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It’s the end of April and Harry’s due date is quickly approaching. He’s sitting in Louis’ mum’s old rocking chair, which she insisted to pass on to them after joking about how seven children are clear enough and she won’t be needing it any longer.
Harry rubs gentle circles into his bump while admiring his daughter's room. It took them ages to get everything ready because Harry wanted it to be perfect and they ended up having to take trips to five different stores before he found a crib that he liked.
They really went all out with the room, getting beautiful white furniture and even hiring someone to paint a mural on one of the walls. Three of the four walls are a light cream colour while the fourth wall is an explosion of colours due to the painting of a garden with hundreds of beautiful flowers.
Ever since Harry told Louis about how he came up with their daughter’s name, they both have a thing for flowers. Louis keeps bringing home bouquets of different flowers every other day, which Harry puts into vases all over the house transforming it into their own personal garden shop. Harry loves it.
He rocks slowly back and forth in the rocker saying, “Hey little one, how are you today? I know it’s probably cosy in there, but would you consider coming out soon? I really can’t wait to hold you in my arms and we’ve made you a cosy home out here too. Your daddy is also really excited to meet you. We love you a lot, darling.”
At nearly nine months, Harry’s bump is huge and his body is aching all over. His feet are swollen and his back is hurting so badly all the time that not even Louis’ frequent massages get him much of a relief. Harry can’t wait to have his body back for himself and not having to carry another human being around with him all the time.
It’s still early in the morning and Louis is still sleeping. Harry, however, got woken up by constant kicks against the inside of this belly until he gave up on sleep and waddled into the nursery.
The last few months were the best months of Harry’s life. Living with Louis was all that Harry had ever imagined and more. They fit so well together that Harry was sure that they belonged to each other. Their two lives seamlessly combined into one shared one. Harry was more than ready to start a new chapter of his life with Louis and their daughter.
“Harry? Love?” A sleepy Louis pokes his head through the nursery door. “Why are you up already? It’s arse o’clock in the morning, babe. Come back to bed.”
“Your daughter,” Harry tries to sound stern saying this even though he can’t keep a straight face, “decided to throw a party because, apparently, I don’t need any more sleep. Plus, my breasts are aching.”
Recently, Harry’s breasts have started producing milk leading them to become bigger and hurting.
“Do you need help with that?” Louis says suggestively, his voice raspy with sleep and arousal and Harry can’t help but feel a bit aroused himself. His sex drive has been insatiable, not that any of them minds. It turned out that they are also very compatible in the bedroom. “Do you need me to take care of that, love?”
Harry moans and lets himself be pulled up from the rocking chair and be led back to their bedroom.
Louis helps him get comfortable on the bed with loads of pillows propped up behind him. He’s only wearing a thin t-shirt that is quickly pulled over his head and thrown to the side. The first touch of Louis' hands on his breasts make Harry grasp, and Louis uses this opportunity to shove his tongue into Harry’s mouth kissing him passionately.
Louis gently cups the flesh of Harry’s swollen pecs before running his fingers over his erect nipples. His touch light as a feather. After a few minutes of excruciatingly soft, barely-there traces, Louis takes pity on the squirming omega beneath him and starts carefully kneading his breasts. After a while, little beads of milk start leaking and Louis doesn’t waste any time to get his mouth around them.
“Louis,” Harry moans while bucking his hips up against Louis’ strong thigh between his legs.
***
“Louis I just want her out already. She's been in there long enough,” Harry whines as they get ready for bed. They are both brushing their teeth, Harry sitting on the closed toilet lid with Louis standing next to him running his fingers through his boyfriend’s tangled curls.
“You gotta give her time, love. She'll come out once she's ready to meet us.” Louis says patiently for what feels like the hundredth time since Harry's due date passed two days ago.
It's been two days of cuddles and massages for Harry's poor back and feet, but also two days filled with hot passionate sex since Harry wanted to try out the widely spread rumour that orgasms can induce labour. Not that Louis minds, he's more than happy to give his boy all the orgasms he wants, and maybe reducing the time until he can cuddle their daughter close is just an added bonus.
They settle into bed next to each other once they finished their bathroom routine.
Louis pulls Harry into his side, the huge bump resting on his own belly. And Louis loves lying down like this because he's able to feel the weight of their daughter on top of him while helping his omega bear said weight.
“Do you want to have sex again or are you too tired, baby?” Louis inquires hesitantly. He knows today's been extra hard on Harry since they had to go to an appointment with their doctor talking about when they would medically induce labour if it doesn't happen on its own in the next few days. Harry doesn't want that, wishing to deliver their child as naturally as possible so now he's stressing himself out.
Harry nuzzles his head into the crook of Louis’ neck taking in a nose full of the smell he loves most in the world. He really wants to get this baby out as soon as possible, but he also knows that he won't be able to find a comfortable position to have sex in since his whole body is aching already. He hopes that a good night’s sleep will give his body some much-needed rest. “Too exhausted tonight. Can we try tomorrow morning?”
“Of course, my angel,” Louis whispers and kisses his baby good night. Harry hums contently.
***
Harry wakes up for the fourth time this night – so much for a good night’s sleep – to gentle hands caressing his face and someone calling his name. He slowly blinks his eyes open to find that the lamp on their bedside table is on shining its light dimly on the alpha who's leaning over him.
The next thing he notices is that the comforter is pushed to the end of the bed and he's slightly shivering. He's shivering because he's lying in a wet spot! How did that happen? Did he piss himself? But he's been to the loo three times already since they went to bed, the last time wasn’t that long ago. He feels mortified. How didn't he notice this? And why is Louis so calm about this? If he would wake up in a puddle of Louis’ piss he definitely would not be this calm.
“Oh my god, Louis, I’m so sorry… I don’t know how this happened. I usually wake up when I have to go to the loo,” Harry starts rambling, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment.
“Baby, relax. I think your water broke,” Louis tries to soothe his distressed boyfriend.
Harry’s eyes go ridiculously wide. Of course the one night he isn’t actively trying to get the birth started it happens anyways.
“Well, fuck. What now?” Harry’s heart is racing. Their little girl is ready to come out to meet them and he has forgotten what he was supposed to do in case this exact scenario happens. Thankfully he’s not alone in this, and Louis seems to have it all under control. “Why aren’t you freaked out, Lou? How can you be so calm when…”.
Harry abruptly cuts off as a sharp pain shoots through his abdomen. He has never felt anything this painful before in all his life, but he tries to breathe through it. Louis is by his side, immediately, letting him squeeze his hand.”
“That’s it, baby,” Louis announces as the pain in Harry’s belly subsides. “You’re doing great.”
“Lou, what are we supposed to do next? I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember this?”
“That’s alright, baby. You don’t have to remember everything, I’m right here with you. First of all, we’ll take a shower and get into some clean clothes. We’ve already packed your hospital bag, so after that, we’ll just have to wait till your contractions come a bit more frequently and then I’m going to drive you to the hospital and we’re having a baby, love.”
It’s just getting light outside when Louis finally deems Harry’s contractions close enough together to head to the hospital. He grabs the duffle bag they packed weeks ago and repacked three times since then. Harry lets himself be led to the car and accepts Louis’ help getting him inside the car without complaint. He is in pain and he needs all of the support he can get from his alpha.
On the way to the hospital, they call their mums letting them know what is going on. Both of them promise to come to the hospital as soon as they can and to inform the rest of their families.
The drive to the hospital is short and the check-in is fast and easy since they’ve visited the maternity ward a month ago and made arrangements for Harry to get a single room.
Harry gets hooked up to a machine that monitors his contraction and soon they are alone again waiting for the doctor to come and check on Harry’s dilation.
“Mr Styles, Mr Tomlinson,” Dr Williams greets them walking in. “How are you today, Harry?”
Just as Harry opens his mouth to answer, another contraction hits and he lets out a loud grunt. Dr Williams walks over to the machine and takes a look at the monitored activity.
“Everything appears to be alright. Let’s check for dilation then, shall we?”
The doctor determines that Harry is about 6 cm dilated. He tells them that he will be by later to check on them again. Then they are waiting again.
***
“Congratulations, Mr Styles, you’re fully dilated. Let’s get this going then. Now would be the time to decide who you want to be with you during the delivery.”
Both Anne and Jay have been by his side on and off for the past several hours to keep him company. They excused themselves not long ago to go and get some coffee. They’ve been such a big support during his whole pregnancy, Harry really wants them to be there for this.
“Can I have our mum’s with us?” Harry asks.
***
The birth takes longer than Harry could have ever imagined. He feels like he’s been pushing for days rather than hours and he’s bone tired. He doesn’t think that he would have made it this far without the amazing support system he has with him. He’s holding onto Louis’ and Jay’s hands with a death grip while his mum is standing behind him carding gentle fingers through his sweaty curls and whispering words of encouragement.
“We’re nearly there, Harry. I just need you to give me a big push when the next contraction hits and I think the head will be out. Then we only need a few smaller pushes to get the shoulders out and you’re done,” the doctor instructs and Harry feels the renewed energy at the prospect of reaching the finishing line.
Sure enough, the searing pain in his middle comes back only seconds later and he gives all he’s got, pushing like his life depends on it.
The head is out.
A few pushes later the shoulders follow and suddenly the doctor is holding up their little baby girl. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs and Harry has never heard a more beautiful sound.
“Congratulations on your baby girl,” a nurse wraps the baby into a blanket and places her on Harry’s chest. He can’t hold back the tears that are streaming down his face, but when he looks over to Louis’ the alpha is crying as well.
“She’s so perfect, Haz,” Louis whispers in awe, his finger carefully stroking their little one’s cheek. “Just like you. You did so amazingly. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
They spend a few magical moments with their new-born daughter before she is being taken away (under great protest of Harry who can’t fathom being separated from her after spending nine months connected to her) for testing and cleaning.
She’s brought back to them after she passes all her tests with flying colours. The nurse hands her over again and asks, “Does she have a name?”
Harry and Louis throw each other a glance before Harry nods and announces, “Her name is Fleur Elisabeth Tomlinson.”
The nurse writes the name down smiling at them. One after the other everyone leaves the room to give them some time alone as a family (their mum’s only after gushing about how gorgeous Fleur is and promising to come back soon).
Louis climbs into bed next to his two babies and pulls them into his arms. They lie there for a while just admiring their little human and basking in the love that is all around and in them.
“I’m really glad you went into heat that day. Being with you made my life so much better. I didn’t know what I was missing until I finally had you. I love you so much.”
“I have loved so ever since I met you and I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. You are the love of my life and you gave me everything I’ve ever wanted: a family with you. Thank you, Lou.”
They kiss with their daughter sleeping soundly between them. Life couldn’t be more perfect.