Harry sighed and went to the outlet and pulled the cord from it.

Louis frowned and turned around, jumping when he saw Harry. "Oh, hi. Did you unplug that?" Louis asked.

"Yeah..I..I um. I don't want you cleaning anymore, Lou," Harry said softly.

Louis frowned. "But, why?" He asked.

Harry sighed and walked over to the shorter lad. He put his large hands on Louis' hips and pulled him closer until Louis' belly was pushing on Harry's. "Because I don't want you or the baby getting hurt," he said slowly.

Louis rolled his eyes playfully. "Harry, I'm cleaning. I'm not going to get hurt. And if the house isn't clean when the baby comes then I won't bring him home," Louis stated.

Harry looked at Louis with raised eyebrows. "You've been cleaning for I don't know how many days, Lou. The house is going to be clean when he's home." Harry assured.

"Just...let me finish," Louis said and pecked Harry's lips. "How about, I'll stop for a while to eat. If you make me breakfast," he smirked.

Harry chuckled and pecked Louis' lips again. "Ok, Lou," he agreed then turned and went downstairs and started to cook Louis a breakfast.

Louis plugged the vacuum back in and proceeded to vacuum the baby's room along with the entire upstairs.

Harry sat Louis' plate of pancakes on the counter and jogged upstairs. He snuck up behind Louis and wrapped his arms around his waist, below his belly and kissed behind his ear.

Louis shivered and giggled. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," Harry whispered and kissed his cheek then rested his chin on Louis' shoulder. "Breakfast is ready," he announced.

"Pancakes?" Louis asked hopefully.

"Pancakes," Harry confirmed. "Now, c'mon," he demanded and turned off the vacuum and took Louis' hand.

Harry very carefully walked down the stairs, holding both of Louis' hands to make sure he didn't fall. Harry grinned proudly when they reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Harry, baby, I love you, but I am more than capable of walking down the stairs," Louis said and patted Harry's cheek then went into the kitchen. The short, pregnant boy struggled to get up on the stool and when Harry noticed, went over and helped him up with a smirk.  

He went to the other side of the island and said nothing but just smirked.

Louis glanced up and sighed. "Hey! This stool is high and I'm short and fat!" He defended.

Harry chuckled lightly. "I didn't say anything. And for the record," Harry went over to Louis and put a piece of pancake on Louis' fork and put it in Louis’ mouth. "You aren't fat," Harry finished and kissed Louis' cheek then handed him his fork back.

"What strange drink sounds good this morning?" Harry asked, opening the fridge.

"Just orange juice," Louis said and took another bite.

Harry furrowed his brows. "Are you feeling ok? You never just want orange juice," he pointed out.

Louis shrugged. "I feel fine. I just want orange juice," he said.

Harry said nothing as he poured Louis a glass of orange juice then sat it next to his plate and kissed his forehead.

After Louis had ate, Harry quickly took his dishes and cleaned them up before Louis had the chance.

Harry went up behind Louis again and whispered in his ear. "Now, why don't you come take a shower with me?" Harry whispered huskily, hoping it would be enough for Louis to give up the cleaning.

Louis shuddered at Harry's voice and shook his head. "Nice try, Styles. But I've got to clean," he said and turned to peck Harry's cheek.

Harry sighed in defeat. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. Will you please sit on the couch and watch tv for ten minutes? Please?" Harry begged, making his eyes big.

Louis sighed. "Fine," he huffed and tried to storm to the living room which only added to his waddle.

Harry giggled softly at his boyfriend and followed him. "Thank you," he whispered and kissed him deeply then went to take his shower.

As Louis was watching tv, he noticed the screen was dusty. He got up from the couch with a little struggle and waddled to the kitchen.

Louis got a wet cloth and went back to the living room and proceeded to wipe off the tv.

When the tv was dust-free, Louis saw the wooden coffee table was dust so he wiped that off too, along with the end tables.

When he went into the kitchen, he could help but see every little spot on the kitchen floor.

Louis chewed his lip in thought. 'Do I wait for Harry, like he asked? Or start now so I can get it done faster?' He thought to himself and decided to go with the latter.

Louis got out the mop and bucket and filled it with as much water as he could carry and then started mopping the floor.

Halfway through, Harry went downstairs and frowned when he saw Louis. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

Louis froze and turned slowly. "Harry, the kitchen floor was a mess. I had to do something about it!" He exclaimed.

Harry sighed. "Just please, please, be careful," he begged.

Louis smiled. "Always am. Love you," he said and went back to mopping.

Harry groaned at his stubborn lover and went back upstairs and got the vacuum and brought it down and started vacuuming the living room. "Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Harry muttered to himself.

Louis finished mopping and put his stuff away. He went into the living room where Harry was vacuuming and smiled. "Turning into Mr. Mum," he teased.

Harry turned and smiled. "Just thought I'd help you out," he said and turned off the vacuum.

Harry walked over to Louis with a seductive look on his face and pulled him against his body. "Lets go up to bed," he whispered, his face inches from Louis'.

"Why?" Louis shot back.

Harry smirked. "You know why," he whispered and pressed his lips to Louis'. As they kissed, Harry gently walked Louis back until his back was against the wall.

When Harry started to undress him, Louis realized what Harry was doing and pulled away and pushed Harry back. "You're just doing this to distract me so I don't clean!" He exclaimed in realization.

Harry sighed, realizing he had been caught. "Lou, I just don't want you hurt," he said softly.

"Have some trust in me, Harry! I'm not going to get hurt!" Louis exclaimed and walked toward the vacuum. From where Harry vacuumed just a moment ago, the corner of the rug had folded up.

The pregnant lad unfortunately didn't notice and his foot got caught and he stumbled forward.

Harry gasped and rushed to Louis' side. "What did I tell you!?" He exclaimed. "What if you hadn't caught yourself?! Huh? Then what!? You would have fallen and probably hurt the baby or yourself! You're lucky, Louis!" Harry said angrily and turned around to continue to his rant, to scared by Louis' almost fall to even want to look at him.

"Harry," Louis said softly, his face contorted in pain.

"That's not even the worst of it!" Harry continued. "You didn't listen to me either and look what happened! Do you realize how bad this could have turned out!?" Harry yelled.

"Harry," Louis whimpered a little louder.

"I mean, I get it! I get it, Lou. I really, really, do, but t when you're putting our baby's life on the line,"

"HARRY!" Louis screeched.

Harry stopped his rant immediately and turned to look at Louis who had a wet spot between his legs and a puddle around his feet. Louis' face looked panicky and his hands were on either side of his belly.

Harry's eyes widened in realization and he rushed to Louis' side. "Ok. Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm really, really, re-"

"Get me to the hospital!" Louis yelled.

"Right," Harry said and put one hand on Louis' lower back and helped him out to the car. "I'm gonna grab your bag. I'll be right back. Ok?"

Louis let out a slow breath and nodded. "Ok. Hurry," he whispered.

Harry nodded and rushed upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed Louis' overnight bag for the hospital then raced downstairs.

The younger lad tossed the bag in the back then climbed in the drivers seat and started driving toward the hospital.

Harry reach over and grabbed Louis' hand and stroked his knuckles. "Deep breaths, baby," he said soothingly and kept repeating that until they were in the hospital and Louis was in a wheelchair

Harry helped Louis change and lay on the bed where he was immediately checked for dilation.

"You are five centimeters dilated," the nurse informed. "Would you like the epidural?" She asked.

Louis bit his lip and looked at Harry.

"Don't ask me baby. I don't know how you're feeling. If you don't want to deal with the pain, then get the epidural. You don't have to suffer if you don't want," Harry said softly and brushed back Louis' hair and kissed his forehead.

Louis smiled softly. "Yes, I want the epidural," he said.

"Alright. I'll get a few nurses in here to give you your epidural. Sound good?" The nurse asked and Louis nodded. She smiled and went out of the room.

Harry reached down and rubbed  Louis' belly softly. "Not much longer Lou! Then we have our little boy!" Harry said happily.

Louis smiled at his boyfriend giddiness and nodded. "I know. Hopefully it's not long," he said softly and leaned back and closed his eyes

*

Louis gasped as he felt the needle go in his back and gripped Harry's shirt.

"Shhh. It's okay," Harry whispered and rubbed Louis' neck softly. "It will be over soon," he promised and kissed his forehead.

The nurse taped the tube feeding the medicine into Louis' back to his back and Harry helped Louis lay down.  

"There.  You should started feeling relief soon," she assured then left the room.

Louis sighed in content and scooted over and pulled Harry into the bed next to him.

Harry smiled softly and put his arm around Louis' shoulders and kissed his temple. "Lou, we're having our baby!" He said excitedly.

Louis smiled and nodded. "We are. Not long now," he whispered and put his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry rubbed Louis' belly over and over. "Hi baby boy," he whispered. "You're gonna be here to meet us soon. I can't wait! I've waited so long," he whispered to Louis' belly and kissed it softly.

Louis smiled warmly. "Have you thought of his middle name?" Louis asked.

"I have, actually," Harry said happily. "Aiden. Derek Aiden," he said.

"Mmm..I love it," he whispered.

"Good," Harry said softly and kissed Louis' cheek.

*five hours later*

"Alright, Mr. Tomlinson, nice big push for me!" Dr. Hale instructed.

Louis took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand.

"You can do it baby. I know you can. C'mon, Derek is waiting to meet us," Harry encouraged and kissed Louis softly.

Louis nodded and hunched forward and pushed hard. After ten seconds, Dr. Hale had him take a break.

Louis collapsed back against the pillows and Harry brushed his hair back. "C'mon baby. Another push," he whispered.

Louis took another deep breath and pushed again.

Harry watched and waited for the baby's head, sighing when nothing happened. "It's ok Lou. It's ok. Just another push. C'mon, baby. You can do it," Harry whispered.

Louis nodded and grabbed Harry's hand. He hunched forward and pushed with all he could.

"There you go Lou! The baby's head is starting to crown. I can see the baby's head!" Dr. Hale announced.

"Really?! I wanna see!" Louis exclaimed.

A nurse bright over a big mirror and positioned it so Louis could see.

Louis gasped and smiled tiredly. "Derek," he whispered.

"Ok, Louis. Lets have another big push!" Dr. Hale instructed and Louis nodded and pushed again, watching the mirror as his son's head pushed out of him. Dr. Hale quickly cleared the baby’s airways.

"Oh my God!" He gasped and tears sprung to his eyes. "Derek!" He whispered and grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed softly. "Look!" He exclaimed and Harry smiled and nodded.

"I know, baby! I know! Another push!" Harry encouraged and rubbed Louis' back and kissed his temple.

Louis hunched forward and pushed. He watched the mirror as his son slipped out of him and into the doctors arms.

Harry grinned as did Louis as Dr. Hale put the baby on Louis' chest and let Louis and Harry cut the cord together.

Tears streamed down both daddy's faces as they started down at their new son. "Hi, Derek! I'm your daddy," Harry whispered and wiped off his own face. "Baby, you're beautiful," Harry whispered.

Louis sniffled and bounced the wailing baby. "Hello, my precious baby," he whispered. "Oh, Hazza, he's here!" Louis said excitedly.

Harry nodded. "I know, Lou. I know," he whispered and kissed Louis' temple.

*two days later*

Harry had been at their house almost more than he had been at the hospital but Louis couldn't figure out why.

Harry pulled into the driveway and helped Louis carried Derek's carrier into the house.

The second Louis stepped in, he gasped. The entire house was spotless and everything was baby proofed although it may not have to be for a while.