You, I And Our Little Sunshine || Larry mpreg || Book I [English Translation]

24 - hopeful

A.N.:

Hello, I don't know if everyone has noticed that chapter 23 is online. If not, feel free to check it out before then :)

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[POV Louis]

Immediately I notice that Harry is shivering from the cold and his clothes are soaking wet against his body. Slowly, I detach myself from my boyfriend, who presses me against him again as I try, so that I press him against me again and let my gaze slide to the open door, in front of which stand his packed bags and my mother, who is eyeing Harry worried.

I give her a smile, showing her that she can go quietly and that I will take care of Harry. Hesitantly, she nods and goes back downstairs to my sisters.

"Hey Love," I say and blow a kiss on his temple. "Hi," I hear him whimper softly and gently push him off me so I can look at him more closely.

I brush his wet strands out of his forehead and give a quick kiss on his forehead before I let go of him completely. Immediately, the brown-haired man wraps his arms in front of his stomach and looks at me with watery eyes. Biting his lower lip, he tries to suppress his sobs, but occasionally they leave his mouth.

"You'd better go and have a shower now, or you'll get sick," I murmur, stroking his reddened cheeks once with my thumb. Slowly he trots into the bathroom, where I follow him after I have fetched new clothes from his bag and placed them in front of my wardrobe.

"Here.", I say and hand him a green jumper and a pair of black sweatpants, which he accepts with trembling hands and places on the bathroom cabinet next to the sink. I am just turning to leave the room when he turns me to face him again and places his lips on mine.

Smiling, I disengage after a while and adjust his bandana before leaving the bathroom and going to my room, where I set about clearing out one side of my wardrobe and putting my boyfriend's clothes in it. I then go into the adjoining small kitchen, where there is only a kitchenette with a cooker and sink, and put on a cup of Yorkshire Tea for each of us. After this is also finished, I walk back to my bedroom with steaming cups as Harry leaves the bathroom and enters my room.

"I have cleared out your bags and made room for your clothes in my wardrobe. The left side is now yours," I inform my boyfriend, who looks around the room shyly. "Come here," I say after setting the cups down on the bedside cabinet and open my arms, which the curly-haired lad drops straight into.

"Do you want to tell me why you have your bags with you ?", I want to know from him, but for a while I get no answer. "She kicked me out," he answers so quietly that I barely understand.

"What ?", I ask in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Tears gather in his eyes again and once more I ask myself how many tears we have left, because there shouldn't be any left after the last few days.

"She...said I'm not her son anymore," my boyfriend breathes, turning to the side biting his lower lip. I quickly wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me. "Why, darling ?", I want to know then, as it is all rather curious to me. Why would she abandon her own son, her own flesh and blood, on the street and not want to know anything about him anymore ?!

"Our baby is alive." he says and turns to me with shimmering tears in his eyes. This time, however, they are tears of joy, which I also find myself in. Surprised and at the same time overwhelmed by this news, I look at him.