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--------- FIVE YEARS LATER ----------
Harry Tomlinson-Styles was in a mood.
It hit him like a ten-pound bowling ball to the guts the minute he woke up that perfectly fine Tuesday morning, sweat dripping down his back and slick running wet between his thighs. Not even Turnstile Dream’s song playing on his phone when he received a text from Louis saying he was on his way could calm things down.
Lexi jumping on the bed certainly didn’t help matters either.
“Papa, Papa! Daddy’s coming!” Lexi cheered as she crash-landed on the pillows next to Harry’s head. His daughter, who looked more and more like Conrad as the days went by, giggled as she curled up next to him, burying her little face in his sweaty chest. “Ewwww! Smelly papa!”
Harry snorted as he wrapped his arms around his daughter, pulling her giggling mess of limbs even closer. “I’m not smelly, you’re smelly.”
“Liar, liar!” she screeched as he held her tight, tickling her enough to make both their eyes fill with tears.
When she was born, they only needed to hold her in their arms to know that she was theirs. Conrad, who was now proudly touring Europe with his newest sculpture exhibition, was more than happy to pop by for big holidays and birthdays with all the presents his arms could carry. He reveled in the privilege of being Lexi’s super cool uncle who also happened to birth her, and Louis and Harry were more than blessed to call Lexi their own.
She knew her uncle “grew” her in his tummy, and as years went by, they’d explain it all better to her.
“Is uncle Lima here yet with your breakfast?” Harry asked as he forced himself out of bed with a groan.
Lexi took advantage of the space, belly-flopping down on Louis’ side of the bed. Embarrassingly, Harry could see the small stain of slick where he was sleeping, but Lexi clearly didn’t notice it, or didn’t care.
“Nope! I ated the cereal.”
“Oh God. Which one?”
A wicked smile slid over her lips for a second before she masked it with a pout, her puppy dog eyes blinking at him with perfect innocence.
Little shit.
“O, nuthin’. A cereal.”
“Did you eat the marshmallow one?” he questioned, giving Lexi the sternest look he could manage. Which, to be honest, wasn’t much.
“Well, I was hungry! But I wanna chase the fishes! Oh, oh! Can I see the fishes Papa? I can, right? Right? Riiiigghhhttt?”
Yep, definitely the marshmallow cereal. That thing was like half sugar.
“Okay, okay – I’m sending you off with uncle Liam to go see Pappy and Baba when he gets here. Otherwise, you’ll tear the house down.”
If Lexi was a terror on a good day, having her hyped on sugar while waiting for her daddy to get home was going to be an absolute nightmare.
“But I wanna see Daddy!” Her cry sent something straight through his body, and he ran a calming hand through her mop of brown hair. Crying children and omegas in heat were messy combos. He wasn’t too deep into his yet, but still...
“I know, baby. I do too, but we’re gonna have lots of time with daddy, I promise.”
“Really?” she pouted. “You promise?”
“Yep. All the time you want.”
Having Louis home would help with the loneliness both Harry and Lexi had felt since Louis went on his world tour’s South American leg.
Turnstile Dream had hit the top of the charts and just kept going and going, rocketing off into the stratosphere. A few months after their whirlwind and weird marriage, the release of their second album only cemented the band into international super-stardom.
That didn’t mean Lexi didn’t miss him when he was gone. Her little sniffles just broke his heart. Harry had been thinking lately about that and he came to the conclusion that she was now old enough to maybe start bringing her on tour. Perhaps not all of it, but at least some. He thought they’d all like that.
Harry got down on one knee in front of his daughter, putting on his most solemn face. It only made her laugh, the sound a little watery and thick.
I’ve controlled boardrooms and made grown men weep at the sight of me, and I’m bested by a four-year-old. At least pretend I’m in charge, munchkin. Please. There’s only so much I can take.
“I wanna see Daddy.”
“Alexandria Tomlinson-Styles, I promise you can see your daddy when he gets here, but don’t you wanna see Pappy and Baba? I know they wanna see you.”
Lexi made that face, which looked exactly like Louis when he tried to figure out if he wanted to fight or give up.
“Can I get Ice cream?”
“Harry sighed. “Yes, you can ge- Lex,- don’t run in the house!” She was already skipping down the hallway, rushing for her bedroom.
“Don’t slam the d-”
BAM!
“-door.”
I’m out of my mind. I’m certifiably insane, but... I like it.
Chuckling, Harry typed a quick text to Louis’ parents to let them know that Lexi would be coming a little earlier than planned. The reply that he got was enough to make him blush.
Jason Tomlinson sure had a way with words.... and emojis.
Cleaning up the bedsheets, Harry thought back to the relationship he formed with Louis’ parents after everything was said and done. It’d been a little complicated at first, trying to show them he was the man Louis said he was, but by the time Lexi came into the picture, it was as if Harry had always been part of their family.
Of course, there were things that they had to handle, most of them relating to what happened after the Styles Industries bloodbath, but there’d been a lot of things to come to terms with once the dust settled, and not all of it was about them.
While the world was absolutely enamored with the story of their whirlwind romance, something else caught the public’s attention.
Something bigger, much, much bigger.
After the very public trial of Osvald Jansen, may he rot in his cheap pine box. Jason and Aldo Tomlinson’s love story had struck a chord in the masses. It had everything the world needed: breathtaking passion, joy, sorrow, and most of all, hope.
The story of an omega caught in a loveless and cruel marriage, meeting their mate by a twist of fate, had captured the entire world’s heart.
Despite the tragedies they’d experienced, from Jason’s eye, to the loss of their oldest son, their story shined like a beacon on the water’s edge in an otherwise cruel world.
So when Jason put his pen to paper and inked one of the most beautiful things Harry had ever read, it wasn’t all that surprising that it ended up a bestseller ten times over.
Because of their new-found celebrity and the money Harry had wrung out of Jansen’s coffers, the Tomlinson’s created the G. Tomlinson Omega Establishment for Youth, a group of homes for any omega who found themselves needing a safe place. With Styles Industries and Tomlinson and Sons teaming up, they’d been able to create enough capital for the foundation to be solvent for years and years to come, even if they continued to expand across the nation.
Too many omegas were treated like they were lesser, and if it took two omegas like Harry and his father-in-law to show their teeth to start turning the tides, then so be it.
Rubbing a hand across his face in hopes of making the heat more bearable, Harry headed back to his room, changing his sleep-pants for something less damp. As he’d done since Louis’ tour started, he couldn’t help but rummage through his husband’s clothes drawer, grabbing hold of the shirt on the top. He could clearly remember that this was the shirt Louis wore the last night before he started the tour, folding it up and winking at him to ‘use it well’.
Burying his face in the soft fabric, Harry took in a deep and intoxicating breath, the smell of Louis rushing through his head and straight to his dick. If the slick wasn’t already a problem, it sure as hell was about to be. Louis better get his ass home fast.
Pull yourself together, he thought as he threw the shirt on. While the shirt was a little baggy on Louis, Harry couldn’t help but groan as the tight fabric grazed against his nipples.
He had half a mind to take it off and toss it in the hamper, but the smell of his husband felt like a warm hug. And really, if the message from Louis was true, he would only have to wait a little longer before it ended up in a pile on the floor anyway.
When Liam showed up with a stack of paperwork and breakfast at nine on the dot, he could’ve kissed him. He held out a tray with a double latte, an apple juice, and two blueberry muffins for Harry to take.
“Sorry for being late, H. The line at the coffee shop was awfu-” Liam sniffed the air, mouth forming a perfect circle.
“You’re right on time.”
“And you’re early,” Liam replied as he handed over the pile of paperwork. “I’ll let Niall know you’ll be incommunicado a little earlier than you scheduled.”
“Thanks, Li. Could you let him know about the-”
“Suzuki account? Already got that covered. We’ll have the translator arrive on Monday if you think you’ll be up for it.”
“If I’m not, just let Niall handle it.” The Suzuki account was his first big foray into what Louis called ‘ethical investing’, which had made Harry feel the hint of pride in his husband’s voice. Styles Industries was going to be investing into a company looking to develop block chain technology that would help create green online banking. Actual investing, not buying companies for scrap.
Things changed.
I changed.
They headed into the kitchen, Harry dropping the papers and food on the kitchen counter. The white bay window was open; the sun was taking its sweet time to peek out from behind the clouds. It made the lake glisten in the morning light.
While he still missed his old apartment sometimes, the four-bedroom house just off the bay was their home. He had remembered the pride Louis felt when he admitted that he paid the down payment for the house with money from his second album release, pressing the key into his hand with a kiss.
His husband would take care of them, now and forever.
And Louis’ parents are only a couple of minutes away by foot.
Still, running Styles Industries as well as being the loving father to a little hellion took a lot of multi-tasking, so it was a blessing when he realized that while Niall’s legal work was superb, the man’s natural talents seemed to shine when he was in the boardroom. While both of them had young children at home, with Eliza now being five and off to kindergarten, Niall had the time and energy to take on a few of the more significant accounts. It freed up Harry’s schedule a little more, which was going to be important in the coming days.
And further.
“Uncle Lima! Look, my shoes aren’t real!”
Lexi’s shoes were, in fact, real, and a particularly violent shade of magenta that hurt Harry’s eyes when he looked at them. Conrad may have been an excellent artist, but those damn things were ugly.
When Liam pointed it out, it only earned him a loud raspberry.
“It’s not a real color. Duh.”
Liam arched an eyebrow at the little girl, though Harry could see the smile trying to break free, “Who taught you that?”
“Daddy!”
Harry frowned as he watched the girl run out of the kitchen. He was pretty sure it was Conrad, but-
“Where’s my little monster?”
Harry’s heart jumped into his throat as he heard the sound of Lexi’s screech and Louis’ laughter. Pulse racing, Harry rushed to the foyer.
Lexi had already climbed up her father’s leg and was hanging from around his neck, feet dangling as he swung her around and around, sending his luggage across the hardwood floor.
Louis still was the same alpha who walked into his office that fateful day five years before. His caramel hair tousled, bright blue eyes the same color as the ocean, and rocking his favorite leather jacket. He was wearing his band t-shirt. The logo was something special Harry drew for the front cover, and it was tight enough to cling to every muscle Louis had.
Gone was his husband’s baby-faced youth, and in its place was a stronger jaw and stubble that Harry couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel on his inner thighs.
My mate’s fucking beautiful.
But more than that, the way he held onto Lexi as he spun her around made him even more perfect.
“Oh, baby girl- Daddy’s missed you so much.” They came to a stop as Louis cradled their daughter’s head against his shoulder. “It’s okay, Daddy’s here.”
Lexi didn’t say anything, but the tears and her hiccupping sobs were enough to break Harry’s heart.
Watching Louis hold their daughter made all of the worries he had in the back of his mind melt away. Louis was the perfect father, the perfect alpha, the perfect mate in every sense of the word. He would do anything for Harry and Lexi, no matter what. If anything ever happened to Harry, he knew with complete confidence that Louis would be there for Lexi every step of the way.
Their eyes met when Louis put Lexi back down on the ground, and though Lexi made a gagging sound when Louis pulled him in for a kiss, Harry was pretty sure he swooned.
The feeling of Louis’ lips on his was electric, and it took absolutely everything in him not to completely lose himself in the kiss or his husband’s scent, so wild and carefree.
“Hello to you, too,” Louis murmured against his lips when they pulled apart, but from the way Louis’ nose twitched and his eyes went dark, Harry could tell that Louis was very, very aware of his predicament.
Instead of replying, Harry took in a deep breath and leaned forward to rest his nose against his husband’s neck.
When they pulled away, he had to hold himself together as Lexi threaded her arms around both their legs.
Liam, the angel that he was, interrupted. “Lexi, you ready to go?”
Louis shook himself as though he was in a daze. “Huh? What- where’s she going?”
Harry quirked a smile. “Your parents are taking her to the park and spending a few days with her while we... talk.”
“Papa means kiss,” Lexi said, scandalized, as she disentangled herself from her parents’ legs. “Uuugghhh. Do you kiss anyone uncle Lima?”
“Only sometimes,” Liam laughed as he held his hand out for Lexi to take. “C’mon, munchkin. You ready to go see Pappy and Baba?”
Lexi made that face again, as though she was contemplating her choices before turning to Louis. “Eliza says babies come from kissing, but uncle Con says it’s from laying on your belly on a desk! What’s that mean?”
Louis choked, and Harry wasn’t too far off either.
“Aaaah, uh, don’t listen to what your uncle says,” Louis said with a nervous laugh, looking from Harry to Liam for help that he wasn’t going to get before giving Lexi a little noogie. “We’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“When I’s five?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure, baby girl.” Louis got down on his knee to give Lexi another hug. “Don’t eat too much sugar with Pappy and Baba, okay?”
“How much is too much?” she asked innocently, and it took everything for Harry not to smack his head.
“Baba’ll know,” he laughed as he pressed one last kiss to their daughter’s forehead. “Be a good girl, okay? And we’ll have a big dinner-”
“When Papa’s not stinky?”
“Heeeeyyyyy!!!” Harry whined.
“Yeah, when Papa’s not stinky.”
It was only then that Lexi turned to Harry, cocked her head to the side, and asked a question that made him swallow his tongue.
“What’s an omega fucker, Papa?”
Harry looked down at his shirt for the first time since he’d put it on, only to notice exactly what band shirt his husband had scented for him.
Louis looked like Christmas came early. “Look at my baby, able to read big words and everything.”
“Uncle Con taught me, but whassit mean?” Lexi asked, voice petulant and pinched.
“We’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Lexi clearly didn’t like the answer to that, but Liam blessedly stepped in at that minute to stop the impending temper tantrum.
“Alright! Time for us to go. Lexi, get your bag. I got you apple juice and a muffin. You like muffins right?”
It took another few minutes for Liam and Lexi to clear out, which may as well have been an eternity for Harry, who had to fight every instinct in his body not to grab Louis by the back of the neck and fuck himself on his husband’s cock.
God, being in heat is hard.
The minute the door clicked shut, Louis was behind him, pressing Harry up against the door. He slid a knee between his legs and rested his head on his shoulder.
“‘OMEGA FUCKER,’ Louis? Really?” he laughed, but all of the annoyance bled away when Louis licked the faded mark on Harry’s neck, calming him instantly.
“You know it’s a little funny. You laughed.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did too,” Louis replied as he leaned down to let his teeth ghost over his mark.
Harry shivered.
“Fuck, Haz. I missed you,” he murmured against the shirt, making Harry’s cock go hard between his legs. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” Harry replied as he leaned back to feel Louis’ hard chest. “I hate when you’re not here. Lexi hates it, too.”
Louis let out a sad little breath as he pulled his leg free, giving Harry the chance to turn so they could face one another. “I was thinking... maybe next time you and Lexi can come along for some of it.”
Harry hummed. “I was thinking about Lexi going with you,” he said conversationally, trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He’d been thinking about how to bring this up with Louis, and while this wasn’t as romantic as he’d hoped it would be, Harry couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach. “It may be a little busy for me.”
“What- is it the Suzuki account?”
Harry shook his head, and then, with a little breath, he grabbed Louis’ hand. He kissed his fingertips and then slowly inched it down to the bottom hem of Louis’ ‘OMEGA FUCKER’ shirt. “I’ve been thinking... maybe... it’s time. I think I’m ready.”
Louis ran his fingers over his flat stomach, making him moan. He could feel the slick between his legs, releasing his heat scent through the room.
Louis licked his lips and stared. “You-”
“I went off the suppressants,” Harry said, surprised at how his voice stayed so strong when it took everything in him not to melt in his husband’s strong hands. “I want to give you a child, give Lexi a brother or sister. I want to-”
Harry didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before Louis’ mouth was on him, breathing new life into him.
Harry was scared, yes, but he knew that Louis was with him all the way, no matter what happened. He would never run from him, never abandon him. They were in this together, forever.
Drawing on all of his courage, Harry pulled Louis into their bedroom by the lapels of his leather jacket. He somehow managed to get his husband’s jacket and shorts off before he pushed Louis onto the bed, yanking off Louis’ OMEGA FUCKER shirt so hard he heard the sound of popping thread.
“I loved that shirt,” Louis managed, but Harry threw the shirt somewhere behind him before he straddled his husband on the bed, popping the button of his jeans with enough force that it hit the bedside lamp.
Harry had been waiting for this moment for years, and from the way Louis’ body reacted as he unzipped his jeans, cock already straining against Harry’s palm, he had been waiting for it, too.
That didn’t stop Louis from grabbing Harry’s hands, holding both wrists together as he took in deep, shuddering breaths. “I wanna do this slow,” Louis explained when he let out a needy whine. “I want us to remember this.”
Harry’s mind was already fuzzy, the thrill of Louis being home mixing with his heat, but Harry knew his mate was right. After five years, a few more minutes weren’t much.
Louis leaned forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Harry’s palms, before flipping Harry onto the mattress.
Harry let out a lewd moan as Louis smirked at him. That fucking smirk by itself was almost enough to make Harry come on the spot. He may have been in control of so many things in his life, but the feeling of Louis dominating him was something that pulled at the most basic, instinctual urge an omega had.
Kicking off his jeans, Louis’ eyes roamed Harry’s body as he lowered himself down next to him. “You’re wearing more clothes than I am.”
“Shouldn’t you do something about that?” he countered, making Louis chuckle.
“Aren’t you needy,” he whispered as he leaned in close enough for Harry to feel the stubble on his cheek. When he tried to close the distance, Louis pulled away, licking his lips. “I said we’re gonna take it slow.”
And it was agonizing as he ghosted a kiss against his lips and then slowly, so fucking slowly that Harry was sure he was going to lose his mind, kissed his way along his jaw.
His heat made it seem like every nerve in his body was on fire, and Louis’ kisses only added fuel. Harry ran his hands reverently through Louis’ hair as he licked his way down his throat.
When he reached Harry’s chest, Louis looked up at him through dark, lust-filled blue eyes as he ran his tongue across his pert left nipple with his fingers, teeth and tongue and his scent permeating his entire being. This was everything Harry dreamed this moment would be like, and they were just getting started.
Feeling the slick running between his clenched ass cheeks, Harry bit down on his lip to keep himself from crying out.
Louis stopped, locking eyes with Harry. “Don’t do that. Let me hear you. I want to hear everything.”
They didn’t have to fuck quietly in their bedroom, praying that they weren’t loud enough to wake up Lexi. They could be as loud as they wanted.
So, when Louis began to lick his way down to his happy trail, Harry didn’t hold back. He cried out Louis’ name like a prayer as his mate pulled his pajama pants down, the fabric an exquisite torture that made him grab hold of the sheets below to have something anchoring him.
They’d had sex a hundred times while Harry was in heat, but the thought of Louis’ cock and knot inside him, with the purpose to put pups in him, filling him with cum, made his legs shake.
“You’re so beautiful,” Louis breathed as he leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against Harry’s leaking cock. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Harry replied, staring at his naked husband’s hard, thick cock. Just imagining it inside him, pumping, filling him, made him beg for release. “Please don’t tease, alpha. I can’t take it.”
“Who said anything about teasing?” With a devilish grin, Louis licked from the base of Harry’s cock to the tip and then slowly began to suck.
Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as he focused on the sensation of Louis’ tongue against his slit, tracing the vein along his shaft with determination as he lifted Harry’s legs, one after the other, to put over his shoulders. He began to bob his head, slowly slipped two fingers inside Harry’s hole, finding his prostate with practiced ease.
“Fu- Lou!” Harry screamed as his hips jerked forward, his entire body shuddering. He needed his husband inside him, and he needed it now.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now. I need it. I need you.”
Louis pulled away from Harry’s cock with a soft pop, his fingers slid from his ass easily, and Harry grabbed his husband by the hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He could taste himself on Louis’ lips, and that only made him want Louis more.
“Louis, fuck me. Please, do you understand?” Harry begged desperately.
Louis’ eyes were glassy when he groaned a “Yes, baby,” which hit something in Harry. Trying to control his breathing, Harry lifted up his hips as he felt Louis’ cock press between his cheeks.
“You nervous?”
“A little,” Louis admitted with a soft, unsure tenor to his voice that he hadn’t heard before. “You?”
Harry nodded. “But... I’m ready to do this. I love you, Lou.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
With that, Harry nodded his head as Louis pushed inside, making him see stars. Neither of them were likely to last long, the feeling too good to make them lose themselves to euphoria. For Harry, in his thirty-eight years on Earth, never once had he experienced Louis’ cock like this... breeding intentions making him lose his body in the haze of heat and sex.
It was better than he ever dreamed it would be, the connection between them as electric now as it was that day in the bathroom when they first met. Now, there was trust, a sense of comfort that made him want to give himself entirely to Louis all over again, the way only an omega could.
Harry grabbed hold of Louis’ back as his mate thrust deeper and deeper into his willing and aching hole, the slick hot as his cock rubbed expertly against Harry’s spot, sending him into throes of ecstasy with every thrust.
It was coming, Harry could feel it in the way Louis’ thrusts became more erratic and his grunts became more feral, more animalistic.
“Gimme your knot, Lou. Pease, please, please, need your pup inside me-”
Louis’ entire body shook as Harry’s nails raked over his mate’s back when he felt Louis’ knot begin to pulse inside him. If he wanted this to stop, now was his last chance.
Harry wanted this, though.
Their lips crashed together as Louis came, Harry following the second Louis’ knot pressed against his prostate. The world was hazy around the edges, and Harry clung to Louis for dear life, their bodies shaking as he felt Louis’ cum, hot and thick, pump inside him.
Coming down from their impossible high, Louis whispered, “Did I hurt you?”
Harry reached up to run his hands over Louis’ face, feeling the tears hot on his fingertips. “Never.”
“I love you,” Louis said as he slowly sunk down on top of Harry’s chest, knot locking them together. “I’ll always love you.”
And though there were a thousand things Harry could have said, words of excitement and fear for the coming new chapter of their lives, Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Louis’ lips.
“I love you, too.”
Nine months later, Harry and Louis welcomed their second child into the world, a squalling boy they named Lucca.
They never did have to explain to Lexi where babies come from, but as far as Harry could tell, that was just another blessing
Now when Harry looked out the window at the morning sun cresting over the water’s surface. He knew that he had an answer to the question that was asked on that fateful night in the cab. After all of the loss they both suffered, the sun did rise again.