"And, there you go! You're officially discharged."

"Thank fuck," Louis mutters. The nurse laughs, and Jay just rolls her eyes, helping Louis up out of the bed. He's wearing his best jumper and pair of joggers to see Harry and Layla, and while he still doesn't quite have the energy to show it, he's fucking off the wall right now.

"I have to say, we're going to miss you," The nurse says. "No matter how sassy you are in the mornings."

"Or afternoon. Or evening," Jay teases.

"Oi!" Louis pouts. He appreciates the fact that he'll be missed, but he can't say the same for himself. To be honest, he'd rather be anywhere but here.

His Mum leads him to the lift, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as soon as they're standing inside. "You feel okay?" She asks gently, noticing how Louis leans against the wall for support.

"Yeah, 'm fine," He gives her a small smile, trying to reassure her. He definitely feels better than usual. "Just a little tired."

"I bet," Jay hums, moving her hand from his shoulder to his cheek and giving it a gentle pat. "Bet seeing Harry and Layla will wake you right up, huh?"

Louis can feel his smile widen. "I can't wait," He admits, voice quiet. He gets this tingly feeling in his tummy every time he thinks about it. He hasn't gotten to hold Layla in two weeks. He's excited to see Harry too, obviously. To hold him tight and kiss the top of his head and feel his arms wrapped around his waist. But he's only been with Layla for two days, and the Snapchats and FaceTime calls where Harry puts her on camera just doesn't satisfy him.

He and his mum make it to her car outside just fine, Jay going on about a fight Doris had gotten into with her best friend from nursery school, and how she knows Lottie had a new boyfriend but she won't admit it. Louis doesn't mind. It's nice to be in the loop, and he can save his energy for when he sees Harry.

♛

Harry doesn't know why he's so nervous.

Louis has seen Layla coming out of his arse, given him a blowie, been in the washroom with him while he's taking a wee, and yet his tummy has butterflies. Layla won't sleep, so maybe she feels the same.

He can hear the door open downstairs, his heart pounding against his chest as he hears footsteps up the stairs. The fact that Louis' coming to see them first makes him melt a little. The door to his bedroom swings open, and Louis is standing there with a smirk. "Daddy's home."

Harry beams. He sets Layla down in her cot before running over and attacking Louis in a hug, feeling Louis laugh into his hair. "Miss me?" He chuckles, wrapping Harry up in his arms.

"Lots," Harry mumbles into Louis' chest. Louis, despite how tired he is, lifts Harry up and cradles him under his bum, feeling Harry nuzzle his nose into the crook of his neck.

"You're cuter than I remember," Louis grins, and Harry giggles as Louis tosses him onto the bed, climbing over him. Harry beams up at him, and Louis melts a little before leaning down and kissing him. They kiss for what feels like years before Louis leans back from him. "Alright, I'm done with you."

Harry pouts and flicks his nose. "Oi, bugger."

Louis laughs as he climbs off the bed, standing up to peer over Layla's cot. Harry watches as his smile softens, and he reaches in to lift her up and cradle her against his chest. "Hello, little lady," He greets, voice silly and sweet. Layla stares back up at him, eyes big and blue. "Daddy missed you so much, love."

"I feel like I shouldn't be jealous right now, but I am."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

Harry pouts again, and Louis chuckles. He sits on the bed next to Harry, keeping Layla close to him. Harry hooks his chin over Louis' shoulder, watching him as he grins down at Layla.

"This is crazy," He says softly.

"What is?" Harry asks, smiling a little when Louis turns his head to kiss his cheek.

"Coming home to you and a baby," He holds his index finger out to Layla, and she grabs onto it. "I could get used to this."

"Me too," Harry feels warm all over. "She won't stay a baby forever, though."

"Then I'll just have to knock you up again."

Harry can feel a blush creeping up to his cheeks. Louis laughs at the reaction, dipping his head down to press their lips together. Harry could get used to this, for the rest of his life. And, the way Louis looks at him when he leans back tells Harry that he feels the same.