Cold Little Heart || L.S

Chapter 20: New Moon

**WARNINGS: throw up mention, violence (not high detail), threatening (in detail), talks about abuse (not high detail)**

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"Abraham really liked his gifts." Louis smiled, stirring his tea. He sighed, "You did not have to buy him a gift –but thank you."

"And you did not need to buy gifts for Zayn, Liam nor Isaac –but you have." Harry picked up his mug. "Abraham loves puzzles." He finished off his own tea.

Louis giggled, "I think he will be happy with the fifteen new puzzle boxes." He closed his eyes, laying his head on his hand. "I feel so happy with life lately."

Harry grabbed his face, "I can tell."

Louis' lashes fluttered open, he smiled, "I've bought you a gift."

"You did not need to –I do not celebrate this holiday."

"I know, I know." Louis kissed Harry's hand before standing, "Stay and I will be right back." He ran to the room, coming back with a small black box. Louis sat down, holding out the box with both hands. "Here you go."

Harry took it slowly; he poked the small red bow at the top. "What is it?

Louis picked up his cup, cradling it, "you must open it to find out."

Harry looked down, glancing at Louis, then back down. He opened the lid, blinking at the ring. "A ring?"

Louis smiled, touching his necklace. "It is pure silver." He bit his lip, "when we first met –you bought the silver necklace. –After you told me the story about wearing what is supposed to be your weakness," He smiled into his cup, "I wanted to buy you a different ring, also made of silver."

Harry kneeled on the ground, laying his head in Louis' lap, breathing. Louis put his cup down, laying his head on top Harry's. "I love you," Harry whispered, "more than anyone in this world."

Louis kissed his alpha's head, "as do I." He rubbed the back of Harry's neck, "I am glad you like it."

Harry kissed Louis' thigh, "I love it –I love it very much." He closed his eyes, clutching the box tight, "you are so good to me, omega."

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"Abraham, please relax." Louis sighed, cuddling the crying child with his security blanket. "It is three in the morning." He bounced the boy in the cold December air.

He'd been outside for thirty minutes and it was freezing, the type of cold and sent pins and needles up your spine. Louis was outside, with no shoes –in a robe, but Harry took him outside when he was crying so he thought it might help Abraham too. He'd woken up just before Abraham had even started crying –the boy had been squirming and whining when Louis approached him. He took him outside so that he wouldn't wake up anyone.

They had spent the day packing up things –again. Louis was exhausted from fire –he hadn't realized that the bond would suck the strength out of him. Harry explained that courting rituals were a week long for a reason; you needed time to unwind, and be pampered by your alpha. Louis was still happy as a clam about it though. Exhausted or not.

Abraham had immediately noticed a change in his smell. The boy would not stop sniffing him. He also noticed that Louis' bite was back and was very upset about it –thinking that Louis would have to go back to the doctor again. He explained that this bite was new, it was from Harry –Abraham had sat back and smiled for at least five minutes.

Then he saw bruises –and bites –and hickies –that didn't end so well. Harry had gotten a 'stern' talking to for ten minutes out of every hour in the day. 'No hitting mama –no biting mama' and Louis' favorite; 'don't know what hickie is –but no hickie either'.