Niall (your pov) ~ You and Niall had agreed to keep your child out of the spotlight, and that including keeping your pregnancy private. All the major magazines had been contacting you for a story to the point that it became annoying and infuriating. Though management had pushed you to agree to their requested, Niall had stuck strong and continued denying.
But you did want pictures- to put in the baby book and hang on the walls of your house. So you hired a private photographer, whom Niall made sign legal document to ensure he wouldn’t share the photos he took of you.
On the day of your photo shoot, the tour was still going on, and the boys were still in Florida. The sun was shining and the photographer decided to use it to his advantage. The beach was bare on Monday morning, the only time Niall was available. You wore a dress that Caroline Watson had said really accentuated your pregnancy, and Niall just wore his everyday clothes. It was fairly quick, and only after about 45 minutes, the photographer was done. You and Niall still had another hour before he needed to be at the filming for an interview that would air later that month, so you decided to stay on the beach.
“That cloud looks a bit like a baby,” he said, pointing up at the sky. You squinted up at the clouds and noticed that the cloud, in fact, looked nothing like a baby. You merely shook your head and smirked, replacing your head onto his chest. The sand was surprisingly soft beneath you, and the warm sun felt good on your skin.
“You just have babies on your mind, Ni. It looks nothing like a baby,” you said to him, and he frowned, flicking sand with his toes up at your legs.
Zayn (your pov) ~ Zayn sensed you were nervous, so he leaned across the bed and rubbed your back, making you relax a bit. Zayn had wanted to give his fans a bit of an insight on your pregnancy, despite the problems between you. Another reason he wanted the photo shoot was to hide those issues.
You didn’t really want to publicize your pregnancy, but the article in People magazine would boost Zayn’s career that supported you and your unborn child. Zayn knew you wanted that, and made sure the interviewer kept the questions generalized. The interview was basically questions about how your body was taking the pregnancy, and how you and Zayn felt about having a baby. Of course, most of the answers you gave were lies and the way you hung off each other in the presence of the crew was all an act. You were both extremely careful not to show any of the tension between you.
The photo shoot was simple; some pictures were taken of just you, some of just Zayn, but most were taken of you together. The crew had set up a bed in room with false walls where you would lie down, and sit. It gat intimate sometimes, which made you very self conscious. In one set, you were naked except for skimpy underwear, and Zayn was shirtless. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but it still felt revealing to do in front of all those people when you were pregnant.
“Babe, you feeling alright?” Zayn asked when you were nearing the end. You nodded, and leaned against his chest since there were still people around.
“Exhausted,” you answered. He gave you a sympathetic smile, and told you he would be right back. After a few minuted of watching him talk to the photographer and magazine representer, he came back with a big smile on his face.
“I got it cut short. We just have to go sign a few papers so they can use the pictures. C’mon, get dressed,” he told you, and you leaned up to kiss him for real, for the first time in a few days.
“You’re amazing,” you told him, and kissed his lips again.
Liam (your pov) ~ Liam, with the consent of you and his management, had agreed to an interview about your adoption experience so far. You were skeptical at first, but once you arrived, you lightened up a bit. You had so many legal documents to review regarding the adoption that had to be filed in a few days, but Liam promised it wouldn’t take long.
You sat down on the couch, which had cameras and lights all around it. After multiple years of being with Liam, you were no stranger to interviews. When you had first gotten married and management was pushing for an interview, Liam had taught you a few things about answering the questions. He was quite good at it, too.
The interviewer shook both your hands and sat down in her own chair across from you. She began with introducing herself as soon as the cameras began rolling, and gave a bit of background on your situation while you sat and smiled, before asking the simple question: “How are the two of you?”
Liam answered by telling her about his upcoming solo career and about how the other boys were doing. She then asked a lot of questions about the adoption, which Liam answered most of, except for the ones directed at you. It went on for about an hour and a half, when you then went outside to do a photo shoot.
They gave you a picture frame when you arrived at the pond where the photo shoot would take place. While you were waiting for the photographer to set up, Liam pulled you off to the side and sat with you on a park bench. “Are you doing all right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I just want to get home,” you admitted as as you leaned against his chest and pulled your coat tighter around your body.
“Were the questions they asked too much?” He said into the top of your head. They were a little, but you knew if you let him know that that he would feel bad for making you come. You shook your head just as the photographer said he was ready. It was a short photo shoot, with only a few position changes. Then you and Liam went home where you began to make a dent in the large pile of documents.
Harry (your pov) ~ Harry was excited to show everyone how happy he was to become a dad. As you two posed in front of the exterior of the house in LA that you Louis, Niall, and their families were renting by the pool, Louis told you how to pose. He had stuck with the watermelon theme as he had used when he helped you announce your pregnancy to the public via Twitter.
“Just take your damn pants off!” Harry yelled at you and Louis and his wife prepped you for the picture. You looked at him with a humored expression as he smirked playfully at you. Louis sighed and went to talk to Niall so he wouldn’t have to witness anything from you two.
You began to strip so you were only in your sports bra and very short and tight shorts. You felt insecure since most of the boys and their families were around, but Harry ensured you it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before because you had worn a bikini around them countless times.
“You done fucking over there?” Louis yelled in your direction.
“Louis!” Niall scolded as he covered his child’s ears, who seemed unfazed by his uncle’s choice of words.
“Shut up,” you whined as you handed Harry the two cantaloupes from the table. Harry began to fumble with the fruit as Louis crouched down to take the picture. He put his phone down and looked at your husband with an overly dramatic look of annoyance.
“Harry, I have better shit to do than watch you drop melons,” he sighed, making Niall laugh behind him. You laughed along and turned to put Harry’s sunglasses on. You then turned forward for Lou to take the picture, which he then texted to you. He quickly ran off to take a swim with his five month old sons and wife.
You posted the picture on Instagram with the simple caption: “harry is due soon, wish him luck! xx”
Louis (your pov) ~ After the interview full of being asked about your pregnancy by four different interviewers, you were exhausted and just wanted to go home. Your back was extremely sore, so while you were waiting for the photographer to set up, you lied down on the grass.
The sun was warm on your face in the park just outside of London. There were only a few senior citizens walking around in their jump suits and walking their tiny rat-dogs this beautiful monday morning. Your eyes were squinted as you watched Louis talking to the photographer a few meters away and ran your hands over your bare 34-week belly. Your back was beginning to feel better the longer you were on the hard ground, but the grass was beginning to tickle your bare back where your shirt rode up, and you were pretty sure you felt something crawling up your arm.
So you sat up, which was the easy part. Then came the standing. Standing was not easy, and it was a process that took at least three minutes. Louis saw you halfway through and hurried over to pull you up. His strong hands wrapped around your forearms and he pulled you in one swift movement to your feet, resulting in you bouncing up and your stomach colliding with his abs, nearly knocking him over. You were thankful that he had been able to take a short four day break off tour when Liam got seriously sick, though you felt bad for his bandmate. Lottie had headed back home for a week, but would be returning a few days after Louis left.
“Ah, there we go,” he said softly as he brushed the grass blades and dirt off your white blouse. You smiled tiredly at him and he responded by brushing your styled hair away from your face. You heard a quiet click and you both turned your head to see the photographer furiously snapping pictures of you. You looked at Louis with your eyebrow raised, saying ‘what’s with this guy?’, and he just chuckled and kissed you, giving the photographer something to take.
Niall (his pov) ~ A soft giggle escaped her lips as she watched me dig into the white colored sand underneath me. I was digging a big hole next to my towel, and two smaller ones above it. I let out a small chuckle at her expression when she realized what I was doing. With everything happening at the moment, Y/N and I both needed a break. And that was the reason why I brought her here to the beaches of Florida while on tour.
The sun was streaming warm and happy in the hot Florida weather, the beach filled with people tanning and playing volley ball a few kilometers down the way. Harry’s beach house was behind us, and we were alone on the small stretch of sand. She was staring out at the dark blue ocean and the waves crashing on the shore.
“See, enough space for mummy and baby. And boobs, too,” I said as I leaned back and placed the towel over the holes. Her giggling filled my ears and put a smile on my face.
“You’re such a dummy,” she mumbled, leaning down on the towel, putting her growing stomach into the hole. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, finally not having to deal with the constant fear and pain of pressing her belly against the otherwise soft but harsh sand that she had been complaining about. I watched as she closed her eyes with my headphones filling her ears with some Green Day song. My eyes closed as well as the both of us were in pure heaven.
“Hey! He-hey!” I heard behind me. Y/N continued to lie still, the music drowning out any noise. I turned to see Harry running down the sand from the house, and laughed at his hair bouncing and swaying in the wind. “Niall!”
“What’s up, mate?” I asked, sitting up on my towel and pushing my sunglasses up onto the top of my head. He stopped running and put his feet on my towel, dancing around to avoid the hot sand on the bottom of his feet. Y/N picked her head up and pulled the earphones out of her ears.
“Hi Harry,” she said as she pulled her stomach out of the hole. Harry laughed and sat on the sat beside me, taking a bottle of beer out of our cooler. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s my house,” he stated as he popped the cap and took a sip. “I wanted to come visit you.”
“Not me, right?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“No, I don’t like you. I came to see Y/N and the baby,” Y/N gave me a cheeky grin and she sat up, running her hands over her big baby bump.
“How is the little Horan?” he said, and I lied back down, knowing their conversation wouldn’t involve me.
“They’ve been causing me a bit of grief the past couple of days, nothing unusual,” she shrugged.
“I wonder what they’ll be like,” Harry thought out loud.
“I reckon, they’ll be a little angel,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows.
“Sweet and gentle,” Harry said.
“No, they’re going to be a little irish monster. I can see them now, causing trouble every where they go. I’m right,” she said. She pointed at me and said, “Loud and crazy, like you.”
I looked at her with a smirk and leaned over, moving away her cardigan, to place a kiss on her belly, despite it being covered in sand. Maybe she was right or maybe Harry and I were right, we didn’t know, but I did know that I couldn’t wait to meet my baby and see their personality come through.
Zayn (his pov) ~ “C’mon, love. Here we go. Mum said this will help your back,” I said, helping her into the bath I ran for her. Since our kiss, things had been been better between the two of us, but we were still sleeping in different rooms. We would share casual kisses rarely and talk about our days more often. Now that she was in pain, she had come to me for help.
She sighed as she laid down in the warm water and I could tell that it was already helping her. “Can you stay with me?” she whispered. I nodded and kneeled beside the tub. She nodded and closed her eyes, sinking lower below the water.
“I’m right here,” I said as I gently moved the hair out of her face. “Feel any better?” I leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. Her hand reached up and touched my cheek, and I leaned into her small sign of affection.
A small smile appeared on her face, “the baby is kicking.” I smiled and reached my hand into the water to touch her stomach. “She doesn’t realize she’s too big to move around much anymore.”
I chuckled and noticed how beautiful she looked, as always. I scooped up some of the water and poured it over the part of her bump that was above the surface of the water. “Keep talking, Zayn, please,” she whispered.
I frowned, not knowing what to say. I had heard her speaking to the baby on many occasions, but I had never. “I can’t wait for you to come,” I said, doubtfully. “Just stay in there a bit longer.”
She nodded, approving, and gave me a small smile. I continued to pour water over her exposed skin and began speaking again, “I hope you’re like your mum; kind, beautiful, selfless, amazing… Mummy said you’ll teach me to swim, and I promise I’ll try. And I’ll paint with you and draw with you,” I looked up at Y/N and she was relaxed at the moment, hopefully no longer in pain.
“Little one,” I whispered, “I’m so excited to hold you in my arms. I won’t even mind getting up in the middle of the night with you. I-”
“I love you, Zayn. And so does she,” she whispered, her eyes only slightly open. I shyly nodded, having forgot that she was here to hear me.
“I can’t wait for all of his, and I’m sorry for not loving her the whole way through,” I whispered before she sat up and kissed me.
Liam (his pov) ~ “Liam,” I heard her say softly, but I snuggled into the pillow thinking she was speaking in her sleep again. I felt her hand on my back and I groaned in annoyance.
“Babe?” she said again, but this time her voice sounded a little upset and more urgent. I opened my eyes and rubbed them sleepily, letting them adjust to the soft light that found its way through the curtains. I rolled over to face her.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice raspy. Even in the dark bedroom, I could see Y/N bite her lip and her small shudders every few seconds. I quickly reached over to where she was sitting up against the head board after turning on the bedside lamp. I looked at her, and noticed her eyes were quickly filling up with tears.
“Hey, hey- pumpkin? C’mon, don’t cry love. I’m right here,” I soothed, pulling her against my chest. I stroked her hair and she seemed to calm down at my touch.
“I had another nightmare,” she whimpered. I cringed, knowing how awful her dreams could be. This wasn’t the first time she’d had nightmares- I’ve had them too. I continued to stroke her back as she cried onto my t-shirt.
“You want to talk about it?” I asked softly. She shook her head against my chest, and I nodded even though she couldn’t see me do so. I already knew what it was about, anyway: either her being pregnant, or the adoption falling through. That’s what it was always about.
Her sobs soon stopped, and she calmed down a bit. “Liam, can you tell me a story? Just anything? I just like hearing your voice,” she said shyly. I nodded, smiling.
“Like a fairytale?” I asked, and she nodded. I looked to the ceiling, trying to think of a story.
“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess,” I began. “Her beauty was spoken of throughout the lands. One day, a charming prince came to town. He had come to woo the princess and woo he did. They spent hours together. Hours became days. Days became weeks and the beautiful princess began to fall in love with the charming prince. Their love was spoken of throughout the kingdom. The charming prince took the beautiful princess to a shady meadow at the edge of the forrest. He began to tell her how much he loved her. He said if she loved loved him back…” I stopped when I noticed her breathing had slowed, and her soft snored became audible. I knew, then and there, that we’d be good parents.
Harry (his pov) ~ Lately, sleep was a rarity for me. It should be her not sleeping, since she was the pregnant one, but it was the opposite. She had been taking the pregnancy really well; it looked good on her. She glowed, really.
I rolled over to look at the clock on the table beside me. 2:13. I groaned and rolled back over. I didn’t know what was keeping me up; mum said it might be that I was stressed, but Y/N thought it was because I was excited for the bean.
I smiled at my gorgeous wife sleeping. I ran my hand down her body under the covers, stopping at the middle of her thigh. Thoughts began popping into my head. What is our baby going to be like?
“Maybe you’ll be like your mum, in every way,” I whispered, moving my hand up to the peak of her round stomach. “I hope you’re like her: kind, funny, beautiful, selfless… your mum is amazing- the love of my life. Maybe you’ll have her smile, or her gorgeous eyes. She’s hoping you have my curls.”
I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, imagining our little girl running around the house. Her little voice and her little laugh. Her footsteps making her way to our bedroom and snuggling her way in between us in the middle of the night.
“We can play together, and I can sing for you. You can have all the doll you want- or cars, if that’s what you like. Mum and I don’t care, you can be whatever you want in life,” I smiled, and opened my eyes. Her chest moved up and down with her steady breathing. She was going to be the perfect mother, I just could tell. My eyes then traveled down to the bump under the covers. No matter how many times I see the bean on the ultrasound screen or feel her movements under her mother’s skin, nothing will make them more real than when I finally get to hold our little angel for the first time or when I see her little face.
“And when you’re older, your mum and I will support you always. Maybe you’ll ask about my tattoos and want one of your own, but something meaningful. I just want you to know that you will have a say in your life, not just us,” I said, looking to my wife’s face. I could barely see her, but the light peeking through the curtains cast a shadow over her.
“Harry?” Y/N said groggily, barely above a whisper. She turned over, and opened her eyes slowly.
“Shhh, go back to sleep, love,” I whispered before kissing her forehead. She nodded, and pressed her palms to my chest. I ran my fingers over her brow, something which always calmed her down.
“Two months,” she whispered as he head fell to my chest. I smiled and moved my hand to her back so I could pull her as close as possible with her bump in the way.
“Not too much longer,” I whispered, closing my eyes and drifting off.
Louis (his pov) ~ “The guest room is all set up for you, I’ll bring your bag up later. Go to bed, you must be exhausted,” I said as I walked into my house with Lottie.
“I feel bad for not greeting Y/N, though,” she said, yawning. She had just flown in from America with a few of her mates, and the flight had taken a toll on her. “I’m excited to see her and the baby bump.”
I chuckled at my younger sister, who wasn’t so young anymore, as I carried her many bags to the bottom of the stairs. I pulled her into a hug, and as I released her, I said, “Thank you again, Lottie. I just don’t feel good about leaving her alone, you know?”
“I completely understand and I’m happy to spend some time with my favorite sister in law,” she laughed. I watched her until she rounded the corner and then went to look for my wife around the house. I had asked Lottie to come and stay with Y/N while I left for the last leg of the tour. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her knowing that she could go into labor while I was gone.
As I walked down into the basement, I froze halfway down the stairs, a smile growing on my face. She was in the pool, swimming across the length of it. I slowly walked closer and kneeled at the edge. “Midnight swim, eh?”
“Yes, I couldn’t sleep and I was bored,” she said with a smile on her face. I sighed, dipping my toe into the water. Being just over seven months pregnant with twins, she got tired easily bit could rarely get comfortable enough to sleep.
“Sissy,” she tested me, knowing I would eventually give in.
“I have to leave early tomorrow,” I sighed, sitting on the edge of a pool chair. She turned over and floated on the surface of the water.
“Sissy,” she repeated. I sighed again, and began to peel my clothes off until I was just in my boxers. She laughed as I jumped in and swam towards her. I held her in my arms and spun her around in the water. I pulled one of the pool floats into the water and helped her climb onto it, kissing her lips as soon as she was situated.
“I can’t wait till they’re here,” I whispered, kissing her stomach. She smiled and pushed my wet hair off my forehead. “Hey little men, how’s it hanging in there?”
She laughed, and put her hands over mine where they rested on the sides of her stomach. “Don’t pop out too early, yeah? But don’t wait too long, we don’t want mummy to be too uncomfortable. But when you do come, I promise I’ll convince her to let you stay up late so we can watch footy. Then we can cuddle and watch manchester win, of course.”
She smiled down at me, shaking her head. “Then we can play in the backyard with mummy- she’s a kick ass goalie. I’m sure she’ll let a few in for you two, though.”
“Lou, they won’t be able to do any of that for a few years,” We both turned to find Lottie sitting at the side of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She laughed, “I’m a ninja.”
“I thought you went to bed?” I asked as I helped Y/N off the float and back into the water.
“Rocking the bikini, girl!” Lottie exclaimed, earning a wink from my wife. “I came down cause there was no blanket on the bed and I couldn’t find any.”
“Lou!” Y/N said, smacking my arm. “You said you set everything up for her!”
Niall (your pov) ~ “And then me and Harry went horse back riding at this ranch. He- he almost fell off- the bloke!” Niall began laughing, a sound you loved so much. Even half way across the world, and through a computer, it was still music to your ears. You laughed along with him he showed you a picture of Harry smiling like a goof on top of a big brown horse. He then showed you a selfie of himself with Mark and a horse, his tongue sticking out and his blue eyes shining. You couldn’t see the pictures too well on the computer screen, but they were still lovely to see.
“Phoenix was amazing…I just wish you were here with us. The stadium was awesome and it was so hot there! There were cactuses and shit- Louis touched one and the medical staff had to pull the little pricks out. It was so funny.” You just smiled, wishing for one of his amazing hugs right now.
“How was the show?” You asked, keeping the conversation going. He nodded, and began to tell you about the concert. He spoke about Liam falling, and began laughing like an idiot. Then, the worst thing that could’ve happened, happened- you farted, in front of your husband.
Your eyes grew wide and you hoped he didn’t hear it, but you weren’t as lucky. He stopped laughing and stared at you through the computer screen, his lips pursed and his cheeks red from trying not to laugh. You couldn’t believe that just happened. You had never farted in front of each other, and something you never hoped would happen.
"Did you just…?“ He asked, a smirk on his lips. You nodded slowly, your cheeks probably as red as a baboon’s butt. You suddenly felt like you were back in time to when you and Niall had first met, when you were embarrassed to burp in front of each other. Now, you had burping contests after dinner. But farting was still new.
He burst out laughing, but you were still humiliated. Your mother had taught you that ladies weren’t vulgar. You had always lived by that, avoiding anything ‘disgusting’. Until you met Niall, of course, and he taught you to do armpit farts.
"It’s not funny! I can’t help it, alright? The baby is just- I’m pregnant! It’s not my fault.” You pouted. You felt like you were going to cry- those damn hormones.
“It’s actually hilarious!” He said, continuing to laugh at you.
“No it’s not!” You yelled, making his laughter cease.
“It’s mean that you’re laughing at me, because I’m obviously upset! I’m embarrassed, and you’re just making me feel worse about myself."
"Oh, princess… I’m sorry. But c'mon, when have we ever cared about that stuff? We always burp and make fart noises. You think I’ve never heard you fart before?"
"Yes?” You said, not sure what he was talking about. He’s never heard you fart, you were sure of it.
“You puff all the time when you sleep! You smell awful, too. I don’t mind, cause I fart right back,” he said, chuckling.
“But I’ve never heard you fart,” you told him.
“Babe, I fart all the time with you! It’s really no big deal. You just must not notice it. Watch this-” he said, and then he farted. You burst out laughing, confused as to why you were uncomfortable with the idea. It was even funnier than armpit farts.
“I wish you could smell this, it’s a real winner. I’m proud of this one,” he said, sniffing the air of his hotel room. You grimaced, but smiled.
“I think I shit my pants,” he joked, making you laugh again. You loved that about him- he could always make you laugh. “Dammit, I miss you.”
Zayn (your pov) ~ You were due in two month’s time, but you wouldn’t let that slow you down. Or, your tried not to let it slow your down. With the nausea and back pain that burdened you, it was difficult to do normal things that were easy before you got pregnant.
You were picking up clothes around your bedroom, wondering to yourself when you wore half of the items you found. Your pregnancy made you lazy, which you weren’t proud of. So you decided that once you finished picking up your bedroom, you would cook a nice dinner for you and Zayn, and just suck up the pain.
In the kitchen, you began to take out all the ingredients you would need to make the meal and lie them out on the counter. Zayn walked in moments later, and went to the fridge to take out a bottle of water. He watched as you bent over, clutching your stomach, to turn the oven on.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he opened the bottle of water in his hands. He leaned his hip against the counter, taking a sip of the water and watching you wash your hands.
“I’m making dinner- you still like that chicken-tomato curry I make, yeah?” You turned to face him, drying your hands off on the dish towel. He stared at you blankly for a moment before he began to shake his head.
“You’re not cooking. I think that italian place we like is open, I’ll go pick something up from there,” he said. He began to put all of your ingredients away, so you smacked his forearm, causing him to stop and look at you.
“I’m making us a meal,” you said sternly. He just shook his head again, and put the cans of tomatoes back into the cupboard. You scowled at him, anger brewing inside you.
“I want you to rest. I can get dinner for us. Go lie down or something, babe.” You looked at him in disbelief, your mouth agape. You slowly shook your head before deciding that you would do what you wanted. You pushed him away and took the cans back out from the shelves.
“Y/N! I said I would cook, just go relax.” He pushed you away gently, but you pushed him back. He stumbled into the counter, and faced you with his eyes wide.
“Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He yelled at you. He pulled out a barstool and motioned for you to sit, but you crossed your arms over your chest and pursed your lips. “C’mon, please?”
“No, Zayn. I’m sick of you treating me like this; I’m not incapable. I’m fine to cook a meal, or go food shopping. I can do things by myself, I’m not incompetent!” You yelled at him. He leaned back, surprised by your outburst. He really shouldn’t have been; you’ve been bursting with frustration for the past few weeks. Ever since you began to forgive him, he had been doing everything, trying not to upset you again. But it was getting annoying, because you could do things for yourself- you weren’t dependent on him.
“I’m sorry but I care about you and that baby, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’m going to go draw you a bath- maybe that will calm you down a bit,” he said, trying to push past you to the door. You put your arm out, preventing him to go any farther.
“No, Zayn! I need to move! I can’t ‘relax’ anymore! I know y body, and I know I can do simple things like the laundry, and washing the dishes. You don’t need to do everything for me.”
“I want to do these things because I want you to be comfortable. I just want you to forgive me,” he said, ending with his voice in a whisper. Your scowl softened, and you walked towards him. He took your hand in his and squeezed your fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
“I just feel useless when you don’t let me do things,” you told him. He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You lifted your hand and brushed the pad of your thumb across his unshaven cheek, and cupped his chin with your other hand.
“I’m sorry. I just want to make every thing right with us. You get it, right? I didn’t want to make-” he began, but your leaned in and kissed him to make him stop rambling.
“Just don’t keep doing it, yeah? Unless I ask?” He nodded, and you turned around to put away the ingredients.
“I think I want that italian food. I’m craving it now.” You told him, and he laughed. He was shaking his hand with a big smile on his face as he called in your usual orders. You began to squeeze oranges for juice the next morning, since you still felt like doing something. He walked up behind you, and wrapped his arms around you torso, his hands resting on your belly.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips grazing your ear.
Liam (your pov) ~ “Liam?” you called from the kitchen, yelling over the music that he was playing in the lounge room. He came walking in and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Have you seen the last bowl of mac and cheese that was in the fridge this morning?”
You continued to search for what you were craving, moving a jar of pickles away and pulling out a container of left over potatoes to get a better look in the back. Turning to him, you saw that his eyes were wide. He avoided your looks and turned to walk out of the kitchen. You closed the refrigerator door, having found the mac and cheese.
“You ate it didn’t you,” you sighed. He turned back around with a look of remorse on his face, and he stepped towards you. You turned away from his embrace, pushing his arms away.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I ate it for lunch- you weren’t home and there was nothing good in the fridge!” he said, trying to defend himself.
“What!” you whined, your fists balling up at your sides in frustration. “I was saving that! It was mine!” Your voice began to get louder as you snapped at him. He reached out for your hand, but you quickly pulled away, tears beginning to cloud your vision.
“I’m sorry, I-” he began, but you cut him off.
“I really wanted that,” you whispered as the tears began to fall. Liam’s heart broke; he felt horrible for being lazy and eating your food instead of making himself something.
“Babe,” he said softly, trying to get you to stop crying.
“You don’t understand! It was mine! I save it for a reason! And you ate it!” you yelled at him. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, pushing the soft locks away from his face. He looked away from you glare and began to pace. “Who does that?”
“Y/N, baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say,” he said, not knowing how to console you in such a situation. He wasn’t sure why him eating a bowl of left over macaroni was such a big deal, but it clearly was to you, seeing as you were now crying uncontrollably.
“Don’t, then,” you snapped, storming out of the room.
“Y/N! C’mon, don’t do this. I’ll just call up the restaurant and go pick more up!” He yelled to you. You spun on your heel and faced him again, now in a different room than him.
“You can’t do that, cause it’s closed on Mondays!” You stomped towards your room, hearing Liam groan. You didn’t care that he was sorry, he ate your mac and cheese that would’ve been so good reheated with a bit of parmesan sprinkled on the top. And maybe a bit of dried parsley. You threw yourself onto the bed, covering your eyes in defeat. It was no use thinking about the delicious meal that could’ve been. What was done is done, and that’s it.
A few moments later, Liam slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” he asked softly.
“Liam, I-” you began, sitting up and wiping your eyes.
“No, it was wrong of me. I know how much you like that mac and cheese. Besides, I still have some of my steak from the same restaurant left over?” He sat down besides you, hugging your shoulders. You laughed, smiling into his shirt.
“I’m sorry, I just- I think it’s my period starting,” you said, followed by a quiet groan. You knew, that after months of not having it, this one would be awful. Because of your infertility issues, your periods were extremely irregular and awfully painful.
“Oh, sweets, I’m sorry. Do you want me to get anything?” he asked, knowing how your period affected you. You would be couch-ridden for the next few days, not being able to move because of the awful cramps. You shook your head no, but told him to go make sure you had ice cream in the freezer and pads under the sink. You just hoped that since you were having it now, you wouldn’t have it again while the baby was still real little.
Harry (your pov) ~ “Hey babe, how was your day at the studio?” you asked as he walked into the bedroom. He shook his head before turning away. He began to take his shirt off as he walked into the bathroom, and you heard the shower turn on moments later.
“Harry?” you repeated, turning the television of and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. He came out of the bathroom in only his boxers. Sighing, he looked at you with a little scowl on his face.
“Where were you today?” he asked, and you shrugged in response.
“Home. I was with your mum, Robin, and Felix all day. Why?”
“We had lunch plans?” You gasped, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you remembered you were meant to meet him at your favorite cafe right by his studio.
“Oh, Harry… I’m so sorry. I- you know-” you tried. He continued to scowl at you, and you couldn’t help but think it was adorable. “I’ve been really forgetful lately.”
“Don’t blame this on the pregnancy. I waited for you for nearly an hour and you didn’t show up. I thought something happened to you! How do you think that made me feel?” He continued, getting louder. Your heart dropped as you saw his eyes go darker, something that only happened when he was really, really angry.
“I-” you began, but he pressed his finger to your lips, silencing you.
“Lux told me that a giraffe’s coffee would be cold by the time it reached the bottom of its throat. Ever think about that? No. You only think about yourself,” he snapped.
“Harry, shhhh! You’re going to wake up the baby and your mum won’t be happy,” you reminded him. Anne and Robin were leaving tomorrow, as Gemma and her husband were returning from their short trip.
“Oh, and you didn’t even answer your phone! What am I supposed to think when you don’t answer your phone? That you went into labor? That- God forbid- you died? I was scarred out of my mind, Y/N!” He yelled, not taking your warning into consideration. Once again, your heart shattered, only imagining what you had put Harry through.
“I thought you died,” he whispered, looking away from you. Seeing him like this, and knowing you caused it, you felt awful. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry,” you cried, your voice soft. “I can’t even imagine- I feel awful.”
Harry sighed, running his hand down his face. “Babe,” he whispered, walking towards you. He pulled you to his chest, awkwardly hugging you with your belly in the way. Your bump was too big for a proper hug, so this would have to do for the time being. You closed your eyes and snuggled your face into the warmth on his embrace. “I should’ve reminded you. I just was so scarred when you didn’t show up. I was excited to have lunch with my favorite girls.”
“I’m sorry for those giraffes,” you said quietly, but he heard you.
“And you don’t only think about yourself. I mean, you’re giving me a child and going through so much to do so. That couldn’t be more selfless. I didn’t think she would affect you so much emotionally.” He spoke slower than usual, but it calmed you . His soft lips pressed to your forehead, and you nearly melted. After all these years of being with him, he still affected you so much with the simplest of gestures. You opened your eyes and and looked at him, a small smile on your lips.
“I love you and I hate when I make you upset,” you told him.
“I love you more,” he said.
Louis (your pov) ~ “Bye, Y/N! See you later tonight- I don’t know what time I’ll be home,” Lottie called from downstairs. You ran, well- it was more of an awkward waddle, to the edge of the railing on the over pass. Looking down, you saw her at the front door putting on her jacket, all dressed up with her blonde hair curled and styled to perfection. You frowned, not knowing she had made plans.
“Where are you going?” you called down to her. She turned and looked up to you with a smile. From what you could see, her make up was also perfect. She wore tight leather pants and a skimpy top, a little too revealing for your taste. She normally didn’t wear outfits so revealing, but she must’ve changed since you last spent a lot of time with her.
“I’m going out with some friends, remember? I told you yesterday,” she replied.
“Again?” you asked, annoyed. “Why are you always going out! You’re supposed to be here for me.”
“C’mon, Y/N. It’s just a few nights,” she told you as you slowly descended the stairs. You crossed your arms over your chest once you reached the bottom, and just glared at your sister-in-law. “I’m 22- I’m going to go out and have some fun.”
“What about me?” you whined.
“You can’t be serious?” she said, scoffing. Then she looked at you, and said, “you are. Wow, okay. I guess I’ll stay home.”
“Oh, no. Go have fun with all your young and beautiful friends. Get drunk, and maybe snort some coke while you’re at it! I’ll just stay home, pregnant and alone,” you yelled, waving your hands through the air in anger. She looked at you in disbelief, not knowing where you outburst of anger had come from.
“Fine, I’ll go,” she said, slugging her bag back over her shoulder. You shook your head, grabbing onto her arm.
“What if I go into labor while you’re gone! Huh! What’s the point of you being here if you’re not actually going to be here!”
“It’s one night! God, when did you become such a mum. I’m going out, okay? Goodbye,” she said, opening the front door. You stopped her again, closing the door quickly by pushing on it with an open palm.
“What is your problem?! You’re here to help me, and so far, you haven’t done much.” You looked away from her, trying to hide the tears that were forming in your eyes. You heard her sigh as you walked over to the couch, and then her bag dropped to the floor.
“What are you crying for?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the couch. You shook you head, burying your face into a pillow.
“I just get lonely,” you whispered. “He’s gone all the time and I miss him so much. I want- I want- I need him here, not halfway across the world.”
She smiled sympathetically, rubbing small circles on your stomach. You wiped your eyes, embarrassed by your outburst only moments earlier.
“Go,” you told her, sitting up. She looked at you quizzically, and you said, “Go out.”
“How am I supposed to leave after that? I’m just going to change and then we can watch a movie or something, okay?” You nodded, so thankful for having her with you. You didn’t mean anything you said out of anger. It was a blessing to have her, even if she didn’t help all that much. It was comforting to have family in the house with you incase you did actually go into labor. Twins were usually born a few weeks earlier, so it wouldn’t be surprising.
Niall (your pov) ~ You tossed and turned a lot during the night as your pregnancy progresses and your stomach grew. Niall would often pull you against him in his sleep and hold a tight grip on you, but you were never comfortable and would end up with your legs twisted and your arms flailed around. Sometimes Niall would wake up and complain about being sore, and you soon realized that his bruised were caused from your limbs hitting him during the night when he woke up from your knee hitting his groin. You were always hot, too, so you would turn the air conditioning on low and kept the blankets off while Niall would only be comfortable with multiple blankets around his body.
Zayn (your pov) ~ You were constantly tired during your pregnancy. No matter how long you slept, you would still be tired the rest of the day. And sleep didn’t come easy to you. Jaeda would keep you up- kicking you and moving around, especially when she got the hiccups. Trying to get to sleep was difficult, so you would always wake up the next morning with the blankets twisted around you and the pillows in a pile. You had never moved much in your sleep before your pregnancy, but now you would be all over the place during the night. It helped that Zayn wouldn’t sleep in the same bed with you - although you missed him, you would feel bad for your new sleeping patterns. You were still not back to the way you were before you told him you were pregnant, but you were getting there.
Liam (your pov) ~ Since you began the adoption process, you found it difficult to sleep through the night. You would toss and turn with your head filled with nightmares and anticipation while Liam slept soundly beside you. You were jealous of your husbands calm composure and patience since everything about the adoption worried you. When you couldn’t sleep, you would get up and walk around the house, sometimes you would go out to the balcony despite the cold winter air and sit under the street lamps and toy with the leaves of the potted trees beside the bench. When you would return, the only way to fall asleep again was to be in Liam’s arms, so you would slowly lift his arm and put it around your body, careful not to wake him.
Harry (your pov) ~ Harry hated that he couldn’t hold you close while sleeping like he used to. With your stomach getting in the way every time he tried to cuddle with you, he would get frustrated. One morning he woke up and the first thing he saw was your face, he finally found a way he like to sleep. You were comfortable in any position, so you let Harry hold you any way he wanted to. He would face you, and put his arm around your side while you would curl up your knees against his thighs. He liked being close to you, and not being able to made him upset, but he knew it would all be worth it when your baby girl arrived.
Louis (your pov) ~ As the months went by, your stomach grew bigger and sleeping became a blessing. You would long for the nights all day long. It was so relieving to get off your feet, and as soon as you would lie down the pressure would instantly be lifted off your lower back. In the beginning, Louis had wanted to keep up your old sleeping patterns, where he would hold you all night and keep you close to his chest. He soon learned that you didn’t want that during your pregnancy when he put his arm around you, waking you up, and you reacted by smacking him in the face. He then stayed on his side of the bed and let you enjoy the pure bliss of sleep uninterrupted.
Niall (your pov) ~ “Theo!” Niall exclaimed when his nephew popped up on the screen. You were skyping Niall’s brother, and Theo had suddenly taken the call over. He spoke about his birthday the next month, and about he was excited to start first year in the fall.
“Uncle Niall, I got a goal! In my football match yesterday! I wish you were there, it was amazin’,” Theo told him, his face dropping.
“Hey bud, I’m off tour again next month for a few days. Aunt Y/N and I will come down for a visit and we’ll play together, yeah?” Theo nodded excitedly, and began rambling again. In the background you saw your niece, Evie, crawling around the lounge room floor. Niall waved, telling Theo to bring her over to the computer. She started crying, and Theo put her down. Suddenly, your dog, Spud, came bounding into the camera’s view.
“Hey, buddy!” you squealed, excited to see your puppy, though he wasn’t really a puppy. Greg and Denise had been watching him for you during the American leg of the tour. Theo couldn’t have been more excited about that, and he began telling you stories about Spud.
“Theo, big man, we gotta talk to your dad and mum, can you go get them for us?” He nodded and ran off. Evie was left in the camera’s view, and she sat on the floor, banging a foam block on the floor in front of her. Greg and Denise showed up after nearly five minutes of you and Niall watching Evie play on the floor, and they smiled and waved at you.
“What’s up, brother?” Greg asked. “How are you doing, Y/N?”
“We’re great. The tour is going awesome. And her pregnancy is going smoothly. We just have one thing to ask you,” Niall said, turning to look at you. You nodded and smiled widely, anticipating the reactions that were inevitable. “Would you guys be the godparents?”
“Yes!” Denise squealed. Greg smiled shaking his head in disbelief.
“Its so surreal. I still can’t believe my baby brother is having a baby.”
Zayn (your pov) ~ You looked out at the familiar view from your apartment, taking in the beauty of lights of the city. You smiled, listening to Zayn and Louis laughing behind you in the kitchen. Louis’ girlfriend was going through a bag of baby clothes she had brought from her mother-in-law.
“I still can believe you’re having a little girl,” she said happily. You smiled at her excitement and held up a cute pink and brown jumper up in front of you. The boys were oblivious of the distance between you and Zayn; except for Niall and his wife who had acted as a median between you and your boyfriend.
“Louis, seriously, your mum is amazing. Thank her for me, will you?” you said, gushing over grey knit dress. You had three trash bags full of baby clothes and stuffed animals lied out on the table in piles. Zayn and Louis joined you at the table and placed plates of the take-out in front of you. Zayn’ leaned down at kissed your forehead to avoid suspicion from your friends. You nearly flinched, but suppressed your surprise and smiled.
The Italian food from a small hole in the wall a few blocks down from your building smelled amazing, and you couldn’t wait to dig in. But there was a reason you invited Louis and his girl over.
“Hey, so, we wanted to ask you two something,” you began. You looked to Zayn, who was inspecting a stuffed bunny toy. They nodded, suddenly becoming more serious. “Ya, we understand if you say no, but we couldn’t think of anyone else we would rather choose. Would you consider being Jaeda’s godparents?”
Louis and his girlfriend looked at each other with growing smiles. “This is amazing, thank you. Of course, we’d be honoured,” Louis said, standing up to hug you. You watched as Zayn hugged Louis’ girlfriend, laughing at something she said. Louis placed his hands on your stomach and kneeled down.
“Can I talk to her?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded, and pushed your hair away from your face. “Hey little lady, it’s uncle Lou. Just sayin’ hi. Aunty and I love you, and we would do anything for you.”
You looked up once he finished speaking. Zayn was staring at you with a sad frown on his face. You gave him a small smile and shrugged your shoulders, before Louis’ girlfriend called you all back to eat before the food got cold.
Liam (your pov) ~ “Uncle Liam!” Jaeda squealed, and ran towards your house. She waved to you and Liam up on the balcony, the both of you were tightly wrapped in winter clothing. Zayn and his fiancé were right behind their five year old daughter, jogging to reach where she was struggling to open your front door.
When they came in through the door from the stairwell, Jaeda ran right into Liam’s arms. You gave Zayn a hug, not having seen him since the holiday party you threw. You led them into the lounge as you all peeled your many layers of coats and scarfs off. Liam took their coats and hung them in the closet off the kitchen while you sat down on the couch with Jaeda between your knees. Liam returned with tea and cookies you made earlier in the day.
“So, have you got everything sorted for when you get the little one?” Zayn’s finance asked before sipping her tea. You smiled shyly, playing with Jaeda’s long raven hair and thinking about all that needed to be done within the next 3 months. Jaeda showed you her cookie that she had bit so its shape resembled a heart. You smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“Not even close,” Liam laughed. “All we have is the crib.”
“Please, when we had this little munchin’, we were so unprepared it was awful,” Zayn said, chuckling.
“Actually, we wanted to ask you both something this afternoon, before we head off to the restaurant,” you said, placing you hand on Liam’s thigh.
“Oh, Jade, don’t eat too many cookies. You need to eat,” her mother said, pulling the tray away from her. She frowned, and leaned back onto you.
“Anything,” Zayn said, nodding.
“You two have always been there for us,” Liam began.
“And you,” you said, looking at Zayn’s fiancé, “are one of my best friends in the world.”
“We wanted to ask you if you wanted to be our son’s godparents?” Liam asked softly. Zayn’s fiancé squealed loudly and hugged you. Zayn stood and gave Liam a hug and whispered something in his ear, making him laugh.
“Oh my god, are you serious?” she squealed again. You nodded, and leaned to Liam’s side. Zayn patted him on the back.
“We’d be honoured, mate. Thank you both,” he leaned down and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek, too.
“What do I get to be?” Jaeda asked, cookie crumbs spilling out the corners of her mouth. Her mum snatched it out of her hand, making her frown.
“Will you be the best cousin you can be?” you said, making her smile and nod frantically.
“I already am,” she sang, making you all laugh.
Harry (your pov) ~ You looked across the lounge room, where Harry was lying on his stomach in front of his six month old nephew next to the Christmas tree, your brother was having an animated conversation with David, and Gemma sat next to you on the couch with her hands on your stomach feeling the bean kick. You could feel the warmth coming from your family, and smiled at the scene. It’s a Wonderful Life was playing on the small television mounted on the far wall, which caught your attention every few minutes.
“I still can’t believe you’re having a little girl- no, I can’t believe you’re having a baby!” Gemma said happily before taking a sip of her tea. You laughed at her excitement and gently rubbed circles over the top of your bump. You smoothed over your Christmas themed jumper, which had Rudolph printed on the front, his nose positioned right over your belly button.
“Harry is so happy. Everyone around us knows everything about my pregnancy, including my farts. It’s so embarrassing,” you complained, but smiled when Gemma began laughing. She was about to reply when her husband called her name.
“Didn’t we see the giraffes while we were on vacation last year, and the guy at the park said they have tongues that are, like, 40 centimeters long?” She rolled her eyes, and laughed slightly.
“They do?” Harry piped in.
“No, 50 cm,” Gemma answered.
“Really?” You asked.
“Never mind the tongues!” She exclaimed. She then turned to you, and said, “Didn’t you say you had to ask me something tonight when we talked last?”
You looked to Harry, giving him a look that read ‘now’. He nodded his head knowingly and scooped up Felix, sitting down next to you. “Gem, Y/B/N,” he began, getting their attention, “can we ask you something?”
They all nodded, and quieted down. You said, “What do you say about being Cordelia’s godparents?”
“Godparents?” your brother repeated quietly with a huge grin on his face. Gemma’s face lit up as you nodded, and she threw herself at Harry.
“Of course, sis,” you brother said as he hugged you. Gemma kissed you cheek once your brother released you from his tight embrace and rubbed your stomach lightly.
“We already love her so much,” she said, tears pricking her eyes.
Louis (your pov) ~ You and Louis were invited to a party at Zayn’s flat in the city with the rest of the boys and their families. Their next five shows were at the O2 arena in London, so you were all able to be there. “This view is really amazing, truly,” you told Zayn’s girlfriend. She thanked you, and went off when Jaeda began to cry.
You were in the middle of an animated 'conversation’ with the little Horan, now two, when Louis came up behind you and placed his hand on the small of your back. “Do you think we could ask them now? I can’t look either of them in the face without turning red,” he whispered in your ear.
“I’ll be right back,” you told the toddler before following Lou off to where Niall and Harry were on the balcony.
“Hey, can we talk to you two?” Louis asked, squeezing your hand in his. He smiled, really adoring the younger lads. You had already asked his sisters, Lottie and Fizzy, so it would be easier. They had completely freaked out, saying how excited they were. Hopefully the two boys would have the same reaction.
“What’s up?” Niall asked, taking a sip of his pint.
“Well we wanted to ask you,” you paused to look at Louis, who gave you a reassuring nod and smile. You placed your hands on the base of your bump. “because the two Tomlinson boys will be here soon…”
“If you would be the godfathers?” Louis finished. They didn’t say anything at first, but then Niall put up his hand and Harry high-fived him.
“Godparent duties! Yes!” Niall cheered. Harry smiled and hugged you the best he could around your huge stomach.
“We were thinking that Niall, you would be Leo’s godfather, and Harry Oliver’s,” you continued as Niall gave you a side hug.
“I’d love that. I don’t know about this bloke, though,” Harry joked, pointed to Niall, who gave him the finger. Louis laughed, and patted Niall’s shoulder.
Niall (his pov) ~ “You’re going to look just like your dad, aren’t you, little one?” I heard her speak softly through the thin hotel room walls. I put a towel to my hair, but removed it when I heard her voice again. I turned the faucet off so I could hear her words more clearly.
“His nose. I love his nose. And you’ll have his beautiful blue eyes. We’ll have to dye your hair, though. I’ll make sure he lets us,” I smiled and sat up against the wall with my ear pressed against it. She was speaking to our child and it was more than precious.
“Bet you’ll have his accent, too. And you’ll learn all his slang and say things funny like he does. Your laugh will sound just like his. His laugh is great, love. You’re going to love his laugh. Dad’s laugh is the best sound in the world. Except his singing. Your dad has the voice of an angel. I love your dad so much, love,” Despite her whispering, I heard every word. Her voice was so calming and I could tell how much she loved our baby by the words she spoke.
“Maybe he’ll teach you to barbecue- he’s really good at that. The food he cooks on his grill is delicious, some of mummy’s favorites. And he’s going to teach you to play footy. You better be a Derby fan, little one. Daddy wouldn’t like it much if you weren’t,” I had to laugh out loud at that one. It was true. My baby better be a Derby fan. She must’ve heard my laugh that she loved so much, though, because she stopped talking.
“Niall? What are you doing in there?” she asked, in a much louder voice than she had been using. I stood to my feet and adjusted the towel on my hips. When I emerged from the bathroom, I saw that she was lying on her side with pillows piled all around her head. She whined, “Did you hear all that?”
I nodded and laughed, climbing under the covers beside her. She pulled one of the many pillows over her head and groaned. “You were supposed to be in the shower.”
“Oh, we’re not dying our baby’s hair blonde,” I told her, tracing random shaped over her stomach.
“Yes, we are,” she mumbled from underneath the pillow.
Zayn (his pov) ~ “Jaeda, gran said you can hear me now. I don’t know if its true, but lets try it, yeah?” I couldn’t help but smile at her words. Y/N was sitting on the balcony, her favorite room in the flat. She like pull one of the chairs up so it was right up against the railing. She could stare out at the skyline all day and night. That’s where I would find her when the pregnancy was making her feel sick, or when she couldn’t sleep at night.
“So, baby, I just want to know that mummy loves you. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world. You’re my everything, my sunshine. I can’t wait to meet you. Where we are right now is mummy’s favorite place. I wish you could see it. From here, you can see the Albert bridge. And you can see the Ferris wheel across the river. Someday I’ll take you there, and we’ll ride to the top. I bet you’ll love it.”
“I’m so excited for you to finally get here, Jaeda. So many people already love you. The whole world, really,” she spoke softly with her head hunched over so she was looking at her bump. Her back was turned to me, so I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she was smiling.
“Your daddy is famous. He goes all over the world to sing to people. I miss him when he’s away, but now I’ll have my baby girl to keep me company. Oh, and maybe you can help me teach his to swim? When we visit Uncle Niall? He has a huge pool. I’ve tried but he’s a cry baby…” she paused and looked up to the sky. The pain was evident in her voice, and it hurt for me to listen.
“I don’t even care that you tore me and your father apart. You’re going to be worth it, and hopefully your daddy figures that out soon. I hope so. I think he loves you, but I can’t tell. I’m trying, for you, Jaeda. He makes it so hard though…” She trailed off, siting in silence and staring out at the view. I couldn’t help the sobs from escaping my lips. She quickly turned her head and stood.
“Zayn?” I stood up and revealed myself from the sliding door. “Are you alright?”
I nodded weakly and stared at the beautiful woman in front of me. I had messed it up so bad with her. “Ya, just what you said. I got to me a bit. I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect.” She said, pressing her hand to my unshaven cheek. She smiled, making my gut twist.
“I want to fix this,” I admitted. “I can’t stand seeing you everyday, and not-” She pressed her finger to my lips, making me stop.
“Shh, we’ll talk about it later; its late. Get to bed.” And with that, she pushed me towards door and into the house. I walked up the stairs behind her and I cringed when she shut herself in the bedroom by herself.
Liam (his pov) ~ I walked into the lounge room, where the Christmas tree was set up. She sat in front of it on the floor, a piece of paper in her hands. She stared down at it with a huge smile on her face, and I instantly knew what it was: the ultrasound photo. I had come looking for her to ask when the ham would be done cooking. We were having a small holiday party with the lads and some of the crew members.
She had been talking about it all week; she was so excited to see everyone since the tour had ended. She wore a green dress with small sleeves that looked amazing on her. The skirt was spread out around her on the floor, making her look like a small child excited for Santa to come.
“I wish you were here already,” she began speaking. I stopped mid-step, and retreated back behind the corner. I wanted to know what she had to say; it would be a good way of finding out what she was feeling.
“All your uncles are coming over tonight. And your aunts. Your cousins, too. They’re all going to love you so much. Especially your cousin Lux. She’s so excited for you to come, Dominic. She already is planning to read to you and play with you. Your auntie Lou is going to spoil you rotten just like all the others. And you have Uncle Andy to play with. He’s going to love you like his own,” she paused, and sighed heavily. I thought she was going to start crying, so I started to make my way towards her, but she began talking again. “I don’t care that you’re not our flesh and blood. But if you call me ‘mummy’, that’s enough for me.”
I felt the need to make myself know, so I said, “I feel the same way, sugar,” I said, kneeling beside her and taking the picture from her hands. “We’re so close.”
Within the hour, the boys all arrived with their wives and kids. Jaeda, who was already five, ran right up to Y/N with a package in her hands. She handed it to her, and told her to open it. Y/N ripped the paper away, revealing a framed drawing of me, my wife, and our baby that was on the way. “I drew it myself,” Jaeda told us proudly.
Harry (his pov) ~ “Hey, Gorgeous, have you-” I stopped in the middle of the hallway leading to our bedroom. I heard her voice; she hated when I eavesdropped, but it was really fun. I tip-toed towards the bedroom door and looked in. There she was, as beautiful as ever, sitting on our bed with a Doctor Seuss book propped on her belly.
“'Inside the nest, the egg jumped. It jumped and jumped and jumped. Until…out came a baby bird!’” she read the book in an animated voice, making it seem like she had an audience of toddlers listening. “’"Where is my mother?” he said.’ I promise, Cor, I’ll never leave. 'He did not see her anywhere!’“
She smiled, shifting her position so one of her hands held the book, and the other was rubbing circles over her bump. She had begun to really grow, to the point where she couldn’t hide it anymore. It was a rapid change; in a span of two weeks she looked like four months had passed.
”’“I will go and look for her,” he said. Out of the nest he went. Down, down, down! Plop!’“ she giggled as she turned the page and tapped on her stomach repeatedly. I had seen her doing it before; she said it made the bean kick. I stepped in the room smiling. She looked over her shoulder at the sound of my boots on the floors. She laughed, and put the book down on her lap.
"Want to join us for story time?” She asked. “Your mum told me that babies can hear voices by now, and I want her to be smart so…And she is kicking like crazy! I think she likes books.” she explained excitedly. Her eyes gleamed with love for our little Cordelia. I kissed her smiling lips as I scooted over so I was right beside her, and rested my head on her lap.
“Keep reading, I want to feel her kick,” I said, picking the book up and putting it into her hands. I placed my palms in the two places she usually kicked, and listened to my wife’s voice.
“'The baby bird could not fly. He could not fly, but he could walk.”
Louis (his pov) ~ “Dada will be home soon, boys. Maybe he’ll sing a song for you,” I heard Y/N say softly as I walked into our bedroom. I softened my steps as I got closer to the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. Peeking in, I saw her in the bath tub with bubbles coating her face making it look like she had a beard.
“He’s going to come home, and he’s going to lie in bed with us. Your daddy is a very good man,” she continued. I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. She moved her arms over the surface of the water, clearing away the bubbles. I could see her large baby bump peeking above the water slightly. She piled bubbles on top of it like a mountain, then took her hand and knocked it over, making a crashing sound. “He’s really funny. And he’s good at football. But he’s an awful dancer. I am, too- there’s really no chance of either of you being good dancers. I hope anyways, so then you won’t have to watch us dancing and be super embarrassed of us. Your dad and I will embarrass you a lot, just a warning. And I’m apologizing in advance, right now, while you’re still in the womb- it will start as soon as you pop out. And you guys have a big audience. We’re pretty cool, but you boys will think we’re 'totally lame’.”
I burst out laughing then, not being able to contain it anymore. “Hey! You were spying on me!” she exclaimed, pointing a bubble-covered finger at me accusingly.
“I’m glad I did, that was quite entertaining, babe.” I smiled and began to take my shirt off.
“No, no no no. I was having a relaxing bath and you are not going to come in here and cramp my style. Not happening.” She said, shaking her head frantically. I just laughed and unbuckled my belt. “There are already three people in this tub, I think that is enough. And I have my rubber ducky to keep me company.”
“Come on, move up. I need to get in,” I told her, pushing her forward with my hand on her back. She moved up and I slid in behind her, careful not to hurt her in the process.
“Fine. But I promised the boys you’d sing. And I want to play a game to test out the rest of the bath toys I bought.” She said, forcing a frown to hide the smile on her face. She lifted up a clear bag full of plastic boats and dolphins that sat in swimming tubes and dumped the contents into the water.
“Deal,” I said, turning her head back so I could kiss her lips.