"I'm going to be so bad at this," Harry mumbles as he takes out a bottle of lube from the bedside table drawer. Louis is laying next to where Harry is sitting on his knees, pouting a bit with his arms crossed.

"I hate this," Louis mutters. Harry stops what he's doing and quirks an eyebrow at Louis, who continues talking. "This is going to be the most awkward sex I've ever had."

"I really wish you'd have a better attitude about this," Harry huffs, sticking his bottom lip out a bit. The action makes Louis' eyes soften a little bit. "I thought you wanted a baby."

"No. I do. Really," Guilt runs over Louis' entire body as he props himself up on his elbows. "It's just not ideal. In my mind, I mean. Like...I wanted to take care of you. While you were pregnant, I mean. I don't know. Can you tell I'm scared to have a dick in my ass? Because, I'm really scared."

Harry chuckles. "It's not that bad," He assures, smiling with his tongue tucked between his teeth. The small detail sort of calms Louis' nerves, in a way. "I would give you the option of me prepping you first, but that's not much of an option in your case. You're as tight as Liam's abs."

"Why are you looking at Liam's abs?" Louis questions, quirking an eyebrow toward Harry. He gets jealous just a bit too easily. "What about my abs?"

"Trust me, I've been pining over those," Harry stops unscrewing the cap for the lube and winks toward Louis. "Because they won't be there for much longer."

"Oh, God," Louis sighs, laying back down and watching as Harry covers his fingers in lube.

"Hush. You'll be so cute," Harry praises, positioning himself with his hand on Louis' knee and the other near Louis' bum. "Okay. You ready?"

Louis inhales sharply. "I guess," He nods, licking his lips. Harry slowly presses against Louis' hole, making Louis' eyes widen. "Wowza. Okay. That's...different."

"Good or bad different?" Harry asks. Louis shrugs.

"I don't really-oh, fuck, okay," Louis gasps when Harry puts his entire fingertip in his hole. "That feels...surprisingly good? Shit, more of that."

Harry puts more of his finger in, sloppy thrusting it back and forth. Louis lets out a moan, licking his lips and moving his trembling hands up to Harry's shoulders. Harry smiles slightly at Louis' expression; watching as his eyelids flutter.

"You like that?" Harry giggles. He's never felt so powerful, so formidable. He has total control over Louis' pleasure.

Louis nods, putting his hands over his face and moaning into his palms. "More," He pleads, gripping Harry's shoulders tightly. His hole is burning but it feels so, so good. He gets why Harry is a bottom now, though he still likes being a top more.

Harry adds another finger. Louis is understandably really, really tight. He starts to scissor Louis open more, making Louis clench his eyes shut.

"Does that hurt?" Harry asks worriedly, not wanting to hurt Louis. Louis nods, exhaling sharply and letting out a breathy laugh.

"And I thought topping worked me out," Louis pants. "Keep doing that. It's okay. Hurts in a good way, y'know?"

Harry nods, having felt that experience before. "Okay, so should I continue? Or are you ready for me? Like...not that my fingers aren't me. I just—you know what I mean."

Louis nods. "Yeah. I'm ready," He pants, licking his lips. Harry picks up the tube of lube from where it's laying next to Louis on the duvet.

"Okay, it might hurt a bit at first," Harry warns, putting some lube on his dîck. Louis nods, folding his hands on top of his stomach and sighing.

"'Kay," Louis exhales as he watches Harry slowly hover over him.

Harry starts to smile, his dimple popping out as he giggles. "Hi," He says, making Louis chuckle fondly.

"Hi," He replies, making Harry giggle again. Harry slowly starts to enter into Louis, and Louis' expression changes from amused to shocked in a matter of nanoseconds.

"Holy shit," He gasps, surprised at how different it feels from how he expected. Harry can't help but laugh as he starts to thrust a bit deeper and a bit faster, and the little "Uh, uh, uh," sounds Louis is making is only motivating him to go deeper and faster.

With one big thrust Harry comes, and it makes Louis shudder out of pleasure.  He comes as well, all over Harry's chest.

Harry practically flops down next to Louis, panting heavily and sweating like mad. "That was the biggest workout I've ever done."

Louis laughs and kisses the top of Harry's head, putting his arm around Harry. "I love you," He mumbles into Harry's hair.

"I love you too," Harry sighs contently. "And thank you for doing this, babe. I appreciate it a lot, really."

"Anything for you, darling," Louis replies.

♛

"Hi, love," Louis says as he opens the door to their flat after a long day at work. He's not greeted by the usual kiss, instead by a small object being thrown at his chest. It bounces off him and onto the floor. "What the fuck?" He grumbles, kneeling down and picking it up to find it's a box for a pregnancy test.

Louis looks up to find Harry standing a distance away, smiling widely with his hands clasped together. "It's been two weeks! You can take a test now!" Harry exclaims. Louis rolls his eyes and shakes his head, still smiling adoringly at Harry's excitement.

"Alright, alright. You're lucky I need to piss," Louis mutters, and Harry's excitement doesn't falter as he follows Louis toward the washroom.

"Be quick!" Harry warns, leaning against the wall across from the washroom. Louis nods, looking down at the test and exhaling deeply.

He walks out with the test a minute later. "We have to wait a minute for it it get the results," He says, setting the test on the sink and crossing his arms.

Harry nods, looking down at his shoes as they wait. Louis watches the second hand tick as he eyes his watch, bouncing on his heels a bit. He would never admit it to Harry, but he's buzzing over seeing the results.

A minute comes, and Louis takes a deep breath. "Do you want to look at it? Or should I?" He asks. Harry looks up from the floor, biting his lip so hard it's turning a deep pink.

"You do it," He says softly. Louis licks his lips and picks the test up, taking another deep breath before looking at it.

There's a little pink plus sign in the middle.

"I-I," Louis stutters, feeling his mouth dry up. "Fuck. Harry. It's positive."

Harry's eyes widen. He stands still for a second before taking the test from Louis and looking at it. When seeing the test for himself, he lets out a yelp. "Oh my god!" He squeaks, looking up at Louis. He feels his eyes brim with tears as he starts to laugh. "Shit. Louis, we're going to be parents."

Louis can feel his own eyes start to water as he smiles. "Fuck. Yeah. We are," He lets out a watery laugh as Harry attacks him in a hug.