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Humming contently to himself, Harry mixed the peach filling in a bowl with brown sugar, lemon juice, cornstarch and every other spice the recipe in his French cookbook called for.With the twins at preschool and having just gotten Noah down for his afternoon nap, Harry was left alone with just his thoughts. Which, based on where they kept wandering, probably wasn’t the best idea. He didn’t know why he was working himself up so much today. Maybe it was because he’d been waiting for this specific weekend for a full two weeks, or perhaps it had something to do with the filth Louis whispered in his ear about what he had in store for him this morning before Theo and Ivy nearly tackled him to the floor. Or maybe, god forbid, his heat had come early this month. As he fetched the dough from the refrigerator and rolled it out across the sheet, his face warmed as he thought about Louis coming home early and walking in on him like this. Seeing Harry with his frilly yellow apron over his flimsy cotton jumper, already completed all the house chores and prepared everything for Louis’ parents like the dutiful little wife he was. He remembered the times Louis’ called him that vividly, in familiar hushed reverence, the words pressed to his neck and scratchy from Louis’ beard. He imagined the warm weight of his body pressed against him, the strong heady musk of him turning Harry’s legs goo. How all Louis would have to do was slide his strong hands around his hips and Harry would be bending over for it, pliant and easy. He wondered if Louis would be impatient, too pent up from a long day at work to do anything but pull his shorts to the side to get them out of the way, or if he’d tease, trailing kisses down his shoulders as he worked the spaghetti straps down the length of his body. Heat pooled in Harry’s tummy that wasn’t just from the preheating oven, bottom lip chewed raw between his teeth as he spooned the filling into the pie pastry. He let his mind wander to tonight . His in-laws would be coming over to take the kids for the weekend, hence the baking, and Louis made dinner reservations for a restaurant Harry wasn’t allowed to know the name of yet. All he told him was to dress fancy, but Harry would’ve done that anyways. He’d been looking for an excuse to get all dolled up for weeks . He thought about the dress he had hung up in his closet; the silk white one that fell just mid thigh, and the lacy bra and panties set that he had bought specifically for this event. If Louis could have his secrets, then so could he. Folding the pastry over the peaches, Harry pictured wine stained kisses and laughter, flirting over candlelight as if they were on their first date again, and then heavy pants when Louis finally laid him out over their bed, where he could taste the grape on his tongue. Forgotten would be the rushed quickies in between naps and lunch breaks, hurriedly working to get each other off before one of their kids inevitably cried for them or came banging down their door. Harry would finally be getting a proper knot . The thought made his own cock fill and his cunt ache. He would be able to be as loud as he wanted, let Louis take his time spreading him out and licking him open to get him ready for it– not that he needed it– before he inevitably got impatient and begged him to get on with it. He wondered if Louis would tease his cock along his slippery folds for a few agonizing moments before giving him what they both needed, or if he’d be just as desperate for it as Harry was, ramming it in all in one thrust. Harry didn’t know which sounded more appealing. He could almost feel himself being speared open by the girth of his knot like a phantom limb, Louis’ face pushed in between his chest as he rode him into the mattress, his skilled mouth latched onto his sensitive nipples. His breasts have been so swollen and leaky from breastfeeding their baby that he’d probably come just from that. He had before. He imagined Louis pinning him against the shower wall and plowing into him from behind, he imagined falling asleep with Louis still inside of him so all he had to do was lift one of his thighs and wake him up by fucking into him. He imagined being held up against the wall and being railed so hard that it rattled all of their family pictures, he imagined cooking breakfast for them in nothing but one of Louis’ work shirts and being bent over the counter, or eaten out over the table for dessert. Truthfully, he wasn’t planning on willingly letting Louis pull out at all over the next 48 hours. He’d missed being pregnant ever since Noah was born, and there was no doubt in his mind that after this weekend he would be full of Louis’ pups for a third time, because he knew Louis missed seeing him waddle around their house barefoot and swollen with him just as much. He wasn’t going to let a drop go to waste.He jumped at the sound of his phone ringing on the counter, efficiently snapped out of his trance. He shook his head at himself as he hurriedly walked over to it, giggling when he read ‘Mr.’ written across the caller ID. The dough on his fingers made answering a struggle, but after a few tries the line connected. “I was just thinking about you.” He said, too innocently for the actual contents of said thoughts, as he pulled out two oven mitts from the drawer. (The potholder had the words ‘it’s not gonna cook itself ,’ on it (the only reason he let Louis throw it in their cart is because it matched his apron) and the mitt had a drawing of an angry cat and said ‘made from scratch !’)“Uh oh. I’m not in trouble, am I?” Harry could hear the rhythmic click of blinkers and the rumble of the road through the phone, and he tried not to ruin his panties any further by thinking about how hot Louis always looked driving. He really needed to get fucked. “Far from it.” He snorted quietly to himself, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he placed the dish in the oven. “Did you need something?”“Mm. Well I can think of a few things,” he started, and Harry nearly tripped over his feet at the implication in his tone. “But to start? I think I left my wallet inside. Was hoping you could run it down to me real quick so I can get back.”“Oh. Yeah, of course.” Harry discarded the mitts and washed his hands. He couldn’t help the pout on his lips. Louis had gotten his hopes up for phone sex. “Is it just upstairs?” “Yup. You’re the best.”“I know ,” Harry singsonged, blushing at the praise as he dried off his hands and shed his apron. He smacked a loud kiss into the speaker and hung up to rush upstairs. It was while he was looking through their bedside drawers and the strap of his jumper fell down his shoulder that Harry got the idea. Louis had teased him so blatantly that morning and left him all alone with nothing to do about it while he got to be all unbothered and distracted at work. It was only fair that Harry got some payback.His heart raced in anticipation when he finally spotted the familiar brown leather, a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips as he shoved it into his pocket. He made a pit stop to check on Noah in his crib and got momentarily distracted by how sweet and perfect his baby looked sleeping. He thumbed softly at his chubby cheek, watching him sigh in content, like he could sense his mum’s presence. And if that thought wasn’t enough to bring tears to Harry’s eyes, the loud honk in the driveway made him roll them. Though the giddiness finds him again on his journey back downstairs. Seeing how handsome Louis looked in his work suit as he watched him walk down the patio through the windshield, like a predator stalking its prey, only spurred him on. Standing in the driveway under the warm spray of the sun, Harry bit his lip and peered around the yard quickly. After he spotted no unwanted eyes, he brought his hands to the straps of his jumper and pulled it down just enough to let his breasts out, unable to contain the shy smile that pulled at his lips. He did a little dance and subtly pushed them together, and it took him a moment too long to register the movement of Louis’ hands. He looked frantic, shaking his head and making X’s and signaling for him to stop. Harry’s eyes widened and he pulled the straps back up quickly, and two things happened in a very quick succession. One, Harry realized that the sun was glaring over the car, blocking Louis’ stepdad who was sitting in the passenger seat, and two, his stomach sank as he screamed. There was no time for Harry to think before he threw the wallet on the hood of the car and ran back inside, slamming the door shut behind him. Fuck. Fuck . “Fuck!” He yelled, then clamped a hand over his mouth, remembering his sleeping pup upstairs.He took a minute with his back pressed against the door to process what just happened. He watched it play back over and over again in his head like a movie. A humiliating, sick horror movie in which he was the unlucky protagonist. He’d never been so mortified in his entire life. He couldn’t believe he didn’t just flash his tits at Louis, but also his dad , his father in law . Why would Louis’ dad even be in the car with him on his way home from work? They were supposed to come over at five to pick up their grandchildren, fawn over the pie Harry made for them and leave them to fuck like rabbits and that was it . They would ride off into the sunset with their perception of Harry as an innocent angel and the perfect influence on Louis still perfectly intact. God, now they were going to think he was a whore. A shameless harlot that wiggles his bare tits at his husband in broad daylight for just anyone to see. He would never be able to face them again. A giggle escaped Harry’s lips before he could stop it, even though nothing was funny, and it wasn’t long before his shoulders were shaking with uncontrollable laughter. He was so fucking fucked. His laughter dissolved into self deprecating sobs as he dragged his feet back into the kitchen to get his phone, muscles weak with dread. He texted Louis.
I’m divorcing you.
He leaned over the counter with his head in his hands until his phone vibrated.
If any more of that is included in the separation process, do whatever you want.
He giggled despite himself, then groaned.
Knothead :( this is NOT a joking matter!!!
He bit his lip, then added, Does your dad hate me now?He huffed and pulled the oven open to check on the dessert. The last thing he was going to do was burn his only chance at redemption. Louis’ next message made his stomach churn.
Don’t pout baby. At least it’ll be a good story to tell at Christmas.
That’s not comforting at all btw.
Didn’t think you’d want me to say that’s probably the most action he’s gotten in a while.
Harry’s face scrunched up as he flushed all the way down to his chest.
You thought right!! You’re gross :(
I’m not the one who flashed him. See you at home sweetheart ❤️
Harry wanted to scream.
Upon opening the door, Harry let Theo and Ivy barrel past him, straight for the car parked in the driveway beside Louis’. He and Louis shouted “be careful” at the same time, and then his hands were finding Harry’s waist and Harry’s were clutching his suit jacket for dear life. He’d been anxiously playing out what this interaction was going to look like since that afternoon, and now he was thinking the worst.“Do they hate me?” The question was muffled by Louis’ lips as they latched onto his own. “They adore you.” He answered easily, still pecking insistently. Harry pouted and shoved his face into Louis’ neck to breathe in his scent. He hated how it calmed him instantly. “That was before I traumatized your father.” He mumbled.“It was hardly traumatizing, baby. I’ve been half hard ever since.” Louis scoffed, his hand trailing down to squeeze Harry’s arse roughly. Harry gasped when he felt Louis’ bulge pressed against his front. “If I didn’t have a knotblock in the car, I would’ve–”“Harry, my love!” Harry blushed and pushed him away after catching Johannah’s eyes over his shoulder. “Hi.” He breathed out. He was pleasantly surprised to be engulfed into a tight, warm mum hug. It wasn’t like he was expecting her to want to fist fight, but he anticipated some tension at least. “You look lovely.”“Well, I have to, what with pretty omegas like you trying to steal my husband and all.” Her tone was light in his ear. Harry’s stomach dropped. When Jay pulled away, she was looking at him with a knowing glint in her eye. “Oh, I wasn’t–” he looked at Louis with a frown. She burst out laughing and grasped his shoulder tightly. “Relax! I’m only joking, darling. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Harry almost sunk into the floor in relief, stepping aside to let everyone in with flaming cheeks. Theo was practically hanging off Johannah’s legs, while Ivy was scooped into Louis’ arms for kisses. It was the cutest sight, but it meant that Louis wouldn’t be there to protect him from the awkwardness of his inevitable face to face with his dad. “Harry.” Dan smiled fondly, if not a little reserved, as he went in for a hug. “Nice to see you fully clothed.” “Oh.” Harry said awkwardly, air kissing his cheeks on autopilot. He wanted to die. “Um. I’m really sorry. I was just– I mean, I didn’t even see you. Obviously. And I don’t usually like. Do that. It’s just–”“It was a very silent ride back, I’ll tell you that.” He rubbed Harry’s arm in an attempt at comfort. “Oh, bugger off, Dan!” Anne called from the foyer. “We’ve seen worse.”Dan huffed as he stepped inside, and Harry smiled through his embarrassment, closing the front door behind them. The same front door that Harry had taken five steps out of and bared his breasts for the world to see just a few hours ago. “Dealing with teenage Louis? We’ve seen much worse.” He agreed. “Well…” Louis interjected weakly. Ivy was dangling off him now, her head nearly touching the tile in a way that made Harry nervous. “Don’t remind me. Remember that time with the blonde–”“Mum!”Harry raised his eyebrows at Louis. He shrugged helplessly as they followed everyone into the kitchen, Ivy thrown over his shoulder kicking at the air. They were definitely going to talk about that later. Harry was dying to know what exactly happened with this blonde. “There’s my baby!” Johannah squealed at Noah, who looked equally excited to see her. He nearly lunged himself out of his play seat, chubby little arms making grabby hands for the omega. She picked him up and popped him on her hip. “Look at how big you’ve gotten!”“You’re nearly taller than your dad now, lad.” Dan teased, tickling Noah’s pudgy hip. “Funny.” Louis deadpanned as he ruffled Noah’s nonexistent hair. “Didn’t know you married a comedian, mum.”“Mommy, I want to show Nana your pretty pie!” Ivy shouted, bouncing on her tip-toes now that Louis set her down. “Yes, mommy, where’s the pretty pie? You made pie?” Louis’ eyebrows raised, his hands clasped behind his back expectantly.“Oh, right, yes. I made pie!” Thankful to have the change in topic, Harry walked over to the fridge. He took the pie out and placed it on the stand in the center of the island proudly. “Well, it’s a peach galette, but it’s like the same thing.”“Harry, you shouldn’t have.” Dan cooed, even as he eagerly accepted the forks Theo was passing around. Harry kissed his head in appreciation. “Oh, Harry, this looks magical. What did my son do to deserve you?” Johannah gushed and pinched his cheek softly. Harry preened.“I ask myself the same thing.” Louis said. Harry giggled as he watched them all dig in, seating himself at the island’s bench and immediately getting a lap full of Theo and Ivy. They’ve been waiting to dig into the pie ever since Harry told them about it on their way home from school, and you’re not technically supposed to eat it cold, but Harry supposes the flavors are all still the same. His baking skills prevail no matter the temperature, thank you.“God, this is amazing.” Jay pointed to the dish with a fork. “You should flash my husband more often.”And he was back to wanting the ground to swallow him. “Mum, please stop terrorizing my spouse.” Louis said through a mouthful of peaches. He looked back at Harry. “I, for one, enjoyed the show. And I think I was the intended audience.”Harry blushed, sputtering where he was feeding Theo and Ivy alternating bites of the dessert. Louis’ gaze was equal parts heated and amused; inappropriate for the current circumstances. He was clearly enjoying Harry having the piss taken out of from his parents instead of him for once. “I don’t even know how that happened. I thought you were at work?” “They wanted to go out on a little alpha lunch date. Louis’ treat, isn’t he darling?” Jay rolled her eyes, bouncing Noah.“But I left my wallet here and Dan wanted to take a ride in something other than Nana’s minivan.” Louis finished, scrunching his face at Ivy and Theo, who giggled and booped his nose.“Hey, I also wanted to surprise my son in law and newest grandchild.” Dan defended. “And Harry ended up surprising me.”“What surprise?” Ivy piped in.”I wanna see the surprise!” Theo exclaimed.”No!” The four adults said in unison. “There’s no surprise.” Harry said, petting Theo’s hair.”Your surprise is this delicious pastry Mum made us.” Louis told them with a teasing smile.Theo and Ivy shared a glance at each other that Harry suspected was some kind of twin telepathy.”We love this surprise, mommy.” Ivy concluded, to which Theo nodded and hummed in agreement. Harry cooed and kissed both of their cheeks.Dan smiled. ”I reckon we’ve all had enough surprises for one day.” Harry’s blush must’ve been as apparent as it felt because then Jay added, “H, it’s fine, really. We’ve all been there.” She patted his hand on the table comfortingly. “Keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?”Her alpha frowned. “Does it? When’s the last time you’ve done something like that for me?” “Please. Keep up your complaining and you’ll be lucky to see my bare shoulders tonight.”Harry’s eyebrows raised. It was like looking into he and Louis’ future.He was suddenly glad he did that, actually. “As riveting and non-nauseating as this conversation is,” Louis interrupted with a tight smile and a pointed glance at his watch. “It’s almost time for us to head out.”Jay sighed as Harry set the kids down and began shoveling the leftovers of the galette into a Tupperware, trying his best to contain his giddy grin. Mortifying series of events aside, he couldn’t wait for tonight. “Fine, fine, kick us out.” Johannah said in faux solemn, but she looked ready to sprint off with Noah anyway. “Theo, Ivy, why don’t you guys be mommy’s big strong helpers and go get your bags from the stairs, hm?” Harry said quietly to the twins. Their nods were eager as if he’d just gone and asked them to save the world, and they both rushed to complete the task. Harry missed them already. Once they stocked the car full of leftovers and overnight bags and Harry kissed their kids goodbye ten times each, they were ready to go. “Thank you both so much.” Harry repeated from where he and Louis were standing by the car.“If you made Jay wait any longer to see them, she would’ve kidnapped them.” Dan joked. Jay shrugged in shameless agreement. “Well.” “Love you, mum.” Louis kissed her cheek. “Take care of our brood, yeah? Don’t spoil them too much or they’ll get used to it.”“I couldn’t spoil them any more than you do.” She batted him away.“Love you.” Harry mirrored Louis’ gesture, waving at the alpha from the driver's seat. “You too, Dan. Sorry again.”“Anytime, H.” He deadpanned.”Well. Let’s not get too comfortable.” Louis’ eyebrows met in the middle as his hand slid around Harry’s waist protectively.Harry snorted at the idea of Louis being jealous of his stepdad. “Bye mummy! Bye daddy!” The twins yelled, and shortly after Noah’s babble followed from his car seat. “Bye, my babies!” Harry yelled back, heart squeezing in his chest. “Be good!” “Give them trouble!” Louis called, earning a playful whack from Harry.“We love you both. Make me lots more grand babies.” “Mum…” It was Louis’ turn to blush. “Louis, you forget I was young once. I know what a weekend at grandmas means.” She chided, smoothing out his work suit and ignoring his groan of pain. “Off you go.”They watched the car peel away from the driveway, waving them away until it was out of sight. Harry's smile turned shy when he looked back at Louis, who was already staring at him knowingly, hands stuffed in his pockets. A beat passed before Harry hit his bicep playfully, and turned and ran toward the open front door with Louis’ footsteps following quickly behind him.