Chapter Eighty-Seven:
"It's pretty... So pretty." Louis found himself admiring the off white wall. Harry had been working his ass off painting the walls of their child's nursery.
After all, it was only two weeks until the baby was due. Louis was being kept under close survelience. The doctor believed it was very possible that he could go into early labour.
Harry secretly hoped he did. He just wanted to meet their bundle of joy. He could tell Niall was just as excited, already having put bets that the baby would be a boy against Liam and Ash.
"Oh lord, i'm so glad you like it." Harry smiled. He looked amazing; he was in a baggy denim overall, a pink long-sleeved shirt under it. There was white paint spattered all over him; Louis couldn't help but admire his boyfriend.
"I love you." Louis was smiling so much he thought his face might break in two. "Love you more Lou."
There it was. Those three words 'I love you'. Louis had never been more content in his life.
His boyfriend was a model; he was studying to be a teacher.
What else could you want?
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"Harry! Please love, just give a smile normally?" Louis begged. He was officially bursting. His stomach was huge, his breasts also a small A cup.
"Hazza! You're a model, why can't you just pose for the photographer?" Louis begged his cheeky boyfriend, who continued to pull funny faces at the camera.
Louis was due to give birth in one week. So, he decided to have some professional photographs taken; sadly Harry didn't seem to understand that his hormones were all over the place.
"Hazza stop." Louis sniffled as the photographer made an annoyed noise. Only then did Harry jump back into line, smiling happily for the photographer, making a heart with his hand on his boyfriend's stomach.
Louis smiled happily, leaning back into Harry's embrace.
"Love you."
"Love you more."
The pictures came out wonderfully, Harry made copies and sent them to everyone. His mother cried tears of joy. However, nobody was as happy as Niall. He was, and always would be there shipped captain.
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"Get out, get out, get out!" Louis whined uncomfortably. He was now three days overdue. Little Jordan just didn't want to come out, unfortunately.
Although they were going to have a C-section, the doctor wanted to wait for his water to break first.... and that had not happened.
Louis whined from his position on the bed; he was nothing but a mess of sweat, he just wanted Harry.... wanted Harry to make everything better. But sadly, his boyfriend had gone out; claiming he would bring back a present.
Little did Louis know, Harry was bringing him the one thing he had asked for months ago.
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"Lou?" Harry spoke softly, walking into the bedroom when he heard a soft whine.
"Hey baby, got you your present," Harry spoke with a soft smile as he placed his hands on Louis' stomach. He had kicked the blankets off, so he was left in nothing but Harry's boxers.
Harry had noticed how much more clingy and needy Louis was recent. He loved it.
"What is it?" Louis asked, as he sat up staring at the large box.
"Just open it."
So Louis did, and when he saw what was inside, he cried.
"Hazza... you... you remembered." Louis spoke fondly as he cradled his gift.
A small, female, Pomeranian puppy.
"I know how much you love doggies, Lou. You needed a little cuddle buddy hey baby?" Louis nodded through his tears as he pets the small dog.
Harry could tell Louis was vulnerable, but he planned to do everything he could to make him happy. If that included giving in and getting a puppy, so be it.
"Can I name her?" Louis asked, Harry, nodded as he sat next to his boyfriend, pressing a longing kiss to his forehead.
"Tatiana, I like that name"
So it was settled.
Welcome to the family little Tatiana.
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Three days later, and Louis still hadn't popped. So, the doctors had set a date, tomorrow they would surgically break his water, tomorrow they would get to meet little Jordan.