Pint-Size, Kitten and Princess (Alpha!Styles Triplets) (Omega!Louis) (mpreg)

Chapter Forty-Two

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(Niall – 13 weeks pregnant

Louis – pregnant)

"Harry, button up your shirt," Louis growled in the hospital reception a week later, his arms folded across his chest and turned away from his Mate.

Harry sighed, not helping the little chuckle which escaped his lips, buttoning up his shirt till it was just the top button undone. He wrapped an arm around Louis' shoulders, pulling him close. Louis took that as his chance to bite the side of Harry's throat, glaring warningly at the girl who was sitting on the other side of the waiting room, who had been giving Harry sultry looks since she came in.

Harry gasped at the sharp pinch of teeth. "Lou, kitten, I'm yours," he promised.

"I know, just want to make sure everyone knows." The Omega gave the girl a proud smirk, watching with a glint in his eye as the girl turned her head, her cheeks flushed.

"What happened? Why don't I get love bites?" Edward asked, wiping his wet hands on his jeans as he'd just been to the bathroom.

"Just proving that there's a reason I have this ring on my finger," Louis smirked. He raised a hand to Edward's cheek, brushing his thumb over the bruise that was still on his jaw from the little incident last week. Edward sighed and turned his head to press his lips to Louis' palm.

"Is pint-size jealous?" Edward chuckled.

Louis scoffed, but he couldn't help but give the little slut across the room another glare. He knew he shouldn't be judging her, but she was practically drooling over his man. Bring it on, bitch.

"Good, I got here on time."

The three looked up to watch their last puzzle piece coming over to them, taking off his white coat as he walked, folding it up. Louis stood to give his third Mate a sweet peck on the cheek, taking the coat and folding it properly.

"Just in time," Louis scolded playfully, hearing a nurse call his name.

The four followed the nurse through the white corridors to the maternity ward, where they were told to wait in the plastic chairs which numb your backside until the doctor called them in.

There were only two chairs, so Louis was dragged onto Marcel's lap. Harry didn't particularly want to sit on Edward's lap so he chose to stand.

It wasn't long before the Beta opened the door to his office and poked his head out.

"Louis, nice to see you again," Zayn smiled. He ushered them into the room, closing the door behind them and taking his seat behind the desk, the triplets pulling up extra chairs so they would have somewhere to sit. "I've met Marcel, but I haven't met the other two Styles brothers yet. Zayn Malik," he smiled, offering his hand for a shake.

Edward and Harry both introduced themselves.

"So, there seems to have been a slight development since I last saw you," Zayn prompted.

"All the pregnancy tests say I'm positive," Louis whispered.

"Okay, well if you just pop up on the table, we'll see if the pregnancy tests are telling the truth." He pointed towards the corner of the room.

Louis walked over to the table and was helped up onto it by Marcel, Edward lifting his shirt. Zayn smiled knowingly, standing beside Louis: there was an obvious well-defined bump. But, he squirted the jelly onto the Omega's belly anyway and picked up the ultrasound wand, spreading the jelly around with it.

"You're definitely pregnant, about five weeks," Zayn explained. "Congratulations." He handed Harry over the paper towels to clean his Mate's belly.

Louis couldn't help but squeal in joy, even though he knew he was pregnant already he liked to have confirmation.

Zayn quietly slipped Marcel a couple of sonogram pictures, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click, letting the Mates have a little moment together. Also, he was a bit worried about how fast the sweet, innocent kisses would escalate into something much more intimate, especially if the big Alpha paws roving across the Omega's body was anything to go by.