"I hate strawberries," Louis mumbles as he takes a bite out of one, not noticing Harry's amused look toward him as he turns his head back to the Telly, watching Great British Bake Off intently as Harry smiles fondly toward him. Harry then turns back to the Telly as well, looking away yet again as Louis sets his feet down on his lap. He raises his eyebrows.

"Whatcha doing there, Lou?" Harry asks, trying not to giggle as Louis gives him an innocent smile.

"My feet are sore," He says, sticking his bottom lip out into a pout. He's really milking this whole "I'm-two-days-passed-my-due-date-and-extremely-uncomfortable" thing. Harry rolls his eyes but starts to massage at Louis' feet, still watching the Telly as Louis sighs in relief.

"Aw man, I ran out of strawberries," Louis whines. Harry laughs as Louis gets up off the couch, watching Louis' middle finger shoot toward him before he waddles into the kitchen.

Louis starts toward the refrigerator before whimpering, leaning against the counter. He's been getting small pains all day, and he's starting to panic. He continues toward the refrigerator, grabbing a carton of strawberries out of the three Harry bought for him and putting more into his bowl.

Walking back to the lounge he's hit with another, stronger pain. It stops, but he can feel water trickling down his legs. Fuck.

He drops the plastic bowl of strawberries in shock, and he can hear Harry's quick footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Harry appears in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed. "What was that?"

"I-" Louis doesn't know what to say. He motions toward the small puddle of water on the floor, saying "Whoosh!"

It takes Harry a few moments. "Did your water break?" Harry asks, and Louis nods. Harry raises his eyebrows. "Oh. Okay, okay, I'll go get the bags, okay? Why don't you just hang tight?"

"O-Okay," Louis says, and he can tell Harry is scared. He wants to protect him in a way, wants to assure him that everything will be fine, but he's glued to his spot, hands still pointing toward the puddle on the floor.

♛

"I-I didn't think it'd hurt this much," Louis admits as Harry smiles adoringly at him. Even Harry's gaze is gentle, and Louis loves him so much.

"I know it hurts, love," Harry says as the nurse injects the numbing serum into his lower back, leaning up and pecking Louis' cheek. "You're doing so good though. I'm proud of you."

"Really?" Louis asks quietly. Harry slowly lays Louis down on his back as the nurse unlocks the wheels to his bed.

"Yeah, really," Harry replies. Two nurses start to wheel Louis into another room, Harry walking beside the bed and keeping a tight grip on Louis' hand. He looks nervous, and Louis gives his hand a squeeze. Harry looks down at him, and Louis gives him a small smile.

"It'll be okay," He mouths to Harry, making Harry smile as well. Louis' entire body is numb at this point, and Harry keeps looking at him worriedly, and everything is happening really fast.

Everyone is ready when they get to the room, the nurses immediately putting a curtain between Louis' belly and his chest. Harry continues to hold his hand, taking deep breaths as Louis smiles up at him. "You good?" Louis asks.

"We're making the incision," The doctor says as Harry swallows thickly.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Harry says shakily, exhaling before looking down at Louis. "Just nervous. We're gonna be parents, Lou. Aren't you scared?"

Louis smiles, endeared. "Yeah, of course I am," He says, trying not to think about the fact that all his organs are on a table. "But we'll do fine."

"She doesn't have a name," Harry points out, and he's tearing up. Louis smiles wider.

"Yeah, but we'll think of one," He says, and the two can suddenly hear a baby's cries. Harry gasps and whips his head toward the doctors, seeing one of them holding up a baby.

"Oh my god," Harry chokes out, practically beaming as their daughter's cries bounce off the walls of the small room. "Oh my god, Louis, she's here."

Louis can feel his eyes watering as the doctors start to fix him up, and he's growing impatient. He wishes they'd hurry so he can hold her. Harry leans down and pecks Louis' lips, nothing but pride in his small smile.

♛

"I like the name Lily," Harry says quietly, sniffling as he looks down at their baby girl. Louis has his arm wrapped around Harry's waist, letting Harry lean into him as they both look down at the baby.

"That's a good name," Louis agrees, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Lily Tomlinson. I like it. Let's make her middle name Anne."

Harry smiles, tears running down his cheeks. "That's perfect, Lou." He says softly, leaning down and kissing Lily's forehead.

And Louis realises something. He got pregnant thinking about how much it would damage his masculinity, how uncomfortable he would be, but looking at Harry with their daughter in his arms makes him remember what he did all of this for. Harry.