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Louis - 23 weeks pregnant

Niall - 20 weeks pregnant

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"What paint did you get, little Omega?"

Harry kept looking over at the pouting, huffing Omega sitting in the passenger seat. He sighed and looked back at the road: Louis had been in the same position since he had gotten in the car, arms crossed and head facing out the window. Louis had tried to cross his legs when he first got in, but had failed miserably with the giant bump in the way.

The car was drowning in the tense atmosphere between the Omega and his Alpha. Liam had decided to bring his car, so he could take Niall out for dinner to reward him for surviving in the car with Louis' driving.

"Do you want to get some dinner?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

Louis kept the pout on his face, but he finally relented and sighed, shoulders sagging and hands falling on top of his bump. "What about peanut butter?" he whispered.

Harry couldn't help the smile on his face from the mention of the craving that seemed to come and go. "Of course."

They sat in another uncomfortable silence, before Louis turned to his Alpha. "Am I really that bad?"

"Well, some days you're a bit cranky - "

"Not that way," Louis giggled, hitting Harry on the arm. "Am I really that bad at driving?"

Harry stayed quiet, fingers tightening around the steering wheel.

"For goodness sakes," Louis shouted, slapping his hands against the dash and turning to look out of the window again.

"But, Louis, I always let you drive," Harry reminded.

"Not right now!" Louis protested, one raised eyebrow.

"That's because Liam wouldn't have let me leave a passenger in this car," Harry chuckled.

"I'm not a bad driver," Louis whined.

"Well, you know what Louis," Harry snapped, banging his hands against the steering wheel and pulling onto the hard shoulder. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned towards Louis, who was wide-eyed but still looking out the window. "You are an absolute shit driver, okay? There is no way that I am letting you drive around our pups until you get some driving lessons. But, I don't really give a damn because it just adds to the Louis Tomlinson that I love and that I Mated."

Louis closed his eyes and thought over what Harry had just said.

"Look at me, little Omega," Harry whispered.

Louis sighed and turned to him, tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry, little Omega." Harry pulled off his glasses and folded them, setting them on the dash. "I love your glasses," he whispered.

"I'm so damn hormonal," Louis giggled, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands and wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"You're pregnant with my babies, what can you expect?" Harry laughed.

"I don't like my moods changing just like a snap of my fingers," Louis whispered.

So, just like a snap of his fingers, Louis was unbuckling his seatbelt and crawling into Harry's lap, Harry pushing back his seat as far as it could go to help him. Louis curled up on his Alpha's lap, fingers fisting in Harry's shirt and face buried in his neck, absorbing his Alpha's scent. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' belly, holding him as tight as he dared without hurting the pups.

"I'm hungry," Louis whispered after a moment, his lips and breath tickling Harry's neck.

The two couldn't help but giggle.

"Do you want to go and get that peanut butter?" Harry whispered into his hair, one hand resting underneath Louis' stomach while the other rubbed over it, thumb flicking over his belly button.

"Is there peanut butter at home?" Louis asked.

"Yep!"

"...And pickles?"

Harry grinned down at his Omega. "Of course." With a little peck to the temple, he slid Louis back into his seat, handed him back his glasses and buckled his seatbelt, not starting the car until Louis' seatbelt was buckled as well.

I was actually going to put smut into this chapter, but then it just kinda flowed like this.

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