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Louis sat in the darkening backyard gazebo waiting for Harry in the dewy Spring evening.
“Why did you make me come out here?” Harry called.
“I wanted to show you something,” he said. Pulling Harry close, Louis pointed to a dimly lit window. “I think that room should have new curtains.”
“You dragged me out here to show me we need new curtains?”
“Not just any curtains. Bright pink ones. Maybe with butterflies or flowers on them?”
“What? Are you saying…” Harry trailed off.
“I’m saying I’m ready.”
“Are you serious?” asked Harry.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Harry, let’s have baby.”