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The third album had come out a few months ago and he was already living the tour, The Louis Tomlinson World Tour for the third time. Tonight would be his fifteenth concert of the year and the last of the month, because he would take a week off to spend time with his husband and his son, who was barely five months old. That's right, during the promotion of his album there were many interviews of him very pregnant, the photos of him with twenty extra kilos are not his favorites and the pregnancy process has its good parts and its bad parts, once he had his son in arms, Louis decided to stay alone with the good.
At this moment Louis was in front of a camera hugging a fan, in a row several meters from them were more fans. For this concert a meet & greet with influencers and fans had been prepared, Louis smiled, hugged and talked to all the people around him while the camera was turn off, now he had to take a picture with each one of them before taking one group.
The next fan walked up to him, tears in her eyes from the excitement of meeting her idol. She began to speak, looking at him with love reflected in her eyes telling him how much that meeting meant to her, Louis looked back at her, smiling, trying to concentrate but Louis's attention was elsewhere.
In the same room, one of the fans had brought her son, a baby, who did not stop crying, something had bothered him; at first the boy just whimpered, but then tears streamed down his chubby cheeks, he didn't look more than six months old. His mother tried to calm him down but the baby began to cry louder. When the crying was heard stridently in all directions, it was the moment that Louis began to feel how his breasts were getting wet.
He had decided to breastfeed, the three months he was at home with his baby he had breastfed him, and now that he was traveling on tour, he prepared the bottles with his milk, luckily, his husband had decided to accompany him along with his baby; the three of them (plus their team) toured the country by bus. For the time, that's how they handled it, but when they had to travel by plane every two days, Louis would let his husband stay in London with the child, spending time with the family. Then, he fed the baby with his breast milk, so when he heard the desperate cry of the creature a few meters away, his body reacted in that way, he began to let out milk and his shirt started to get wet.
Louis covered his breasts in embarrassment as two dark halos appeared on his blue shirt. He apologized to the fan in front of him, who noticed what was going on, and Louis approached his manager.
The baby had stopped crying when his mother sat down to breastfeed him.
Louis turned redder and redder as he explained to the man in front of him what happened, everything stopped for a while as Louis went to change in the dressing room, he came back with a Burberry shirt, if he leaked milk again at least it wouldn't be so obvious.
When he was done with the fans he could go get his breast pump, while silicone pads on his nipples would keep everything dry.
After all, the meet and greet remainded normal.
"Babe, you are not gonna believe what happened today."
When Louis entered to the hotel room, the first thing he wanted to say to his partner, was the embarrassing moment he lived in public. They would stay for a few hours in that city before flying to London to spend some time together in their home.
They were lying on the bed, his beautiful son clinging to his chest, Louis caressing his little face as the baby suckled. He was dozing.
The man next to him was paying attention to Louis' story, looking at him with pure adoration and a mild smile
"One of the fans brought her baby, the child began to cry and my breasts- God! I swear love, my breasts started leaking in front of everyone!" Louis still couldn't believe what had happened.
His husband smiled at the scene he had the joy of seeing, his beautiful husband feeding his precious child, an image he wouldn't change for the world.
"Yeah, I read about that."
"Oh yeah? In your "new parents" book, "dad you can", "baby guide", "dad's sleepless night" etcetera, etcetera?"
"No, comedian. In "We are the milk". I read it during your pregnancy, there it said that it usually happens, it's a mechanism of your body, when you hear the crying it makes the milk rise to your breast and start to leak. Your body confused the crying of that child with our son, you could have breastfed him, that's very nice." He kissed Louis's cheek. "You are amazing."
His face turned red, being able to feed another newborn human being, for nature, just because his body was willing to do so stunned him more than anything Harry knew about nursing.
Harry get back to read his book, Louis read the cover: "What to expect in the first year." Another parenting book. Louis had barely finished "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and he never wanted to pick up a pregnancy book on his life again. Had he learned important things about the pregnancy process? Yes. He had gained many headaches with almost 700 pages? It is also a yes.
His baby slept still clinging to his nipple, there could not be something in the world as beautiful and as pure as breastfeeding your own child, his little angel who slept with the sound of the mother's heart beating at his side, who received all the love and the necessary nourishment through that instant in which Louis's body conditioned itself so that the child in his arms would grow healthy. Louis might be in love with his husband but that love was nowhere near the love he felt for the little boy resting on top of him, the child he bore, the child he is nursing, the child that is part of him.
What untainted love he felt for the two men in his life. He loved his family.