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A dim glow of sun spilt through the cream-white curtains, the gentle touch of warmth brushing Harry’s face, having him stir awake in his sleep. 

Taking his time, Harry sits up with his eyes half-closed and absorbs the brief silence, accompanied by the singing birds outside. 

It's still a mystery how he is capable of waking up every morning without an alarm clock. 

Taking a look to his right, he finds his loving husband sleeping peacefully. The barrister’s tan skin shines beautifully under the sunlight. Harry beams at him with tired eyes. He doesn't have the heart to wake him up, but he has to. 

Leaning down, Harry presses a tender kiss on Louis’ rough stubble, “Louis… wake up, please.” 

Stirring at the sound, Louis briefly opens his eyes to catch Harry looming over him with a stunning smile. 

“Morning, baby.” Louis greets with a rasp, the morning voice heavy. 

“Morning, hubby.” Harry felt a shiver at the timbre of Louis' voice. “It's seven, time to get up.” 

“Mhmm.” Louis hums low, his hands coming up to wrap around Harry's slender waist. 

Harry smiles at his cuddly husband, but soon that smile twists into a gasp when Louis slowly slips his right hand into the waistband of Harry’s pyjama shorts, cupping the swelled morning wood in his warm hands. “What do we have here?”

“Louis, it's seven in the morning,” Harry fusses, attempting to oppose but not doing anything to stop it. He's furthermore sore from last night yet the whimper that comes out of his lips when Louis squeezes him is needy. “We don't have time, I have so much to do.” 

“Don't be ridiculous, there's plenty.” Louis admonishes, but it's playful. He takes matters into his own hands and palms the pulsating cock, feeling it get wetter in his hand. “Come closer, baby.” 

Harry shudders with a quiet yes, all his fight dissolving into thin air. He hurries down, lying closely to face his husband.

“Such an obedient wife.” Louis relaxes his cheek on Harry's face when he buries it in Louis' neck, hiding his flushed cheeks. “Let's make you come so you can get back to your wifey duties, okay?” 

Harry could only moan. 

"Abby, your breakfast is ready,” Harry calls out from the kitchen, switching between scrambling eggs, slicing food and flipping pancakes. He pops open the cap of the maple syrup to drizzle it on the pancakes. “Bring Dada with you.”

“Yes, Mama. Dada with me.” He hears his daughter say back, bringing a smile to his face. It hurts how much he loves Abby. 

Harry had constantly desired to have a baby with Louis, ever since he married the man. And to his absolute delight, he momentarily realised that Louis was on the same page all along. 

However, their careers being time-consuming was the only thing that came in the way. 

But, eventually, the urge to have a baby in their life was unavoidable, they both felt the same way and the next thing they knew was them adopting a baby girl with green eyes and a smile that resembled a little too like Louis’ stunning ones. 

Abigail Tomlinson, the sunshine of their lives.

The first year was difficult, provided they had no idea what they were actually doing. Harry and Louis both had taken lengthy breaks from their jobs to be as present as possible.

Harry felt immensely lucky to have a husband like Louis, so devoted and protective. 

Louis was relentlessly supportive at every stage, taking care of Harry at all times as they embarked on this new journey of parenting. 

Harry remembers the number of mental breakdowns he went through, he was always the most sensitive one.

When the baby cried, Harry cried too and there Louis was holding the both of them and whispering sweet nothings. 

That day, Harry realised there was yet another depth to his love for Louis— one he hadn’t known existed. 

He loved him beyond reason, beyond measure.

Fortunately, things got a lot better as time passed by. It got easier to take care of the little bundle of sunshine. 

After a few months, Abby began crawling and interacting with the both of them so lovingly, it was precious and the most beautiful thing in the world.

Harry recollects the way Louis had come running out of the nursery with tears in his eyes, saying Abby was standing on her own and might take her first steps. 

They both had rushed to the nursery and there she was, walking on her own… right towards them. 

It had ended soon, just a couple of steps, but the both of them were bawling their eyes out, holding their chubby baby close and telling her how proud they were.

As years went by, Abby had grown into a gorgeous girl. Her caramel hair with the cutest curls had grown till her waist, her cheeks chubby, her lips rosy pink.

Even though she wasn’t their biological child, her resemblance with Harry and Louis was uncanny. 

Unreal and so beautiful. 

And she was definitely not behind on adopting their personalities. A perfect blend of Louis’ sass and quirkiness, mixed with Harry’s softness and gentle heart. 

Once she started talking, Harry and Louis were in awe. Her voice was sweet as she called Louis “Dada” and Harry “Mama” after Harry's relentless tries.

Harry loved being a Mama to the kindest girl in the world.

Harry felt tears forming in his eyes, happy tears to be exact. He wipes his eyes with a big smile, and shortly after he watches tiny legs running towards him. 

“Mama!” Abby chirped, hugging Harry’s legs. 

“My baby,” Harry sing-songs sweetly, bending down to pick the bubbly girl in his arms, “You look so pretty, Abby.”

Abby giggles and points at her two pigtails, covered in pink bow clips. “Dada dressed me, he put bows. See!” 

“Dada always dresses you pretty, doesn’t he?” Harry asks and kisses her cheeks, putting her down on her pink high chair. 

“Of course, he does.” The voice of his husband comes closer, and both Harry and Abby have their heads turned around, watching the man in an all-black suit make his way towards them. 

The blue eyes crinkled with a stunning smile. 

Harry fell in love for the millionth time. 

Standing closer, Louis stops and rests his hand on Harry’s waist. 

Harry straightens his back and turns to his right, and before he can say something back, Louis is kissing him square on the lips. 

With a rosiness on his cheeks, Harry melts in Louis’ grasp, the lips soft and warm.

Louis parts away with a whisper, “Hi, baby.”

Harry curls in, his lips shiny and swollen, utterly dazed. He whispers back, “Hi! Uhm, breakfast is ready.”

“Smells delicious, sweetheart.” Louis compliments him with a squeeze on his waist. He unbuttons his blazer and takes a seat next to Harry’s. “What do we say when Mama makes us brekky, Abby?”

“Thank you, Mama!” Abby says loudly, hands in the air. 

Harry giggles all while Louis looks at Abby proudly. “That’s my baby girl.” 

“You’re welcome, honey.” Harry pours the milk into her glass, “Go on, Abby. Finish your yummy breakfast, okay?”

Abby nods cutely and pokes her pancakes with the fork, digging in.

Finally taking his seat, Harry brings all his attention back to Louis who was already admiring him.

Harry blushes with a shake of his head, grabbing the plate of bacon and serving two pieces right beside the scrambled eggs. 

“Thank you, darling.” Louis rests his hand on Harry’s thigh, squeezing it and pressing a kiss on his right cheek. 

A shiver runs down Harry’s neck at the intimate gesture. He quietly nods, looking positively flushed, making Louis chuckle a little before he starts eating.

They peacefully indulge in their breakfast while listening to Abby go on and on about Oswald. His baby girl loves Oswald and it is adorable to witness. 

It was Harry’s favourite cartoon once, and it makes him happy that he was able to keep the legacy going. 

“You want that Oswald blanket, Abby?” Louis asks as he notes down the number of times Abby has subtly mentioned it.

This thing about their daughter reminds him so much of Harry, how he always drops hints about what he wants in every situation, subtly nudging Louis to get it for him.

“Yes, Dada.” Abby nods and swipes her hand on her forehead to move her curly bangs out of her face. 

“Her hair is getting in her eyes,” Harry observes, finishing his breakfast.

“I’ll take her to the hairdresser tomorrow after work.” Louis tells Harry, and then to Abby, “And on the way, we will get you that Oswald blanket, yes?”

“Yay!” Abby claps her hands, leaving big smiles on their faces. 

“Thank you,” Harry tells him whilst pouring a glass of orange juice as soon as he watches Louis finish his breakfast. “My car is giving me some trouble, can you drop me off whilst you take Abby to the nursery?” 

“Of course, darling.” Louis chews his food, taking the offered glass with a curious look on his face, “Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have asked Albert to check it out at the workshop.” 

“I was going to tell you last night but then…” Harry clears his throat, a blush creeping its way in, “...it slipped out of my mind.”

“That’s my fault, sweetheart.” Louis puts on a knowing smirk, and Harry lightly kicks him in the shin. 

Last night all he could remember was Louis’ name as Louis took him in ways one can only imagine. Of course, Louis was going to tease him about it, given how much of a horrible tease he is. 

Louis laughs quietly and Abby catches on to it. “You and Mama sharing jokes without me?”

Harry turns a bright pink while Louis laughs loudly, “Never without you, Abby.” 

Before Louis decides to say something that will leave him more flustered, Harry gets up to clean Abby. “Okay! We are getting late for the nursery, let’s clean you up.” 

Louis fondly shakes his head, getting up and helping Harry clean up the table. Once done, Louis washes his hands and aims for the garage exit. 

“Girls, I’ll be waiting in the car,” Louis calls out and grabs his coat and briefcase on his way out.

“Coming, Dada.” He hears Abby. 

He waits for Harry, knowing he is blushing pink and red at being addressed as his girl. “I don’t hear my big girl?” 

“Mama! Dada is calling you.” He hears Abby tell Harry, and Louis chuckles to himself. 

“Coming, Louis,” Harry replies timidly.

“Such good girls.” Louis praises loudly before leaving the house. 

“For this thesis, I want you to broaden your approach. I need to see something new with layers of emotion. Alright?” Harry’s voice is loud and crisp. 

“Yes, Dr. Tomlinson.” The students chant in unison. 

“Good.” Harry rounds his desk, arranging the papers neatly. “Class dismissed, have a good weekend everyone.” 

“You too, Dr. Tomlinson.” The students wish in unison. 

Harry continues arranging his files, carefully placing them in his briefcase. Today had been especially fulfilling, it’s one of those days where everything with his students went smoothly.

And after so long, he finally got a good night’s sleep. All thanks to Louis for wearing him out— something he hadn’t realized he needed.

Now that everything went well, he cannot wait to go home and spend quality time with his hubby and baby girl once they come back home. 

“Dr. Tomlinson!” Was Professor Niall calling him, Harry turned around. “Ready to go home?”

Harry smiles, “Yes, give me a moment I just need to grab my stuff.” 

“Take your time,” Niall assures. “Tommo told me to drop you off, he said your car is taking a while in the workshop.” 

Hurriedly, Harry grabs his briefcase along with his water tumblr. “Yes, indeed. Thank you so much.”

“Pleasure.” Niall nods, “Took all of your stuff?” 

“Yes.” Harry nods back and they walk out of the hall.

Leaving his phone behind, ringing loudly in the now-empty hall.

“Want Mama!” Abby wails, her small hands holding her bruised knee. 

“We are calling Mama, Abby.” The school nurse, Jenna, tries to soothe the child, “Please let me put this bandage on your knee.” 

Shaking her head, Abby sniffles with a whine, “Hurts.” 

“It will hurt less if you put this, Abby.” The nurse reassures her, “I’ll give you candy if you let me put this on.” 

Abby stops her crying for a while, “Candy?”

“Yes, a big one!” The nurse tells her, “Can I put this on?”

It takes Abby a moment to consider. She quickly looks at the nurse, the bandage and Mrs Jones — her principal, sitting right beside her. “Okay.” 

“Brave, Abby.” The nurse cheers, wrapping the bandage around her delicate knee, “All done, Abby. Such a good girl you are.” 

Abby blushes, “Thank you. Hm, candy?”

The principal and nurse laugh at the now confident girl. Mrs Jones grabs a candy from her table and hands it to Abby, “Here.” 

“Thank you,” Abby takes the sweet, opening it immediately. 

“You’re welcome.” Mrs Jones tells her. She looks back at Jenna, “Mr Harry is not picking up his calls?” 

“No, ma’am,” Jenna informs her. “Should I try Mr Louis’ office? It’s the secondary contact on the emergency list for Abby.” 

Mrs Jones nods, “Please do.” 

“This evidence will be laughed out of court. I can’t move forward with this,” Louis says disapprovingly, pushing the file across the desk to his associate.

“I’ll have it rectified, sir.” The associate nods and grabs the file, hurrying back to leave. 

Sighing, Louis cracks his neck and leans back on his chair. 

Today seems to be never-ending, he has been in and out of meetings the whole damn day. Running a successful law firm and being a managing partner at the same time is not for the weak. 

He closes his eyes for a second and soon there is a knock on the door. 

He sighs, “Come in.” 

It’s his assistant, Tyler. 

“Cancel all my meetings for today, Tyler. I am done for the day.” Louis tells him and throws his head back on his chair, exhausted. 

“Will do, sir.” Tyler adds, “You have a call on line three. It’s important.” 

Louis sighs for the millionth time, “How important?” 

“It’s from your daughter's nursery,” Tyler informs. 

“What?” Louis is instantly on his feet, grabbing the telephone in one swift motion, “Hello.”

“Mr Louis, this is Mrs Jones from Honeybell Nursery.” 

Louis looks at Tyler, thanking him before he leaves. He gets back to answering, “Yes, Mrs Jones. Is everything okay?” 

“Everything is okay. It’s just that Abby has bruised her knee while playing on the ground. She kept asking for her Mama, but we were unable to get to Mr Harry. So, we thought it would be ideal to call you instead.” 

If Louis was worried before, he was terrified now. Harry never keeps his phone unattended. And Abby got hurt? Shit.

“Thank you, Mrs Jones. I’ll be there as soon as possible, I am leaving now. Can I speak to Abby first?”

“Of course.” He could hear some shuffling before a timid voice spoke back, “Dada?” 

“Baby, are you okay?” Louis feels his heart race when Abby sniffles harshly against the phone, a soft hiccup following right after, “Got hurt, Dada.” 

“Oh, Abby.” Louis is close to tears himself, hearing his baby girl be so distorted and hurt is killing him. “I’ll be there soon, okay? I’ll kiss it better.”

“I’m waiting, Dada.” Abby sniffles quietly, “Bring Mama too?” 

“I’ll bring Mama with me, don’t worry.” Louis reassures, he adds with a soft coo, “You are my brave girl, yeah? Brave girls don't cry, do they?” 

“No, Dada. I don't cry.” Abby sounds a bit happy at that, “Brave girl!”

“Bravest of all, my best girl.” Louis wipes his eyes, “I love you. I’ll be there soon with Mama, okay?”

“Okay, Dada.” Abby tells him, “Love you, I’m waiting.” 

“Love you more, Abby.” Louis grabs his briefcase, “Can you give the phone back to Mrs Jones, baby?” 

“Yes, Dada.” Abby tells him, “Dada wanna talk.”

“Yes, Mr Louis?” Mrs Jones answers. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m not sure why Harry wasn’t able to answer his phone but I’ll be there ASAP. I know that I don’t have to say this but please take care of my daughter.” 

“She is in safe hands, Mr Louis. We will be waiting, drive safely.” 

Harry is completely unreachable— to the point that, by the fifteenth time Louis tries calling, the answering machine informs him that the phone is switched off.

Great, that's exactly what Louis needed. 

To say the least, Louis is fuming.

He is worried sick thinking about Harry. This has never occurred before. Nothing he thinks is putting his mind at ease, every bad thought is crossing his mind. 

Something terrible is happening with Harry in every scenario. 

Fuck, he needs to stop thinking and drive faster. 

At lightning speed, Louis reaches his house within minutes. He immediately gets out of the car and unlocks the main door, barging into the house.

“Harry?” He shouts loudly, his voice panicky, looking around their living room hastily. 

“Louis?” Harry answers back, his feet quickly walking down the steps, still in his suit, confusion all over his face. “You’re home early?”

Taking a deep breath of relief, Louis practically runs towards Harry and grabs him by the arms, inspecting him thoroughly. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” Harry nods, he gulps while sensing the intensity of the situation he has no idea about, “What happened?” 

What happened? Louis feels a bit agitated now. How is Harry so clueless? Where is his phone for fuck sake? 

Louis asks with slight irritation, “Where is your phone?” 

“I—” Harry thinks hard, his face blank as he looks around. 

And that’s all it takes for Louis’ irritation to spike high. Here he was, practically dying with worry, fearing something terrible had happened to Harry— only for Harry to be completely clueless.

Harry is panicking now, shuttering, “I don’t— don’t know actually, shit.”

Louis turns around and carelessly throws his briefcase on the sofa, he feels incredibly angry. He’s not one to lash out, so he takes another deep breath, pulls his blazer off, and tosses it beside the briefcase with quiet frustration.

He needs to calm his heart. The sheer panic of thinking Harry was in trouble had sent his anxiety spiking, and coming down from that intensity was going to take a while.

Louis gives another quick exhale, visibly slowing down, “I don’t have time for this.” He says in a tone that Harry knows he uses when he is upset with Harry. 

Harry stays stunned in his spot and opens his mouth to speak after a few seconds, but with Louis still talking, he quickly presses his lips together. 

“Abby bruised her knee whilst playing on the ground and she was crying for you. The nursery made multiple calls to your phone but you were unreachable. I was trying to reach you, and you were unreachable. Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Louis turns around and stares at Harry with fear in his eyes, “Clearly not. Look at you, utterly clueless. This is very irresponsible of you, Harry. I am so disappointed.” 

“What?” Harry shouts in panic, his movement purely frantic as he looks for his phone. Then he stops and realises mid panic that there is no point in finding it now. He is rapidly moving towards Louis, “Abby got hurt? She was crying?” 

“Come on, she is waiting for us,” Louis says, his tone slightly frustrated. He loosens his tie and walks towards the door, hoping Harry will be quick and join him. 

“Louis, stop.” Harry chases him at the door, his grip tight on Louis’ wrist, pulling him back. “Tell me she is fine, please?” 

Turning around, Louis’ heart breaks into pieces seeing tears falling down Harry’s face. The green of his eyes all big and lost. 

“She is fine, they couldn’t reach you so they called me. She kept crying for you, that is all. Don’t worry.” Louis says softly, and even though he is upset with Harry, he hates to see him in tears. He brings his hands to Harry’s face, wiping under his eyes. “They are waiting for us, we need to hurry.” 

The loss of the warm touch leaves Harry with a sharp pain shooting right into his chest, but he pushes it aside and grabs his coat from the coat hanger by the door. 

Harry puts it on and walks out, quickly locking the house behind. 

Harry feels his throat closing up, his heartbeat rapid. Abby got hurt and he wasn't there for her when she needed him. How bad of a parent had he been?

And why wouldn't Louis be disappointed in him? He is disappointed in himself. 

He walks faster and shuffles himself quickly inside the car where Louis is waiting for him. 

They drive in silence as Louis speeds up and this time Harry doesn't stop him from it. It is an emergency and he wants to see Abby as soon as possible. 

On the other hand, Louis being upset with him is killing him from the inside, it is a different type of heartbreak. To break your husband's trust like this… where will Harry go from here? 

“Talk to me, please.” Harry looks at Louis, his eyes begging. “I know you’re mad at me. Yell at me, but please say something.” 

Louis stays silent, his eyes fixed on the road as he takes a left turn. They’re just two minutes away from the school.

The reason Harry is the primary emergency contact is simple, his university is closer to both; the preschool and their home. Louis' law firm, on the other hand, is an hour away. It only made sense for Harry to be listed first, and he had insisted on it himself.

Upon no response and absolute neglect, Harry feels defeated. He ponders hard and realises that— “I think I left my phone at the university.” 

Louis stays silent on that as well. The car comes to a stop, and the moment it does, Harry is the first to open the door, rushing toward the entrance of the nursery.

Louis wordlessly follows behind, matching his pace. They look around and take a left from the corridor, soon finding the nurse's office. 

As they enter the office, they see Abby in the corner, sadly sitting with Nurse Jenna while she tries to cheer the disturbed child. 

All Harry can see is red. 

The bruise on Abby’s knee is wrapped in bandages, and a lot of blood seems to have seeped through the cotton. 

It spikes Harry’s heart rate to another level. 

And before Louis could move forward to cradle Abby in his arms, he’s jolted by the soft whine that escapes Harry's lips at the sight of their daughter’s condition.

Harry immediately runs to her, picking her up. 

“Mama,” Abby calls in surprise, her voice muffled as Harry wraps her tightly around himself. “Mama, we called.” 

“I am so sorry, Abby.” Harry cries ruefully in the crook of her neck, “I am so sorry, I wasn’t here with you sooner.” 

With a worried face, Abby seems to gauge Harry’s distraught. 

She blinks her eyes and lifts her head from Harry's neck, finding Louis quietly standing behind them. 

He gives her a big smile, his hand coming up to scratch her head gently. 

“Mama… okay?” Abby asks, her lips wobbly. Clearly affected by Harry’s sadness. 

“Mama has you now, he will be fine.” Louis caresses her chubby cheeks, “Are you okay, my angel?” 

“Brave, Dada!” Abby tells him proudly, her eyes flickering with worry when Harry looks up, eyes red and full of tears.

“It okay, Mama.” Abby tells him, her tiny hands coming to wipe his eyes, “No cry, please.” 

Harry sobs harder at that, nuzzling her neck, trying to hide his face. He squeezes her closer, if that was even possible at this point, as if holding her tighter could somehow erase the fear and worry flooding through him. 

“Mr Tomlinsons!” Mrs Jones enters the room and joins Nurse Jenna. 

“Hello, Mrs Jones and Miss Jenna,” Louis greets back, “Thank you so much for taking care of Abby and informing us even when you weren't able to reach us. I truly apologise for the chaos.” 

“I understand, Mr Louis.” Mrs Jones dismisses sweetly, then adds worryingly when her eyes land on Harry who was sniffling and cradling Abby like someone was going to take her away from him. “Is Mr Harry fine?

Harry doesn’t respond, his voice feels so weak. He internally thanks Louis for jumping in.

“He was very worried when he got to know about Abby's injury, that is all. My Harry here has got a soft heart.” Louis tells her with a genuine smile, his tone sweet. It was the truth after all

My Harry.

His.

Harry ducts his head down, hiding his blush. 

“A true mother.” Mrs Jones smiles, “Anyway, please do not let this communication error happen again. We must be able to reach out to the immediate primary contact at the earliest. A tad bit of irresponsibility can have big circumstances. We were quite surprised when we couldn't reach Mr Harry. He is always quite punctual and responsible, but I guess we all have our bad days, not that I am blaming either of you. Parenting can be hard.” 

Louis nods attentively, then looks back at Harry. Harry meets his gaze, his eyes tired and filled with shame. Louis doesn’t like it one bit. Harry doesn’t deserve to feel that way ever.

Ever. 

Louis brings his attention back to Mrs Jones, “I assure you, it won't happen again. In a hurry to reach the office, I had mistakenly taken Harry's phone with me and unfortunately, it was on silent as well. But, thank you so much for reaching me at my office, I can't thank you enough.” 

Mrs Jones passes a knowing smile to Nurse Jenna, “I knew Mr Harry would never not answer his calls.” 

Harry’s heart sinks deeper when he hears that. He kisses Abby’s cheeks to distract himself. 

Mrs Jones continues, “Well, Abby seems to be happy with her Mama. I assume you both have left your work to be here, I’ll mark Abby's presence for today. You can take her home.” 

“Thank you so much.” Harry and Louis say in unison and leave with quiet footsteps. 

Sniffling softly, Harry tries his best to feel better. He keeps kissing Abby’s cheeks, apologising profusely every time. He feels so guilty and miserable. 

Louis walks behind them, feeling relieved as he watches the two loves of his life safe and all together. 

“Don’t cry, Mama. When I hurt and I cried, Dada said... ‘Brave girls don’t cry’. So… no crying Mama, we brave.” Abby whispers to Harry, but Louis can hear her clearly. He smiles to himself. 

“Dada’s right. You are brave, my baby.” Harry softly pushes her curly bangs out of her eyes, he adds again, “I’m so sorry, Abby.”

“I all okay, Mama.” Abby chirps, looking back at Louis as they walk out the entrance, “Dada said he gonna kiss my boo-boo better. Yes, Dada?”

Louis interjects, “That is right, Abby. I will kiss it better. You were so brave for me, weren't you?”

“Very brave.” Abby happily points at Louis.

Louis loves his little girl. 

“So brave, darling.” Louis praises lovingly, “Just because you were so brave today, I'll get you everything that you want. How does that sound, Abby?”

“Amazing, Dada,” Abby claps, “Thank you!” 

Once Harry and Louis settle Abby into her car seat, Louis moves to the front while Harry sits beside Abby in the back.

Abby rarely gets hurt, but Harry knows that’s just part of growing up. He’ll have to toughen up for the many bruises to come, but this first one, this first real injury, feels like it’s shaved years off his life.

And the disappointed Louis that came with it? It's only adding to his misery. 

Even though Louis is clearly upset with him, he never let anyone know it was Harry's mistake that led them here. Instead, he took the blame, like always. He never fails to protect Harry and his honour.

Harry wanted to kiss Louis right there and then, tell him how much he loves him for the millionth time… but he couldn't. 

Louis is mad at him.

Harry sinks back in his seat. 

His hubby is mad at him. 

Unlocking the door, Louis and Harry silently get inside the house with Abby passed out on Harry’s shoulder. 

Poor thing was exhausted, and to top it all she got a bruise that surely must hurt. Harry squeezes her, heart clutching in pain at the thought of her suffering today.

Placing the school bag down on their handbag stand, Louis turns around and rests a gentle hand on Abby’s back, “I’ll put her to bed, you can go freshen up.” 

Why!? Harry could put her to bed too, he wanted to argue about it. Why is Louis parting them away when he is already feeling so vulnerable about Abby? 

Harry has a stubborn tilt to his face, and just when he goes to pull Abby away from his warmth with a disheartened face, Louis speaks again. 

“Just put her to bed yourself, you don’t have to be upset about it. I was only trying to help. I know your back hurts after carrying her.” Louis tells him, his tone calm and collected. 

One thing about Louis, however angry or upset he may be, he will never raise his voice. He speaks with assertiveness without being hostile. 

Perks of being wedded to a barrister, Harry guesses. 

This interaction has made Harry feel even more inadequate, he didn’t mean to upset Louis any further. But, he doesn’t get a chance to rectify his mistake because Louis simply turns and walks away, heading upstairs without another word.

With a heavy heart, Harry carries Abby to her bedroom. He carefully opens the door and switches the lights on. Before putting her to bed, Harry adjusts her in his arm, securing her head with his palm as he lays her down on the soft sheets.

He hears a crack in his back, followed by a stinging pain running down his spine. 

He should have listened to Louis. For fuck sake, he is not making this any easier. He keeps upsetting Louis without meaning to, yet he keeps hurting himself on purpose.

Ignoring the pain, Harry sits on the edge of the bed and gazes at her beautiful daughter who looks so peaceful sleeping in her bed, safe in their house. 

Harry runs his fingers in the soft curls, his eyes getting teary once again when he remembers how she was crying for him and he wasn't there to take care of her. 

A soft knock startles Harry out of his daze, he quickly wipes his eyes dry and sits down on his haunches, waiting for the door to open. 

Entering the room with a first aid box in hand, Louis avoids looking at Harry as he makes his way around the bed and sits beside Abby.

Harry’s heart cracks a little bit more inside. His hubby is mad at him, he doesn’t like it at all. 

Louis wordlessly opens the box, taking out a ball of cotton and drenching it in antiseptic liquid.

Once satisfied with it, he gently unwraps the old bandage off of her injured knee, and carefully, with a light hand, dabs the wound with the antiseptic, his eyes flickering between her face and knee.

With a comforting hold, Harry grabs her hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly as she wakes up with a small whine, expression pained. 

“Dada, boo-boo hurts.” Abby looks down at where Louis is cleaning her wound, her voice is so small and weak it stings both their hearts. 

“I am almost done, almost done.” Louis offers a comforting smile, being ever so gentle with it, “See, it's all cleaned now, you're such a brave girl, Abby!” 

Abby nods her head with wobbly lips, and Harry is having a hard time seeing her in pain. He looks away, his eyes watering instantly. 

Louis doesn't miss the silent tears rolling down Harry's cheeks. He watches him wipe it fast with the back of his hand, plastering a smile on his face as he glances at Abby. 

Quickly smearing the ointment on the fresh wound, Louis ties the bandage around Abby’s knee, tightening the knot slightly. “Too tight, Abby?” 

“No, Dada,” Abby mumbles softly. 

“My brave girl! Did so well, Abby.” Louis praises, bringing his lips to the bruise and kissing it. 

Abby smiles big then, nodding her head. “Brave Abby!” 

The tension in the room seems to ease with Louis and Harry's soft laughter. Harry cuddles her in his arms, “My brave baby! Mama and Dada are so proud of you.” 

Abby giggles when Harry blows raspberries on her cheeks, “Mama, no slobber.” 

Louis exhales a deep, contented sigh, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at the sight of them laughing and smiling. 

For a moment, the weight of the evening lifts. However, his phone vibrates a notification and without a word, Louis pushes himself off the bed and silently leaves the room.

Harry and Abby fall silent, watching Louis walk out of the room. Harry feels his stomach drop lower, a sinking feeling spreading through him. He's so upset he can't even sit with me? 

Brushing off the hurt, Harry distracts Abby and blows more raspberries on her face and tummy. The little girl laughs her heart out and lets Harry pick her up. 

“Let's clean my little girl, yeah?” Harry bounces Abby in his arms and places her on the edge of the washbasin. He grabs a towel and soaks it with warm water, wiping her clean.

He would have preferred a shower but the bruise on her knee was still fresh, the soap and excess water would only irritate her. 

“Yay, all cleaned!” Harry sings songs and Abby claps her hands. “Now it's time for pyjamas!” 

“Yes! Mama want purple with little flowers.” 

“Of course, baby.” Harry kisses Abby’s cheeks softly, then dashes off to grab the purple pyjama set, her favourite. He quickly returns, gently getting her dressed with a tender smile.

“My baby is all pretty!” Harry picks the sleepy girl up, squeezing her tight in his loving arms as he places her down on the bed. “Mama's going to quickly comb your hair and then you can go to sleep, okay?” 

“Yes, Mama.” Abby smiles, her eyes drooping low. 

The cuteness aggression he gets when Abby tries to fight her sleep is insane. He wants to squish her in his arms and lay thousands of kisses on her face. 

“Sleepy Abby!” Harry coos and holds her face with one hand whilst he combs her hair gently with the other. 

“Mama…” Abby looks up at Harry with her big green eyes.

“Yes, Abby.” Harry brushes her hair off of her face, securing it all with a soft baby-pink scrunchie. 

“Are you sad because I fell— sorry, fall?” 

Harry smiles down at her, “You were right before, Abby! ‘It's fell’ and I am a little sad. Mama wasn't there with you when you needed me. That's why Mama is a little sad.”

“But Mama, I told you I all okay. You, me and Dada are together now. No being sad, please.” Abby explains, her little hands are so expressive. 

Harry softly chuckles, grinning and showing his teeth to the little girl, “Not sad, see!” 

Abby pokes her Mama’s dimples with a giggle, “Silly, Mama!” 

Harry leans down and blows raspberries on her stomach, making his baby girl cry with laughter. 

“Mama!” Abby laughs, shaking her head and kicking her feet. 

Harry laughs as well, his heart swelling in his chest at the beautiful sight. Abby shouldn't be worrying about him, but here she is being the kindest girl in the world.

Abby quiets down then, gazing at Harry. “Mama?” 

“Yes?” Harry snaps out of it, rubbing a loving hand on Abby’s belly. 

“Dada mad at me?” Abby asks with a frown on her face. 

Harry is a bit shocked at the question, he immediately caresses her hair and shakes his head, “No, Abby. Why would Dada be mad at you? You're his brave girl, remember? He loves you the most!”

“Brave girl,” Abby chirps but it mellows down to a sad... “Gave no goodnight kissy to me.”

“Oh, Abby.” Harry feels his heartache at that, tears gathering in his eyes for a second. “He’s a bit busy, I think. He always kisses you goodnight, doesn't he?” 

“Yea!” Abby exclaims happily, her eyes closing as she speaks. 

“He’ll give you loads and loads of kisses, okay? He loves you so much, baby.” Harry kisses her cheeks and tucks her in. 

Abby nods, her eyes almost shut. She mumbles, “Love Mama and Dada.” 

“We love you as well, Abby.” Harry chuckles softly at the drowsy girl continuing to fight her sleep. “Goodnight, baby. Have sweet sweet dreams.” 

Abby doesn't say anything back, already deep in her peaceful slumber. 

A soft knock has Harry look up at the door. His heart fills with warmth upon seeing Louis. 

“She's asleep?” Louis whispers into the quiet room, his black spectacles resting nicely on his nose as he peeks in. 

Harry nods his head, still mindlessly tucking her in. 

Louis walks in and crouches down, caressing the curls that fell on her little forehead. “The food is here and I’ve set the table. Go on, you must be hungry.” 

“Oh,” Harry shyly rubs his tummy, getting up. He didn't know Louis was arranging food all this time, he thought— doesn't matter. He asks, eyes hopeful, “Will you join me?” 

“Yes.” Louis looks up, “I’ll be there in a minute, need to kiss my girl goodnight.” 

Smiling softly, Harry nods and quietly leaves the two of them on their own. He knew Louis would never skip kissing Abby goodnight. 

“I’ll always kiss you goodnight, my sweet girl,” Louis reassures softly, he didn't like how heartbroken Abby sounded before he entered the room. He presses a soft kiss to Abby’s forehead, lightly waking her up. 

“Shhh.” Louis coos, cuddling his baby closer, “Go back to sleep, princess.” 

With her eyes barely open, Abby sees Louis, a tender smile spread on her chubby cheeks, “Dada… here! Kissy?” 

A soft chuckle leaves his lips, he gives the little girl a sweet peck on her cheek. “There, baby.” 

“Thank you, Dada.” 

“You're welcome, Abby. Are you hungry?” 

“No, Dada. Full. Mrs Jones gave me loads of cookies and candies because Abby cry.” Abby explains adorably, pouting just like Harry. 

His Harry. 

Louis couldn't help but smile, “I'll give you more cookies tomorrow because you were my brave girl, yes?” 

“Brave, Dada!” Abby grins, “Want loads and loads of cookies… but Mama says to eat only one… says teeth will fall if ate loads.” 

“I'll give you loads and loads of cookies,” Louis whispers, looking back at the door and then at Abby. “Mama is right but it's just for tomorrow! Mama doesn't need to know, does he now?” 

Abby giggles, shaking her head.

“That's right!” Louis grins at her. 

“Dada?” Abby’s face suddenly turns into a frown, pointing at the door, “Mama sad.” 

“Is he?” Louis pouts playfully, he knows Harry is sad but Abby mentioning it kind of hits him hard in the chest. Abby shouldn't be worrying like this. 

Abby nods, playing with her fingers over her belly. “Want Mama happy.” 

Trying not to clutch his chest at the words, Louis offers a wide smile instead, “I'll make him happy, so happy!” 

Abby brightens up at that, “You tickle him?”

Laughing wholeheartedly, Louis throws his head back, “That is correct. I’ll tickle him like I tickle you.” 

And he immediately tickles her, watching her laugh and squirm on her pink bed. 

Abby hollers, “Da-da, dad-a! You tickle monster!” 

Watching his baby so full of joy is priceless. He silently wishes for her happiness to last forever. 

Louis leans in and leaves tender kisses on both of her cheeks, “Come on, need to sleep! It's past bedtime, princess.” 

Abby nods, closing her eyes tightly, “Yes, Dada.” 

Louis chuckles to himself, getting up and turning the light off. “Goodnight, Abby. Have loads of sweet dreams”

“Goodnight, Dada! Sleep nice!” 

Silently waiting for Louis at the dining table was torture, they rarely argued where Louis was silent and upset with him for this long. The air in the house was thick, it was way louder than any argument they ever had. 

His heartaches for Louis, his loving husband who he has disappointed so thoroughly. He feels alone, and he hates it. 

After a few more minutes of waiting, Harry hears Abby’s bedroom door close and Louis finally emerges into the dining room, a tired look on his face.

The older man sits down with a long drawn sigh, taking his spectacles off. 

Glancing at Louis with heart in his eyes, Harry sadly hunches his shoulders when Louis doesn't spare him a look. The neglect twists in his chest like a knife. 

Nevertheless, Harry makes a plate for him, adding a good portion of Alfredo pasta alongside garlic bread. He hands it over to Louis. 

“Thanks.” Louis takes the plate, not meeting Harry’s gaze. He busies himself with the cutlery, picking up the fork and twisting it in the pasta.  

“I’ve informed Mrs Jones that Abby will not participate in her extra curriculum tomorrow,” Louis informs in a monotone voice, eyes on the plate of pasta as he takes a creamy bite. 

Harry smiles, happy that he'll get to be with his little girl the whole day tomorrow as it's the weekend. However, when he does remember why Abby has to stay at home, it makes his heart sink. She is hurt and needs rest. She is hurt because of him and his irresponsible behaviour. 

A few tears manage to gather around his green eyes, he looks down on his plate, trying to hide his face as much as he can, mumbling with a nod, “Yes, she needs rest.”

Louis’ eyes snap up at the remorseful voice, so full of sadness. It devastated him. 

“Hold yourself, Harry.” Louis rests a gentle hand on top of Harry's shoulder, rubbing it lovingly. “There will be many bruises coming our way, our child is growing. We don't want her to fear getting hurt, we want her to learn cautiousness and to take precautions. Right?” 

Harry lifts his watery eyes and nods shyly, wiping his eyes when it starts to get wet and blurry with more tears. 

“I know it hurts you to see her in pain, but the worry in her eyes seeing you so torn defeats the purpose altogether. If she sees you lose hope, how will she learn to have one, hm?” Louis asks, his gaze soft and voice calm. 

'Mama… okay?’ Abby asks, her lips wobbly. Clearly affected by Harry’s sadness. 

‘Mama has you now, he will be fine.’ Louis caresses her chubby cheeks, ‘Are you okay, my angel?’

‘Brave, Dada!’ Abby tells him proudly, her eyes flickering with worry when Harry looks up, eyes red and full of tears.

‘It okay, Mama.’ Abby tells him, her tiny hands coming to wipe his eyes, ‘No cry, please.’

Harry feels his chest tighten, Louis is right.

He left Abby worrying over him when she was the one who was hurt and needed comfort. How many times today has he failed as a partner and a parent? He wonders ruefully. 

“Let her stand on her feet and brush it away, that's how we'll make her strong. Acknowledging pain and hurt is beyond necessary, but fighting it is also a part of the process.” Louis explains, his words surely leaving Harry feeling a bit comforted. 

“You can later cry to me and let your worries be my problem, but for her I want you to be brave. Don't cry when she falls, help her up and let her know that it's okay.” Louis leans on the table, his eyes glued to Harry’s, “Can you do that for me, Harry?” 

“Yes.” Harry breathes, a single tear escaping his eye as he swallows down the lump in his throat, “I’m so sorry, I’ll try my best. This won't happen again. I know I’ve been a bad parent.” 

Bringing a hand up to Harry’s face, Louis caresses the tear away. He gently cups his jaw, making Harry look at him. “That is not true at all. I never want you to say that again and I never want you to put yourself down. Am I clear, Harry?” 

Harry gulps, nodding his head. His heart flutters at the protectiveness and the relentless nurturing. He wonders how many times he can fall in love with Louis. 

“Good,” Louis affirms, continuing. “And it will happen again because we are human, we ought to make mistakes. There's no need for apologies, it's our first time being parents too. It's okay.” 

Harry doesn't know what he did to deserve Louis, but whatever it was he thanks it every single day. He couldn't help but shiver at the touch, leaning into it. He whispers, “Have you forgiven me, Louis?” 

“It isn't about forgiveness,” Louis tells him, gently taking his hand away. “Do you even know why I am upset with you?”

“I’m so lost,” Harry honestly tells him, the crack in his heart widening. He nervously fidgets with his fingers. “I thought it was because of that.” 

“I want you to figure it out and come back to me,” Louis states, taking another bite of his pasta to bring the silence back between them. 

Harry sinks back in his chair with a frowning heart and a tangled mind. 

Harry's mind races through the events of the day, he remembers Louis barging in worried and telling him that Abby was hurt. They rushed to the nursery and that was it. Is he forgetting something crucial here? 

The heavy weight settled on Harry's chest. Why can't he pinpoint where all this went wrong? 

Once done with dishes, Harry wipes his hands on the kitchen towel and heads back to the living area where Louis was watching some crappy television in just his comfy joggers, changing the channel after every few minutes. 

Deciding to join him, Harry hesitantly walks around the sofa, thinking really hard as to where he should sit. Beside Louis or should he give him space?

What should he do?

Giving up, Harry ends up sitting a bit far from Louis. Not too far but even the small space between them was devastating. Harry is known to be all over Louis at all times, and Louis adores him for it. This feels terribly strange. 

Sitting by himself, Harry sneaks a few glances at Louis whilst simultaneously reaching for the throw blanket on top of the sofa. 

Louis sat there with eerie quietness, his face impassive, the different colour lights reflecting from the television onto his face. 

Harry hates this, he hates being left alone with his thoughts and Louis is aware of it so if this is a punishment for whatever Harry has done, Louis is winning spectacularly. 

Paying Harry no mind, Louis changes the channel again, his grip on the remote getting tighter after each passing second. 

Harry’s stomach tightens in a knot, he pulls the blanket closer to his face. 

Frustration bubbled on the surface when Harry realised he had no idea why Louis was upset with him. How was he supposed to fix something if he didn't even know what was wrong in the first place?

Harry shivers slightly as the room suddenly feels a bit chilly. He steals a few more glances, his gaze lingering before he decides to move a little closer.

He shifts, just an inch. 

Louis has no expression on his face whatsoever. 

Harry’s chest burns at the neglect. 

He tries again, another two inches in and he is sitting quite close to Louis. He finally found the warmth he needed. 

“Hubby?” 

That gets him a small reaction, he watches Louis inhale sharply. 

“Hm?” 

“I— I’m truly sorry… but I don’t know what I did to upset you. I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I just can’t. I’m so sorry.”

Louis stays exactly where he is, providing no reaction or response. 

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, blinking his eyes to keep the tears at bay. It hurts.

It hurts so bad. 

Minutes go by, and Harry is having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The day had drained him physically and mentally, and now his body is begging for some rest. 

Harry realises that Louis isn't going to give him any answers, not tonight at least. Maybe he can try tomorrow. 

Harry sighs quietly and rests his head on his own shoulder, exhaustion evident on his face.

The screen in front of his eyes blurred second by second, his eyelids growing heavy and before he knew it, sleep took over his senses. 

Louis has his eyes on the television in front of him, but all his attention is on Harry who is now curled up in a ball on the sofa, little puffs of air escaping the plump lips. 

It was upsetting to witness that the highly intelligent professor barely thought about himself, that he had no idea how he put himself in such a vulnerable situation today. He had forgotten his phone at the university, granted it was an honest mistake. 

But what if something bad had happened during the time he forgot his phone, right up until Louis found him at home? 

God forbid, what if he needed Louis in those moments but had no way to reach out to him? What would have happened then? It's a cruel world out there. How can Harry care so little about himself?

And to top it all, the selfless boy still thinks that Louis is upset with him over Abby. Abby was in a safe environment where people were taking care of her, but what about Harry? Who was with him if something had happened? 

Louis snaps out of it when he feels Harry’s head falling on his shoulder. He tilts his head and watches the beautiful boy snore softly, his heart fills with guilt.

He wanted Harry to figure this mistake on his own, to recognise how he can be so negligent towards himself at times. He also needed some time to process his own feelings towards the carelessness, although Harry didn't have anything to apologise for. 

He just wanted him to recognise how selfless he can be at times. 

The whole ordeal now seems unfair and he hates himself for it. 

He knows how much silent treatment bothers Harry, yet he uses it to teach him a lesson. 

Sighing, Louis slowly turns his body sideways and holds Harry's head, letting it rest on the backrest. 

He switches the television off and gets up. He places the remote in the centre of the coffee table like Harry prefers and rests a knee on the edge of the sofa, scooping Harry in his arms with a soft grunt. 

Harry stirs lightly and buries his face in Louis’ warm neck. 

With slow steps, Louis carries Harry upstairs and inside their bedroom. He very gently lays him on their bed, brushing all the curls away from his eyes and forehead. 

His sweet boy looks so beautiful. It makes his heart leap in his chest. 

Harry churns a little, then wakes up abruptly with a loud gasp, “Abby? Abby!” 

“Shhh.” Louis immediately cuddles him close, kissing his cheek, “She is in her room, she's fine. Everything is fine, sweetheart.” 

With his chest rising and falling unevenly, Harry struggles to catch his breath, his vision blurred in the dimly lit room. He blinks, disoriented, before tilting his head to the side, only to find Louis sitting at the edge of the bed, gazing down at him.

His face is no longer impassive; instead, a beautiful smile graces his lips.

Harry whispers in disbelief, “You carried me in?” 

"You're well aware I cannot sleep without you, baby.” Louis tells him fondly. 

Harry's breath hitches, his lips wobbling slightly. He sits up, “I’m… forgiven?” 

“Oh, my sweet thing.” Louis coos and quickly envelopes Harry in his warm arms, rubbing their noses oh so tenderly. “My angel, I told you it wasn't about forgiving you. Do you even know what you're apologising for?” 

“I just know that I have done something to upset you and I am sorry. I hate it when you're mad at me.” Harry sniffles, his green eyes big and watery, “Are you still mad at me?” 

“Never, baby.” Louis wipes the tears with a sore heart, “Jesus, you don't even find something wrong with it.” 

“Wrong with what?” Harry asks, sounding weak and small. 

“You’re negligent when it comes to your own safety and well-being,” Louis chastises, though his voice remains soft, his eyes tearing up. “I was upset because I was terrified when I couldn’t reach you. I convinced myself that something bad had happened— that you were hurt, or worse. Our daughter was safe at school, surrounded by people, but you… you were unreachable.” Louis gulps, the words catching in his throat, too painful to speak aloud. “And all I could think about was losing you, Harry.”

“Oh.” Harry sucks a breath in, eyes wide and remorseful. He had expected something completely different, but this— the tremble in Louis' voice, the fear in his eyes. He never wants Louis to go through any of this ever again. He whispers with tears in his eyes, “I am so sorry, Louis. I didn't mean to worry you like that. You didn't deserve that.” 

“I know you didn't mean it, sweetheart.” Louis exhales a held breath, “However, I felt so helpless. You scared me to death, Harry.”

Harry’s chin wobbles uncontrollably, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and delicately holds Louis’ face in his, keeping him close. “I promise to be cautious.” 

Closing his eyes, Louis smiles against Harry's lips, after a day-long of anxious feelings he finally feels at ease in his lover’s touch. 

Harry leans back slightly, lifting his hands in a silent plea to be held and Louis immediately gathers him in his arms with a wide grin, letting him crawl back on his lap and cuddle closer, letting him seek comfort. 

“Missed you.” Louis breathes, the soft floral scent of Harry's shampoo making him feel at home. He slips a hand into Harry's nightshirt, rubbing his back. 

Harry slowly pulls back, his words a mere whisper as he clutches a hand on his own chest, “It hurts right here when you're mad at me.” 

“Oh, my baby,” Louis exhales shakily, feeling Harry’s pain spread within him. He tightens his arms around Harry’s body, “I wasn't mad at you, I promise. I was upset and acted poorly.” 

Shaking his head, Harry argues weakly, “You treat me with kindness even when you're upset with me, it's just… I know you wanted me to figure it out on my own but I can't help but have a hard time accepting your silence.” 

“I have been a horrible husband today, haven't I?” Louis asks and hooks a finger under Harry's chin, pulling him close and gazing at the soft green eyes. 

“That's not true.” Harry furrows his brows, ready to give Louis an earful. “You’re wonderful. You never fail to keep me happy, always looking after me. And most importantly, you never let me bear the brunt… even when it’s my mistake. You didn’t have to take the blame for my carelessness. I didn’t deserve that.” 

“Of course, you do. Do not be ridiculous." Louis lightly scolds him while simultaneously running a gentle hand down Harry's arms, “It’s nobody’s place to judge what others do. That was a weak moment for you, something out of your control, and I won’t allow anyone to judge you or think you’re wrong. You’re always right. Even when you’re wrong, you’re still always right.” 

“For a barrister, you're quite biased for your missus.” Harry grins with a rosy glow. 

“My missus is always right,” Louis says proudly, pecking Harry's soft lips. “I cannot help it.” 

“I already married you, Tomlinson.” Harry breaks into a shy smile, squirming on his husband's lap. “I am locked in for life, remember?”

Louis feels his heart flutter in his chest, a rush of warmth flooding through him. He loves Harry so much, it truly frightens him at times. 

“You're all mine forever.” Louis peppers kisses all over Harry's face, making him tickle with it. Making Abby’s wish come true. 

Harry falls in a fit of laughter, and Louis thinks it's the best sound in the whole world. He taps his forefinger on Harry's bottom lip, whispering sweetly, “Will you let your mean husband kiss you here?”

Still giggling, Harry nods with sparkling eyes and bites the finger teasingly. “Want mean husband to kiss me here.”

“Louis— please!” Harry gasps loudly when Louis scissors him open, all four fingers curling in. Harry throws his head back, blabbering needily, “Need you inside of me-e.” 

“You need me in here, baby?” Louis presses his middle finger against the sore spot, scratching Harry scalp lovingly whilst his fingers bring tears to Harry's eyes, “Need me to fuck you nice and sweet, hm?” 

“Yes, ye-s.” Harry weakly thrashes in Louis’ hold when he continues to jab the pad of his fingers against the sensitive nub inside of him, “Oh, please.” 

“Go on, darling.” Louis tells him, taking his fingers out, “On your belly, present yourself to me like the obedient wife that you are.” 

Obedient wife.

Harry shudders at the words and does what he is told obediently, lying on his belly and pushing his arse out. All submissive and pliant, completely at his husband's disposal. 

All his to use. 

“My good wife, always so obedient.” Louis lets his eyes drink in the curve of Harry's beautiful arse, he touches the plump skin and spreads the arse cheeks apart. “Beautiful.” 

Blushing in the crook of his folded arms, Harry patiently waits whilst his husband kisses a trail down his thighs. 

The first lick has Harry jerking forward, a gasp tearing out of his lips. It feels so good when Louis holds him in place and buries his head deeper, slurping loudly around the throbbing rim. The beard burn that comes with it is spine chilling. 

“Ohmygod—” Harry cries out, his eyes wet with unshed tears. He rests his head on the pillow beneath, his eyes rolling back when Louis bites the sensitive skin teasingly. 

“Stay still, sweetheart.” Louis reminds him and sits on his haunches, pressing the tip of his cockhead in between the gaping folds. “Be good and let your hubby use you, hm?”

Harry sniffles quietly, nodding his head and moaning a few seconds later when Louis wraps his arms around his torso and pushes his long and wet cock in in in. 

Taking a few deep breaths at the excruciating stretch, Harry whimpers and tries his best to stay still. However, he's failing miserably because it's too much and too good. The cock keeps going in and Harry feels dizzy with the wait, his hole clenching around the thickness. “In-n?” 

“Just the tip, darling.” Louis softly whispers and drapes himself on top of Harry, his hips continuing to push the throbbing cock inside the lovely boy slowly. Louis curses under his breath when the lube keeps leaking out of Harry's hole and drips down his thighs, the sensation is ungodly. 

Louis rasps in Harry's ear, “Does it hurt, baby?” 

Harry bites his bottom lip, the girthy cock gradually easing itself in. The pain that comes with it has a different kind of pleasure, something he hasn't gotten used to even after fifteen years of marriage. He always longs to chase it. 

Harry shakes his head, mouth agape. “Kiss me, please.” 

Louis smiles down at the boy and grasps his chin, kissing him long and sweet, earning soft whimpers in return. 

“Louis—” Harry sobs when Louis decides to stop his teasing and push all of his nine inches in, bottoming out with a rough grunt.

“There we go, baby.” Louis bites the shell of Harry's ear whilst resting his elbows on either side of Harry's head. He pulls his cock out until the tip and without any warning slams the cock back in much harder. 

“Fuck-k,” Harry stutters out a moan, his hips hitching up with each thrust. Louis sucks kisses into Harry’s neck, fastening his pace from the get-go. 

“Feels better, sweetheart?” Louis fucks him with long and strong thrusts, the bed creaking at the impact. Harry feels so incredibly good around him, warm and soft. 

Absolutely perfect. 

Harry whimpers needily, his breath coming up short. He nods his head and cries on the pillow, soaking it wet. “Big, so big. Feel-s so good, hubby.” 

Louis gives a lazy smile at that, his hips hitting the back of Harry's thighs, the sound of skin slapping on skin loud in the quiet room. So fucking obscene. “I know, darling… but you take me so well, don't you?” 

“Please—” Flustered to his core, Harry turns his head and pushes his cheek on Louis’ mouth, panting harshly.

“My shy baby.” Louis' face softens as he rattles Harry’s limp body with his hard and rough thrusts, sliding a hand down Harry's sweaty chest to toy with his nipples. “How I adore you.” 

Harry stifles a cry, his sore nipples hardening between Louis’ teasing fingers. “Sore, so sor-uhh.” 

“I know they hurt, baby. I played with them a bit too much last night, didn't I?” Louis sympathises, pinching the nipples harder, “But won't you let your hubby play with them some more, hm?” 

Crying out at the pain, Harry feels his cock leak on the white sheets beneath, probably soaking it wet. He whines helplessly, giving in, his voice hoarse, “Anything— anything hubby wants.” 

“My, my…” Louis pulls out and flips Harry on his back in one quick motion, throwing the long legs over his shoulders, “Love your obedience, my sweet wife.”

Harry sobs at the words and the cock that rams back inside, thrusts erratic and so fucking good. Harry’s chest heaves, his eyes looking up at his husband who was smiling down at him, sweat dripping down his tanned skin.

Harry beams, eyes glassy. “Your wife.” 

“That's correct, baby. You're my wife, you're my everything.” Louis grabs Harry’s face, pulling him to sloth their mouths together in a kiss but not before whispering, “My darling, you deserve everything good. How could I be mad at you, hm? You're my one true love.” 

Harry tearfully moans mid-kiss, his hands coming up to pull the caramel coloured hair between his fingers. God, he loves Louis endlessly. 

Louis licks into his mouth, kissing him deeper whilst his other hand tugs on the bouncy tits, holding on to them as he fucks Harry with a punishing pace. 

Harry can't help but lose his focus, his lips parting to let a sob rupture through his swollen lips. He almost comes at the way Louis was looking at him, with so much desire and lust. 

“I can't imagine my life without you, you're the reason I breathe, baby.” Louis tells him, his lips brushing on the crying ones, “You provide us warmth and comfort, you take care of us, you take care of our baby girl like no other. You've no idea how much I love you.” 

Harry can't take this anymore, his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He hiccups another moan, eyes full of tears, “I love you.” 

“Love you more, baby.” Louis kisses his nose and slows down, letting Harry feel each thrust, each touch. “You're the best mother one could ask for… how could you doubt yourself like that, hmm?” 

Harry curls his toes at the gentle pace, feeling so blessed under his husband's admiration. He shakes his head, voice firm, “I won't do that again, I promise.” 

“That's all I want, sweetheart. For you to know your worth.” Louis kisses Harry’s throat, sucking red bites on the milky skin, “I am so blessed to have you in my life, even a million I love yous will not be enough to express my gratitude, baby.”

Harry doesn't get to say how much he loves Louis again because, at that exact moment, Louis starts pumping his pulsating cock in and out of Harry's swollen hole. 

Harry gasps sharply, his hands tangling in Louis’ hair as he brings him down on his lips, kissing him until both of them are out of breath. 

“Fuck, baby.” Louis parts away, resting his damp forehead on top of Harry's, “You have no idea how good you feel around me, makes me want to fuck you day and night, keep you so full you're constantly leaking down your thighs.” 

Shuddering visibly, Harry curls his body against Louis with a loud cry. So loud it has Louis wrap a hand around his mouth. “Quiet, darling.” 

Feeling his cheeks on fire at his obscenity, Harry nods, his glassy eyes whilst Louis keeps his mouth clamped with his big hand.

“So fucking obscene, baby.” Louis teases and watches the pretty brown curls bounce with every pump of his hips, “All mine, aren't you?” 

Harry takes a deep breath in, his cock slapping and leaking all over his lower belly. He’s so close, it feels so fucking good. 

Harry stutters, “Your-s, all yours.” 

“All mine,” Louis pants lightly above him, his hands coming up to grope the heavy tits, squeezing it. “All mine to kiss, all mine to fuck, all mine to make babies with.” 

“Louis— please!” Harry gasps through his plumped lips, the talk of having babies with his sweet husband going straight to his oversensitive cock per usual. 

God, he wishes to have so many babies with Louis it's not even funny anymore. He wants Louis to give him as many as he can. 

Louis lets a smirk splash on his lips, knowing he's hit the sweet spot. He impales Harry on his fat cock, banging the headboard against the damn wall. Louis leans down to whisper something he's been thinking about for a while, “You want more babies?” 

Harry could cry in joy, how does Louis read him so well? How does he always know what Harry wants and what Harry needs?

Gosh, he's got the best husband.

“Yes! Oh, yes.” Harry holds Louis’ face in his shaking hands, clashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Louis grunts at the desperation, licking into his mouth with vigour. 

Harry pulls away, his voice soft. “Want another baby, hubby.” 

Smiling gingerly, Louis pecks his lips, “You want to give Abby a sibling, sweetheart?” 

“Please.” Harry cries out, his hard cock throbbing precome out of his pink slit when Louis slams his thick cockhead right into Harry’s sore spot. “Want.” 

“I’ll give you as many babies as you want, sweetheart. We'll make a nice big family.” Louis tells him sweetly. “Gonna tire you out, keep you busy with my babies. You want that, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Harry blubbers brokenly, a wrecked whine leaving his lips. “I'm— close, pleasepleaseplease.”

“Be good for me and come, angel,” Louis whispers and shoves all of his cock in, letting it press hard against the spot as he watches the imprint of his cockhead pushing out of Harry's belly. 

“Fuck!” Louis grunts and they come together, his arms mindfully gathering around Harry’s pliant body, his hold possessive. 

With an arched back, Harry cries out a silent moan, the feeling of Louis’ cock pumping him full with come is maddening. He clenches his hole and milks the thick cock as much as possible, watching the man of his dreams grunt lowly, a blissful look on his rugged face. 

Shaking with aftershocks, Harry’s hips tremble violently and Louis is quick to flip them over, being careful not to pull out as he lays Harry on his chest, holding him tightly. 

“Shhh, you did so well.” Louis rubs a hand down Harry's back, kissing his hair. “I’ve got you, angel. Calm down for me.” 

Head all fuzzy, Harry tries to listen to his husband, going limp on top of him. He does as he's told and relaxes his body, letting go knowing Louis will always hold him close. 

“Yes, there we go.” Louis keeps rubbing a hand down the curve of Harry's back, his voice soft as he continues to whisper sweet things.

After a few minutes, Harry feels the fuzziness gradually fade away, the sound of Louis’ breathing serene on top of his head. 

Harry slowly lifts his head, only to find Louis already gazing down at him.

A blush creeps on Harry's puffed-up face, he scoots up until he's breathing on Louis’ lips, “Hi!” 

“Hi, baby.” Louis bedazzles him with a stunning smile, letting him kiss his lips. “Back to me?”

Harry nods timidly, his hole clenches when he realises Louis hasn't pulled out yet. He knows Harry likes to be full, so thoughtful. 

“Don't do that, darling.” Louis chuckles, his voice gentle, “Unless you want me to fuck you again.” 

Harry immediately buries his face in Louis’ neck, cheeks burning at the accusation because well… that was his intention anyway. 

Laughing softly, Louis scratches his head lovingly. “No hiding. Go on, look at me.” 

Harry shyly takes his head out of Louis’ neck, a blush permanent on his cheeks. 

“Gorgeous, baby.” Louis praises, gazing at him. 

Harry bites his lips, his mind going back to what Louis had said earlier.

‘You want more babies?’

Harry visibly shudders at that, he wants it.

He wants it so bad. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

Louis smirks, “I said a lot of things, sweetheart. Which one are you talking about?” 

“Don't be so oblivious, you know what I am talking about.” Harry glares at the horrible tease. 

“Not a single clue.” Louis shrugs his shoulders. 

“Louis,” Harry whines stubbornly. 

Shaking with laughter, Louis rounds his bare arms around Harry. “I meant everything I said earlier, even the one you're poorly implying.” 

Harry squeaks in joy, peppering loud kisses all over Louis’ face. “I am going to have another baby!” 

Louis laughs wholeheartedly under the sloppy kisses, heart swelling at Harry's immense happiness.

There was nothing more he could ask for. This life, in all its quiet perfection, was all he had ever yearned for.