the next. Horny to angry. It was a roller coaster of emotions. He pushed past Harry and went downstairs, planning to eat the dinner Harry cooked for him.

Harry rolled his eyes and watched as Louis left, every muscle in his body telling him to chase after him, but his brain knew better. With forced movements, he went over to the shoe shelf and grabbed an identical pair of shoes to the ones Louis had ruined nd pulled on his socks before he tugged on his shoes. He was irritated with Louis, so when he walked past the dining room he didn't say anything. If Louis wanted to be rude, he'd be rude too and ignore him.

Louis looked up as Harry walked past. "Have fun taking care of that when you get back. But for all I know you're going to shove it into some whore." Louis said and crossed his arms over his bump. "Or maybe you will go to the meeting. Who knows what you actually do at work. You don't tell me about it." Louis huffed and went back to eating.

Harry stopped with his hand on the door knob, eyes flaring. "You're right, maybe I'll fuck some nice whore on the way to the meeting, then have a great big fucking orgy during the actual meeting," Harry yelled over his shoulder. It was probably a really stupid idea, but man did it feel great to be a sarcastic asshole. He threw the door open and left, taking quick steps down the stone stairs.

"Go right ahead! See if I fucking care! At least I'm not a man whore like you!" Louis yelled and huffed, balling up his fists. Why did Harry have to go and do that? "Fucking asshole!" He yelled and kicked the table from where he was sitting, then yelped in pain. "Fucking cocksucker." Louis cursed under his breath.

From the door not being fully closed yet, Harry heard half of what Louis said before the door slammed close. Man whore? Him? No. He was a man who enjoyed sex, yes, but he wasn't a man whore. Well, he didn't think he was. "Zeke!" Harry yelled out when he walked into the garage. The man popped up, body hidden behind one of Harry's older, classic cars with a cherry red paint. "We have a meeting to attend," Harry said with raised eyebrows, impatiently waving towards a car. He had no idea why the man spent his free time in the garage, and he never questioned it. As long as Zeke took him where he needed to go, he was fine with whatever.

Zeke looked at Harry and nodded. "Of course sir." He said and walked to the car. He heard the fighting between Harry and Louis and wasn't quite sure if he should bring it up, or ask if he was okay. Zeke walked to the car, opening the door for Harry. He got in the car and then they were off to Harry's meeting.

Harry sat silently in the back of the car, his fist squished against his cheek. He was starting to regret the way he had left Louis, but he couldn't do anything about it now. Sighing, he stared at his shoes, keeping his mind completely blank for the rest of the ride. "Lenny!" Harry greeted the short, stubby man that was balding when he stepped out of his car in front of an all glass, fourteen story building.

"Shall we get on with it?" Harry asked, shaking the man's hand. This meeting had been rescheduled time and time again, and he was relieved he would finally be getting it out of the way.

Louis had finished eating, now sat at the couch. What he said earlier made him think. Did Harry actually do things with other women? Or was he just being insecure? It would make sense. He wasn't a woman. Even though he could carry a child like one, he didn't look like one. The thought scared him. He didn't know what Harry did at work. He honestly didn't want to think about it. He put his feet up on the coffee table, lifting his leg up to see that his big toe on his left foot had a little bruise. He sighed and rubbed his bump, smiling small as he felt some kicks. He then stared at the tv, waiting for Harry to come home like he usually did.

The only thing he had to look forward to.