"Holy shit," Louis mutters, clutching the sonogram picture in his hand and staring down at it. "Fuck. Harry, did you see this?"

"Eyes on the road, baby," Harry reminds before taking the sonogram out of Louis' hands and beaming. "I did see it. In fact, I saw it every time you shoved it in my face."

Louis blushes at that. "Isn't it sick, though?" He asks, trying not to distract himself from driving. "Like, fuck. We made a person."

"You really have to work on your cursing, love," Harry warns, putting his hand on Louis' thigh. "And this means no more skateboarding. Or footie. Or rugby."

Louis just stares at Harry. "Excuse me?"

"'S too dangerous, love," Harry says, smiling apologetically as he pats Louis' thigh. "Even if you are only a month."

"I-" Louis sighs, a slight pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "This isn't fair."

"Hands on the wheel, darling," Harry reminds, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry, love. It's only for a few months."

"Two thirds of the year!" Louis exclaims, putting his hands back on the steering wheel. "Jesus."

Harry twists his mouth. "I admire you for doing this anyways," He says softly, looking over to Louis. And, fuck, now Louis feels really bad for complaining. Harry is too sweet and pure for this world.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby," Louis sighs. "I won't complain anymore, okay? I'm happy. Really."

Harry just nods.

♛

"Harry, love," Louis whines from the sofa. "Could you get me the aspirin, please?"

Harry shakes his head, poking his head into the lounge. "Didn't you hear the doctor, babe? No pills that aren't prescribed."

Louis pouts at that, laying back into the sofa. "My head hurts," He sighs. Harry fixes the bun he has tied in his hair before walking over to Louis and sitting next to him.

"'M sorry, boo," Harry hums contently, cuddling into Louis' side. Louis puts an arm around Harry, kissing his cheek. "How about I make you dinner and then after that I put on that little red thing you like?"

Louis' eyes widen as he nods. "The red thing, fuck yeah," He says, making Harry laugh.

♛

"Can't you call the doctor or something?" Louis mutters as Harry hands him a glass of water, brushing the fringe out of his face.

"Morning sickness is normal, love," Harry says softly, trying not to make Louis' pounding head worse. "There's nothing we can do. I'll do some research later to see how to soothe it."

"It's not even morning!" Louis exclaims, wincing when he realises yelling makes his headache worse. Harry frowns and rubs Louis' arm,

"It's only for the first three months," Harry says. "After that everything gets better!" He's lying.

"How do you know?" Louis asks suspiciously.

"I've been looking ," Harry says, full of pride for himself, and shit. He's so adorable. Louis can't help but smile.

"Good job, baby," Louis chuckles, making Harry blush and smile.

♛

Louis has only been pregnant for six weeks and he already can't handle it.

He can't handle the puking at four in the morning, he can't handle not being able to go out and be active, and he can't handle no smoking. Or beers. God, he misses beers.

But he can't help but forget about all that whenever he catches Harry reading a book about babies or sees him staring at his middle (he isn't even showing yet) and smiling. Because Harry's so happy, and he doesn't think he's ever seen his Harry so happy.

"I feel gross," Louis mumbles, his arm wrapped around Harry's waist as he nuzzles his nose into Harry's curls.

"'M sorry, love," Harry mumbles sleepily, tracing gentle patterns on Louis' bare arm. "Drink some water. Seems to help, right?"

"I already chugged down four glasses," Louis sighs. Harry nods, and Louis feels like he's keeping Harry awake. He feels bad. Like, really bad. Harry deserves sleep.

"I'll stop talking now," Louis says, kissing the top of Harry's head. "You can go to sleep."

Harry shakes his head. "'S okay. 'M not that tired anyways," He yawns, shaking his head and licking his lips. "Not tired."

Louis can't help but chuckle at Harry's stubbornness. Harry likes to call him the stubborn one, but he has his moments. "Sleep, baby. It's okay."

Harry yawns again. "Okay. Goodnight. I love you."

Louis kisses the top of Harry's head one last time. "I love you too, darling," He says sweetly, making Harry giggle lightly.

It only takes Louis a few minutes to get up out of bed and run toward the washroom. He unloads the dinner Harry made him into the toilet bowl, followed my a loud groan.

Harry pads in a few moments later, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "'Y okay, Lou?" He asks, throwing his hair up into a bun. Louis nods, leaning against the wall next to the toilet.

"Go back to bed," Louis croaks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry shakes his head and walks over, sitting down next to Louis.

"My poor baby," Harry sighs, ignoring Louis' request and instead putting his hand on Louis' forehead. His hands are cold, soothing Louis' burning skin.

"Harry, it's three in the morning," Louis points out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the wall. "Go to sleep."

Harry sits Indian style on the tile floor and pulls Louis down, resting his head in his lap. He starts to brush Louis' fringe out of his face.

"Are you deaf?" Louis asks. Harry shakes his head.

"No, just worried about you," He says, and Louis' eyes soften. "I can't go to sleep knowing you're in here throwing up."

Louis just hums, too tired to argue. "I love you," He whispers. Harry smiles and leans down to kiss Louis' cheek.

"I love you too."

♛

"I need you to get me some apples," Louis says into his phone (his work phone which he isn't supposed to use for personal reasons but this is an emergency!) as he taps his pen against the desk.

"I thought you hated apples. I thought you hated all fruits, actually. Vegetables too. You're all for heart attacks and sugar comas."

"Oi! Leave me alone!" Louis teases. "I need apples, Harry. It's a must." He can't say he craves apples out loud because his coworkers can't know he's pregnant yet.

"Fine. If you don't eat em all I can make pie. 'S usually the only way you eat fruit."

Louis chuckles. "Thanks, baby. I love you," He says fondly, and fuck. He can't wait to go home and see Harry.

"I love you too. Bye."

"Bye," He says before hanging up. He wrinkles his nose because, seriously, he needs to wee again. This is the third time in an hour.

He walks out of his cubicle toward the washroom, but of course his boss Simon stops him. "Tomlinson, did you call Ms. Hernandez back?"

"Uh, no sir," Louis admits. "I'll do that as soon as I get back to my desk." Oh god, he needs to piss so badly. Why can't Simon ever shut his trap?

Simon nods, walking passed Louis and letting him speed-walk toward the washroom.

After taking a wee and washing his hands, Louis can't stop thinking about those apples. He's really, really craving them now. Does he have time to run home and get them? Nah, Harry probably hasn't even gone to get them yet. He only has an hour left at work anyways. He can handle it.

♛

Louis barely makes it.

He does, however, and coming home from work has never felt this good. He practically sprints into the kitchen where Harry is making dinner.

"Apples!" Is all he says, making Harry laugh. He points to the fridge and continues to stir whatever he's making. The pink apron he's wearing would usually make Louis coo, but he's too focused on his craving.

He takes out an apple and doesn't even bother to wash it, nor take the sticker off. He just bites into it, moaning dramatically and closing his eyes in utter bliss.

"Satisfied?" Harry asks. Louis nods. "Good. Now, come give me a kiss. I love apples."

Louis takes a few steps toward Harry, pressing his lips against Harry's and cupping his cheek. Harry giggles as soon as they separate. "You taste like apple pie," He says, pecking Louis' lips one more time before going back to making dinner.