"Okay, Josie?"

Harry sighs wistfully. "I like it," He admits, looking down at the tiny pink bundle in his arms. "But...that's not her name."

Louis nods, glancing up at Harry. A huge wave of warmth takes over his whole body, looking at Harry and their girl, only a few hours old. Harry's face is still flushed from crying so much. Harry catches Louis staring at him and gives him a fond grin, one that Louis returns before looking back down at the baby book in his hands.

"Okay," Louis hums, skimming the book before his eyes catch a name. He grins again, a little wider this time. "What about Gracie?"

He watches as Harry' face becomes soft, looking back down at the baby wrapped in the pink blanket. "I like it," He says after a moment, stroking the baby's cheek with his index finger gently. "What do you think, bub? 'S your name Gracie?"

The baby hiccups, and Harry giggles. "Gracie it is, then," He smiles. "And what about Mae for a middle name? I've been thinking about that one for a while."

"Gracie Mae," Louis can feel himself beam, placing the book on the bedside table before standing to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hi, Gracie Mae."

"Gracie Mae Tomlinson," Harry grins up at Louis, eyes shiny with tears. "I love it, Lou."

Louis leans down and kisses Harry's forehead, hearing Harry giggle softly. "I love you," He mumbles, smoothing Harry's hair out of his face. "Thank you for giving me a baby."

"I think it was really you giving her to me," Harry grins cheekily, laughing when Louis scoffs and covers Gracie's ears gently. "She can't even understand me yet."

"I don't want her to take in your filth!" Louis huffs, but his stern demeanour falters at the sound of Harry's laugh.

♛

"Haz, are you gonna be okay? You look a little green..."

"Mhm," Harry's head in leaned back, eyes closed like he's focusing on not blowing chunks. Louis steps away from the line of fire, just in case. It's been two weeks since he'd taken the test, and he's been a little on edge since. Louis can't blame him–he lost a baby. His anxiety has to be through the roof. Not to mention the intense morning sickness he's been having.

"Babe," Louis coaxes, his voice soft. Harry's eyes blink open, looking just a bit miserable. "You know everything's gonna be fine, yeah?"

"Yeah," Harry whispers, avoiding Louis' eyes. Louis puts his hand on Harry's cheek, grinning when Harry leans into his touch. There's a knock on the door, and Louis removes his hand as the doctor comes in.

"Hi!" They greet, giving Harry and Louis a huge grin. "Long time no see. How've you been?"

"We've been...busy," Louis says. Harry smiles a little. The doctor grins, like they understand, and looks down at their clipboard. They've had the same obstetrician since Gracie was born. Louis' convinced Harry has a crush on them, but Harry insists he just thinks they're a good doctor.

"I hear that," The doctor, Dr. Bajaj, smiles, slipping some plastic gloves onto their hands. "What brings you in today?"

"Um, I'm pregnant," Harry says sheepishly. "I mean, I think I am. I took a test. 'N 've been feeling super nauseous, even more than with Gracie, and tired."

He's rambling just a bit. It's endlessly endearing, though. Dr. Bajaj gives him a warm grin, looking back down at their clipboard. "Ah. I see. Only one way to find out then, yeah?" They go to start up the monitor next to the exam chair. "You know the drill."

Harry lays back on the chair, lifting his shirt up. There's a roundness to his stomach that wasn't there before. It's a little early for him to be showing. Louis would never point it out, though, unless he wants his head ripped off.

"'S gonna be a little cold," Dr. Bajaj says, squirting the gel onto the wand and gently placing the wand on Harry's stomach. Harry, despite the warning, still shivers a little, grabbing onto Louis' hand. Louis can't help but notice how his hand is shaking, and he squeezes it a bit to remind him that he's there for him. Harry looks up at him and gives him a small smile. "Alright, let's see here."

Harry studies Dr. Bajaj's face intently, looking for any sign that there might be something wrong. The grin doesn't fall from their face, though, it widens. "Definitely pregnant," They observe. Louis feels himself beam. "So...do twins run in your family?"

The smile falls off of Louis' face. He can feel Harry's grip on his hand tighten. "Um, yeah," He chokes out. "Mine."

"Makes sense," Dr. Bajaj smirks. "'M seeing two foetuses. Congrats, lads, y've got twins."

"What?" Harry sputters, sitting up a little and staring at the screen. Dr. Bajaj turns it slightly so they can see better, pointing at a tiny white blob with their index finger.

"There's baby A," They move their index finger to another, equally tiny blob. "And there's baby B."

"Two," Louis says blankly, eyes glued to the screen. He feels a little lightheaded. "Holy fuck."

"Gracie will be excited, for sure," Dr. Bajaj grins at them, but they're both silent, eyes wide. "That explains the morning sickness being bad, it usually is with twins. You're only about six weeks, but everything looks good to me."

Louis finally looks away from the ultrasound and down at Harry, who's eyes look shiny. "You okay?" He asks gently, giving Harry's hand a little squeeze. Harry's eyes finally blink away from the screen, looking up at Dr. Bajaj.

"I-I'm gonna be huge!" He chokes out. Dr. Bajaj laughs, and even Louis breaks out of his shock to grin, leaning down and kissing the top of Harry's head.

"Probably," Dr. Bajaj admits, a smirk still on their lips. Harry's cheeks are flushed; huge, sparkly eyes looking back to the screen. "Everything looks great, though. Next appointment we can find out if they're fraternal or identical."

"Holy shit," Louis mutters. Harry looks up at him, exhaling shakily. So. Twins. This should be interesting.

♛

Louis is sitting on the sofa, the ten pamphlets Dr. Bajaj had given them laid out on the coffee table, having a slight panic attack.

Because, two babies. This is big. This could be a huge stress on their already fragile marriage. He sighs a little, staring down at one of the stupid fucking pamphlets. He's not even a little surprised when he feels familiar hands settle on his shoulders from behind the sofa.

"Coffee?" Harry offers softly.

"Please," Louis mutters. Harry kisses the top of his head, moving to the kitchen while Louis runs a hand over his face. He comes back a few moments later, coffee in hand, and sets it down in front of Louis.

Sheepishly, he sits down next to Louis, their knees bumping together. Louis sighs again, setting a hand on Harry's thigh. "This is insane."

"I know," Harry says quietly, scratching at the nape of Louis' neck where his hair curls out. He needs a haircut, but he likes how Harry runs his fingers through it, and grabs and pulls it when they're fucking. He shakes the perverted thought out of his head. They have more important things to focus on.

"We should've known," Louis mumbles, smiling wearily. "My mum warned us."

"Yeah," Harry leans his head on Louis' shoulder. Louis sneaks a kiss to the top of his head before picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip. "I'm excited."

Louis' small smile becomes larger. "No, I am too," He assures, tucking one of Harry's curls behind his ear. "'M still in shock, I think."

"I am too," Harry giggles. "Can't wait for your mum to tell us she told us so."

Louis laughs, wrapping Harry up in his arms. He kisses the top of his head again, relishing in this. No matter how big and scary this might seem to him, Harry's having his babies. Nothing's cooler than that, he thinks.