baby mumma

Our Visit At The Hale’s 

We recently had a playdate with one of my new Mumma Friends, Laurel over at @hale-famly .  She has a 4-year-old daughter, Florence ( hehe Name twins ) and a Newborn, Francesca who is the cutest thing ever ! Nahla made one of her first actual friends and she keeps talking about her and when will we see her next. Laurel and I met in one of the mum/mom chats + on here. Her family is just the cutest you guys should definitely go and check them out. Laurel also finally got to meet the twins, who look so big in this picture. 

Thankyou so much for having us over Laurel, The kids and I had so much fun.

anonymous asked:

okay but your baby girl calling dad!harry when you have morning sickness with baby brother on the way and she's crying because she wants to know why baby brother doesn't like mumma and harry has to reassure her that baby brother already loves all of them

“Okay petal, mumma’s in bed right?”


“And you brought her water?”


“Good girl. Now just let her sleep. Go back into the living room and play, okay?”

Your daughter hesitates on the other line. “Daddy?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Why does the baby hate mummy?”

Harry stops what he’s doing, and sighs. “Love, he doesn’t hate her.”

“Then why’s he making her sick?”

And Harry pauses because, well, he doesn’t know exactly how to explain morning sickness to a four year old. “Well… because…. he’s growing. And it’s a bit uncomfy in mumma’s tummy. He’s trying his hardest. He doesn’t mean to hurt her, he’s just trying to make sure they’re both as comfy as possible. Ya know?”

“Yeah,” she says slowly. “When’s he gonna come out?”

“Few more months, petal. Won’t be long.”

“I didn’t make mummy uncomfy when I was in her tummy, did I?” And she sounds so genuinely concerned, Harry could cry.

“Well, love, she was a bit sick when you were in her tummy. But! She knew you loved her and you weren’t doing it on purpose.”

She pauses to process all of this. “And she knows my brother isn’t doing this on purpose?”

“Of course she does.” Harry sighs. God does he wish he could be there with them, taking care of his wife and explaining all of this to his daughter in person. “You make sure you keep taking care of mumma, okay?”

“Okay daddy.”


Kayla- Awww did that nasty tram wake my beautiful baby boy? its ok mummas here.

some moments later, like Sadie knew her brother was getting attention…

Kayla- Yes Sadie i didnt forget about you. your hungry arent you my sweet girl?

Kayla on the phone- yes babysitting company? I was wondering if i could get a sitter for a few hours, like 5 hours? I need to go to work.. Oh really! thats great I’ll see them soon than? yes my address is, Filley’s Crescent. Thank you very much. 


Mummy’s Kissing Santa

I Have Loved You Since Extras//CHRISTMAS SPECIALS (2015): Mummy’s Kissing Santa!


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December 19th, 2026 9:19 p.m.

“Mummy, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Noah whined, pushing away the half wrapped toy that wasn’t meant for him.

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SO my last couple of drawings got quite the reaction! So as a sorry for shattering your souls and making some of you cry(??!!!? SORRY!!!) here’s the babies looking fly. Proud mumma duck and her precious grumpy duckling.

But seriously, thank you so much for all your comments and messages about my last pieces, it’s been really cool to see all your reactions even if you’re just screaming at me.

May we make it through 3X09 together kru.

A Wake Me Up Extra: ‘When It All Falls Down, Pick It Up’ (Part 1)

Wake Me Up

Note: Okay, so my heart is broken just a little. This one was SO hard to write. There will definitely be a part two to this as well. I really hope you like this one! Enjoy, sweets! Tell me what you think of this one!

This is also a follow up to this blurb: x

Rated MA for mild language.

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Positive Thoughts

“Darcy, you have to stay still,” you groaned, leaning down to bring her into your arms. At 6, almost 7 months pregnant, it was starting to get harder chasing after the active toddler. She wanted to play, to run around and to be held. But to be quite honest, you could barely stand on your feet anymore.

“Mumma!” She pouted, her arms wrapping around your neck. You sighed, setting her down on her high chair.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. What’s got you all worked up today?” You watched as she scrunched her face up and pouted, her arms reaching out for you. “I can’t carry you, Darce. Mumma doesn’t feel good.”

“No, Mumma,” she complained, tears filling her eyes. You sighed, your head dropping to your chest. She squirmed in her seat, her arms still out and waiting as she began to cry.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed, lifting her into your arms and ignoring the pang of pain in your back. “No more tears, baby.”

She buried her face into your neck, her arms wrapped around you tightly. “Daddy,” she mumbled.

“You miss your daddy, huh? Is that it?” She nodded into your neck, her face damp from the recent tears. “He’ll be home in just a bit, I promise.”


It was late, much later than he wanted to come home. He sighed when he walked into the dark foyer, figuring that both his girls were probably asleep. Kicking his boots off, he dropped his bag before carrying himself up the stairs and into the bedroom. He walked into the dark bedroom, making his way over to his side before switching his bedside lamp on.

“Mm,” his head turned to you when he heard you groan. “What time is it?”

“It’s late,” he whispered as he slid his jeans off along with the rest of his clothing. Sliding into bed, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You promised you’d be home early,” your eyelids were heavy and you sighed, closing them again. You felt his hand graze over your bump and he exhaled, his forehead coming down to meet yours.

“I know,” he mumbled. “We just got so caught up in the studio, I lost track of time. I’m off tomorrow, I promise. How was your day? How was Darcy?”

“She’s mad at you,” you looked up at him. He pouted, his brows coming together to furrow. “She was off the walls today. She wouldn’t let me put her down and my back is really starting to kill me, Harry.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“You were busy,” your voice was quiet. “And you know I don’t like to interfere with your work.”

“But you’re more important. You know you shouldn’t be stressed this late in the pregnancy,” he let his eyes close for a second. “And we’ll have to show her that she can’t be as rough anymore.”

Nodding, you pressed into him as best as you could with your belly in the way. After a long day, all you wanted to do was cuddle into him and fall back asleep.


“Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”


“Mumma!” She called from the nursery, her cries turning into wails. You couldn’t get your eyes to open and you felt such a bad throbbing pain in your head, you thought your head was going to burst open.

“Harry,” you mumbled. The snores falling from his mouth continued, only this time growing a little louder as he turned over. You opened an eye, the sunlight making the headache worse. You leaned your arm over to nudge him and you watched as he turned, his eyes fluttering open.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” He rasped, his eyes squinting as he focused on you. You shook your head, closing your eyes once more.

“She’s calling,” you groaned. “I can’t get up.”

He sat up and he let out a breath, listening as his daughter cried from her nursery. Running a hand over his face, he dragged himself out of bed and made his way down the hall.

“I’m coming, baby,” he pushed her door open and his heart sank when he saw her standing in her crib, her face red with tears.

“Daddy,” she sobbed, her arms reaching out for him as she continued to cry. He rushed over, quickly taking her into his arms.

“What’s wrong, Darce? What’s bothering you?” His palms reached up to wipe her tears and pushed her curls back before she cried into his neck. He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her as he paced around the room.

“Mumma,” she mumbled through her tears. He sighed, his lips pressing to the top of her head.

“Mumma’s sleeping. Do you want to stay with daddy?”

“Mumma.” Her sobs grew louder and he let out a breath, making his way out of the nursery and down the hall to the bedroom. He slid back in his side of the bed and placed her beside him, glancing over at you beneath the duvet.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Look, Mumma’s sleeping.” He watched as she crawled over to you, her hands placed on your arm. He knew in just a few seconds, she’d force you to wake and begin the day. But last night, he knew something wasn’t right.

“Hm,” the groan escaped your lips. You opened an eye and watched as her face lit up, a giggle coming from her.

“Mumma!” Her lips quickly crashed against your cheek before she tried to climb on top of you. You whimpered, looking over at Harry as she tried to get around your belly. He was quick to pull her back to him, his eyes staying focused on you. She groaned again, reaching out for you as she squirmed in her father’s arms.

“Baby, what’s going on? What do you feel?” He leaned in, pushing your hair from your eyes before you let them close.

“My head is spinning and I feel so sore,” you sighed. You hadn’t been feeling well lately; constant headaches, body aches, and extra gain weight.

“Mumma,” she cried out, her hands reaching for you. You sighed, sitting up in the bed and pulling her into your arms. His gaze softened and he leaned over to give your belly a soft rub.

“We’ll get you to the doctor as soon as we get out of bed,” he whispered as he kept his eyes on Darcy. She leaped up, climbing back on top of you before you let out another whimper. He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled her in between you too. She shrieked, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“No!” She screamed and he narrowed his gaze at her.

“Darcy, enough,” he warned. She scrunched her face up before looking back at you, tears filling her eyes. You sighed, rubbing your face as you lied back down.

“Mumma doesn’t feel good, sweetpea,” you tucked a curl behind her ear. “Do you want to lay with me?”

She was swift to lie down beside you, her eyes focused on you before turning her head to Harry. He sighed and reached out for her, pouting when she turned away from him.

“Darcy, daddy didn’t mean to make you upset,” you rubbed her back softly and lifted the shirt you were wearing from your belly. He moved in closer, laying on his side as she turned to look at him. She looked at him before her head fell back against his chest, cuddling into him.

“Mumma’s having a baby,” he whispered and pointed to your belly. “You have to be super super careful, my love. You don’t want to hurt the baby, do you?” He watched as she looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes. She looked back at your swell, her brows furrowing as she pointed to it.

“Baby?” She mimicked, turning her head back to Harry as she chewed on her index finger. He nodded and placed his hand over your belly, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, there’s a baby inside,” he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the bump and she quickly followed his actions. Your heart swelled and fluttered in your chest, a smile not failing to creep on to your face.

“So you have to play easy with Mumma so we don’t hurt the baby, yeah?” He watched as she giggled, her eyes looking between the two of you. She flopped back against his chest and yawned, her eyes focused on your belly.

“Baby,” she repeated and giggled before she sat up, her eyes playful as she leapt on to her father. He let out a grunt as he turned his head to you, shaking his head as he laughed.

“I guess she’ll be beating me up now instead.”


“Styles?” The nurse peeked up from her file, a tiny smile on her face. Your head shot up from Harry’s shoulder as you stood, your hand quickly finding his. “The doctor will see you now.”

You were scared. The terrible feeling in the put of your stomach was coming to life and you let your head fall back against the examination table. You felt his lips press to the back of your hand softly, his thumb giving it a soft rub.

“Hey, relax,” he whispered, keeping his voice low as Darcy slept in the car seat in front of him.

“I’m scared,” you admitted. His gaze softened and he let out a breath, his mouth opening to speak.

“Hello, hello! What’s got you here today?” The OB chimed in as she made her way into the room, her eyes falling to you. Sighing, you rubbed your face and looked at her, sitting up to get yourself situated.

“I uh, I haven’t been feeling well.”

“Oh no,” she set the file on to the counter, making her way over to you. “What’s been off lately?”

“I just get really bad headaches, migraines almost. My body feels so heavy and sore and I feel like I’ve gained so much weight,” you sighed and let your eyes close. “I’m just not feeling like myself.”

She nodded, writing down everything in her file before she dropped it once more. “Let’s get some tests running and see what’s going on, yeah?”



You felt every second passed like it was an entire year. She’d been gone for at least 15 minutes and the longer you waited, the faster your heart thudded in your chest. After pricking and drawing blood, she’d excused herself to get the results.

“Baby, please,” Harry breathed out, his voice sounding a bit shaky himself.

He was scared, just as scared as you. But he was trying to keep it together for your sake, for the baby. He just wanted to wrap you in his arms and tell you that you were just fine, but he couldn’t do that until the doctor confirmed.

The door creaked open and she stepped in, her brows furrowing together as she read the lab results.

“Is everything okay?” You managed to get out, your hand squeezing Harry’s tightly and you noticed the blood drain from it.

“Well, yes and no. It seems you’ve developed preeclampsia,” she looked up at you and sat down on her stool. “The reason you’ve been having headaches and gaining weight is because of it. Your blood pressure is high, very high. If we don’t get you on the right medications, it could harm you and the baby.”

“Oh my God,” you felt the tears prick your eyes and you blinked rapidly to try and fight them away.

He felt his heart sink in his chest. He felt like his worst nightmare was coming to life and he could only sit there and take it in. He looked up at you and when he saw the tears brim your eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from chewing the inside of his cheek.

“What can we do?” He asked, his voice small as he straightened himself up in the chair.

“We’re going to get her on medication and I want her to check her blood pressure when she wakes up, before and after she eats, and before bed. Lastly, I don’t want her getting worked up over anything and I know it must be hard with a toddler in the house, but I need you to take it easy. I’m going to put you on bed rest.”

“A-And the baby?” You let a tear slide down your cheek, quickly reaching up to wipe it away.

“You’ll both be just fine as long as you do what’s told,” she cracked a small, reassuring smile. “If anything else happens, the first thing you do is reach me. If you can’t get a hold of me, go straight to the hospital.”

Harry nodded, his hand giving your thigh a soft squeeze. He let out a breath and he ran his hand over his face. “I’ll make sure she stays in bed,” he looked up at you. “I’ll take off of work until the baby’s here.”

“I think that’s what’s best,” she nodded as she began to write on her prescription pad. After a few moments of silence, she gave you a soft squeeze on the arm.

“You’ll be absolutely fine, darling. I don’t want you to worry, okay? As long as Harry’s there to take care of you, I know you’ll be safe.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled, climbing off the examination table with shaky legs.

“Stay well.”


“Baby, you haven’t said anything since we left,” he glanced over at you as he drove along. Being stuck in traffic had your thoughts running, your thumb caught between your teeth.

“What am I supposed to say?” You mumbled, your gaze focused on the cars passing slowly beside you.

“You heard what she said, my love. You’re just fine,” he reached over and took your smaller hand in his. “Please don’t over think this.”

“I can’t,” you sighed. “W-What if something happens?” You looked over at him, noticing as his hand gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Nothing’s going to happen, baby. Absolutely nothing. As long as I’m around, you’ll be perfectly fine.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I love you and I would never let anything happen to you or our son. This is just a bump in the road and we’re going to get over this. In just a few weeks, we’ll have Noah in our arms and he’ll be perfect.”

“Daddy,” Darcy’s sleepy voice came from behind you and he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

“Hi, sleepy head,” he cracked a small smile. He watched as she leaned her head against the side of the car seat. You dug around her baby bag and pulled out one of her bottles filled with apple juice. You turned back to her, handing her bottle over and watching as she took it, happily slipping it between her lips and sipping on it.

“No more worries, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“Okay,” you tried to sound confident, but the shakiness in your voice made it impossible.


“I talked to Simon and he’s understanding,” he ruffled his hair to get it to dry as he stepped into the bedroom after a shower. “Somewhat.”

“Harry, the album,” you looked up at him, nestled underneath the duvet with Darcy beside you, her head resting on your chest.

“I don’t care,” he shook his head, making his way over to the bed and climbing in. “Nothing is more important than my family. Nothing.”

Darcy shot up and grinned at him, crawling over and flopping down against his chest. He grunted, laughing as he scooped her into his chest.

“You’re getting so big,” he mumbled against her curly hair. “And you’re going to be a big sister soon.”

Her eyes glanced over at you and she cracked a smile, climbing off of his chest and towards you. You pouted, opening your arms for her and letting her rest against you.

“I love you, Darcy,” you whispered, your lips pressing to her forehead. She looked up at you, a smile still pressed to her face. “Can Mumma get some kisses? I’m not feeling too good.”

She leaned up on her knees and pressed her lips to yours, letting out a loud smack as she pulled away. You laughed, your arms kept around her as she giggled.

“Darcy, you have to be very gentle with Mumma,” Harry pointed to your belly. “She doesn’t feel well and we have to make sure the baby is okay.” She looked up at him and then back down to your belly.

“Baby?” She pointed, her eyes looking up at you. You nodded, giving your belly a soft rub.

“Baby.” You watched as she leaned over to press a kiss and giggle, her fingers falling into her mouth.

“Baby!” She squealed, crawling back over to her father and landing against his chest. She yawned against him, her eyes beginning to lull close. Lifting her into his arms, he slid out of bed before glancing back at you.

“I’m going to get her settled into bed and I’ll be right back.”


After at least an hour of getting her to steadily sleep, he trudged back into the bedroom to find you fast asleep. He slid in beside you carefully, trying his best not to stir you.

He sighed. This was the last thing he wanted and to be honest, he was still scared. His nerves wouldn’t be put at ease until you had a safe delivery and a healthy Noah was in his arms. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Everything’s going to be just fine,” he whispered. “I would never let anything happen to you or Noah and that’s not going to stop now. I’m going to do whatever it takes. We’ve come this far and it’s only going to get better, I promise.”

You cracked an eye open and it startled him a bit, his brows furrowing together. “I’m sorry if I woke you up,” he breathed, his arm coming to drape around your waist.

“I wasn’t completely asleep.” The thoughts were still eating you up.

“I want you to relax. Please, no more thinking. You’re okay, he’s okay. No more bad thoughts. I love you,” he pressed his lips to yours before pulling back.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, your eyes looking up to meet his. “I don’t know how I’d be able to do this without you.”

“You’ll never have to because I’m going to be here every step of the way. I made that promise when we got married and I plan on keeping it for the rest of my life.”


“And ever.”

There you have it, lovelies. Thank you to both anons who requested teaching Darcy to be gentle and the missus not feeling well. I hope everyone enjoys! Drop by my ask for some feedback or anything else on your mind! Love you, darlings. 

Anna x 

anonymous asked:

so how about one where you and Harry are supposed to be celebrating your anniversary so his mum takes the little one for you both but then s/he gets homesick right when you're in the middle of the good good so you go pick her/him up and celebrate as one big happy family (I don't know why I'm doing this o myself)

It was your 5 year anniversary and Anne had been more than willing to have y/d/n over for some quality nana and baby time. Harry had booked reservations at the two of yours favorite place and was defiantly going to treat you to a good night.

Dinner was perfect, the two of you shared a piece of chocolate cake just like you did on your second date when he took you here. After the two of you went and caught a movie and decided to head home.

The moment the door closed he was on you, pushed you up against the wall and had his mouth sucking at your neck in minutes. Moans were falling from your lips and you gripped onto his hair. “Bed…Harry…” You breathed and he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and his lips never leaving your neck.

He gently laid you down the bed and kissed down the exposed cleavage you had from your dress, pulling a shoulder of the dress down and sucking a mark on the side of your breast. “Ugh wanted this damn thing off t’ moment I saw yeh in it.”

His voice was filled with lust and your fingers were moving fast unbuttoning his shirt off and peeling it off of him. You were fumbling with his jeans button when you felt his phone vibrating. “Harry?” You stopped and looked up at him.

“ ’S probably nothin just keep goin…” He leaned back down and continued his assault on your chest. The vibrating stop and you had moved on to unzipping his pants when it started again.
“H-Harry wha..what if it’s your mum?” He groaned and pulled his phone out.

“ ‘Ello? Wha? She okay? I ugh yeah tha’s fine mum no it’s okay…” He hung up and you felt like you were going to throw up at how anxious you were about what he was going to say.

“Y/d/n threw up and won’t stop cryin’ keeps saying she wants us and mum can’t calm her…” His eyes were still dark but they were also filled with regret. “Oh god hey it’s okay we can do this anytime yeah? Let’s just go get our baby I know she needs her daddy to make her feel better just let me change.”

You had changed into some jeans and one of his tshirts where he had just put his shirt back on. The drive to Anne’s was quiet save for the radio, you knew he was nervous because she hadn’t ever been sick and not had him there to tell her it was okay.

When you pulled up Harry bolted to the front door and rushed in, hearing his babies soft cries from the living room. “Daddy!!” She called out and when you got into the living room she was in his arms and he was swaying her back and forth.

“Hey baby love you’re okay. Yeh got a little sick hmm?” She nodded her head in his shoulder and you went over to them. “Look there’s mumma baby.”

Her head turned and her green eyes much like her daddies were filled with tears and you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “She’s a bit warm, why don’t we get her to bed.”

“You guys are more than welcome to stay the night, I’ll get some more blankets and put them in Harry’s room.” Anne said and rubbed her granddaughters back.

“Thank yeh mum.” Harry had finally gotten her to quiet down. “Hi baby did daddy make you feel better? You want to have a cuddle in daddies old bed, maybe have a bath first?” You whispered to her. She nodded and wrapped her arms tighter around Harry’s next.

After her bath Harry had dressed her in fresh pj’s and changed himself into sweats and a KISS tshirt. When you came out of the bathroom you found them both snuggled up to each other, your daughter sound asleep clutching his arm and her mermaid stuffed toy.

You smiled at them, the night may not have gone as planned but this was better than anything. “Happy Anniversary my love.” He whispered and kissed you. “Happy Anniversary to you.” You smiled.

Daddy's Here

I Have Loved You Since Series: Daddy’s Here



He needed to wake soon; Penelope would be up any minute and he needed to start breakfast for the kids. His body was sprawled across the king size bed, hugging your small pillow against his chest. You had left for the weekend to go on a holiday with the girls and you weren’t meant to be back until later this afternoon. He was tired, he didn’t know how you always managed to do this while he was away. You must have been Superwoman if you are able to handle all four of the kids at once. 

He brought his hands over his face, giving his tired eyes a rub before looking up at the ceiling. The house was quiet, the kids were still asleep, it was only 9 a.m. and the boys normally wouldn’t wake unless you or Harry had driven a truck into the house. 

The bedroom door swung open to four screaming kids running in, “Daddy!” Stefan climbed onto the bed, bringing his legs to straddle Harry’s stomach while Noah jumped on over at your side. Darcy held Penelope in her arms, standing aside before settling the giggly baby by his side. 

“Good morning my babies,” Harry’s raspy voice mumbled. He peppered Penelope’s tiny face with small kisses while she bubbled and slapped her hands against Harry’s unshaven face. Darcy took a seat on the edge and watched while her two brothers tangled with each other. “How long have you guys been awake?”

Noah sat up, pushing his brother’s foot out of his face, “Just a bit, we heard P crying so we went into her room but we couldn’t get her out of her crib so we called Darcy.”

Harry chuckled, “Well done then. Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” Stefan marveled, laying across the bed comfortably. 

“Darce, why don’t you take the boys and P downstairs and I’ll meet you there,” he handed Penelope to Darcy before the boys nearly fell off the bed, running after Darcy out the door. 


He stood by the stove, pouring the beaten egg onto the frying pan while the kids surrounded the island with their fruits. Penelope tapped her hands on her high chair table, wailing for food. “I’m coming, my love, I’m almost done,” he cooed, slipping the omelet onto the plate, placing it in front of Stefan. 

He quickly ran over to the sink, pouring her recipe into the small baby bottle before running the bottle under the warm water. Soon enough, her wails grew louder and her tiny legs began kicking against the seat. Darcy stood from her chair and picked her up in her arms, beginning to bounce her gently to calm her cries. “Shh,” she hushed. “Daddy?”

“It’s almost done, baby. Give me a second,” he grunted, burning himself under the water. He tightened the cap before rushing over to where Darcy stood, taking Penelope into his arms. “Okay, here you go, my love,” he slipped the rubber top into her mouth and her whimpering slowed. “You’re alright.”

The newly turned 1 year old was still getting accustomed to drinking from a bottle. He tried his best for the last few days to comfort her as much as possible but she wanted to her mumma. 

Noah ran off into the family room, turning the tv on before Stefan quickly followed, “Boys! Did you finish your homework? You’ve got classes tomorrow!" 

"Yeah!” He heard them both holler through the halls. Darcy set the dishes in the sink before rinsing them off and placing them in the dishwasher. Harry placed Penelope back down in her seat with some small crackers before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. 


Harry was sat on the floor in the family room with Penelope in his lap, drifting off to sleep. He felt his phone buzz behind him on the couch with your name and picture filling the screen. He was quick to swipe across the phone before bringing it to his ear. “Hey babe,” he mumbled, shifting Penelope in his lap. 

“Hey baby,” he heard you chirp over the phone. “You answered; that means you’re still alive.”

A small chuckle fell from his lips before he looked down to the wiggly, sleeping baby. “Barely. Having fun?”

He could almost see your smile over the phone. Two days felt longer than what it was supposed to be, he missed you. He didn’t like sleeping alone in such a big bed and he didn’t like the quiet nights where he wasn’t able to sip wine with you out on the deck. Everything seemed so much better when you were home.

“Yeah, it was fun. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he drawled, his lips pulling into a warm smile. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Your heart fluttered. 15 years married to this one man and still, he manages to create butterflies in your stomach. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a trip and Harry suggested you go on a holiday with some friends to relax. You had to admit you did have fun but you also missed Harry, you missed your kids, and you missed waking up to him and your little ones. “I can’t wait to see you,” you repeated. “We’re just getting off the plane, I’ll be back in an hour." 

"I’ll see you then,” he hushed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”


Stefan’s cries were filling the hallways upstairs. Harry had dashed up the stairs, following the path down to the boys’ bedroom before he pushed opened the door to find Stefan holding his knee to his chest and crying his eyes out. Noah was sat beside him, gently stroking his arm. 

“What happened?” Harry exclaimed, quickly falling to the floor. He pulled Stefan into his arms and hushed him to comfort. 

“He fell off the bunk,” Noah explained with panic in his eyes. 

Harry’s eyes drifted closed, he shouldn’t have let the boys stay upstairs alone. There wasn’t a cut or bruise anywhere but he was still crying, “Shh,” he cooed. “It’s going to be fine bubba. Where does it hurt?" 

Stefan shifted his hand over his knee to show Harry before Harry brought his hand over to the spot to give him a small rub. "It’s okay, you’ll be fine.”

“I want Mumma,” he whimpered.

Harry wanted you too; you’d know what to do. Just like his mum, you knew how to solve everything; whether it was a tummy ache or a lost toy or a broken bone, you somehow managed to help just by being there.

He lifted Stefan into his arms and brought him downstairs to the kitchen, sitting him down on the counter. “Let’s put some ice on it, it’ll help, alright?" 

Stefan hesitantly nodded before Harry softly pushed the bag of ice against his knee. Noah climbed onto the chair next to his brother before propping himself up on his elbow and dropping his chin in his palms. 

"Is he going to die?” Noah whispered.

Harry gave him a warning glare before lifting Stefan back in his arms, “No, he’s not going to die. C'mon now, he’s going to be just fine. Isn’t that right, Stef?” Harry brought his hand up to his cheek, brushing off the wet tears before reaching for Noah’s hand. 


The front door opened and your voice filled the quiet house, “I’m home!” You sang.

Your four babies appeared at the end of the hall and just as they spotted you, they began running down into your arms. “Mummy!” They all shrieked, falling into you, nearly knocking you to the floor. 

“Hello, my loves,” you hugged tightly, peppering each baby with little kisses. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”

“I’ve missed you too Mumma,” Noah pulled back. “It was a mess without you.”

“Hey now! You had fun with Daddy, didn’t you?" 

"Yeah, we did! He gave us chicken nuggets and chips,” Stefan chirped with an excited grin.

Your eyebrows poked up, looking behind the babies to find Harry slapping his hand against his face. “Did he now?” You smiled, watching the boys nod.

They left your arms and you stood to give Darcy another kiss, “Hey baby.”

“Hi Mumma,” she hugged you tightly before helping you with your bags. 

“Is that my baby girl?” You smiled, gleaming over at Penelope wiggling in Harry’s arms. Bubbles of baby giggles fell from her pink lips while she reached out, begging for your arms. “Hi baby, you look so pretty! I’ve missed you so much." 

Gurgles continued slipping while her green eyes fluttered at you. Her hands sprawled across your chest, observing your necklace while her head fell against your chin. "Oh, I’ve missed you little one,” you continued, hugging her tighter.

Harry watched your eyes sparkle, you were home and he was so glad. You opened your eyes once again and glanced over at Harry. “Hey baby,” you hummed, still holding Penelope’s head, leaning over to Harry, giving him a long, welcoming kiss. 

“Hi,” he grinned, pulling you in for a hug. He missed your scent, he missed your laugh. It was only two days but if he was honest, he couldn’t last two hours without you. You were home. 

You were his home. 

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The Good Life

Waking up to his smile was your favorite part of the morning; his hair was disheveled, his eyes were still full of slumber, and his voice was raspy.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his arm draped around your waist, his hand landing on your back.

“Good morning, handsome,” you kept your eyes closed and nuzzled into him, your hand pressed against his chest.

“How’re you feeling?” His hand slid between the two of you to give your growing swell a soft rub, his lips pressed to your forehead. “You had a rough night.”

“I’m feeling better. I just want to cuddle with you,” you pressed a kiss to his neck, your nose brushing against his chin. He laughed softly, closing his eyes as he pulled the duvet over you.

“Mm, well we’ve got a couple of minutes before one of the kids come running in here,” he smiled to himself before climbing over you, careful to shift his weight as he held a smirk.

“Harry,” you let out a giggle. “Behave.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses, going down your neck to leave love bites, before showing attention to your belly. “Good morning, little one. Are you going to be nice to mumma today?”

“Ugh, I really hope so. I’m tired of having to hang my head over the toilet,” you pouted up at him.

“I know, baby. When we get downstairs, I’ll make you a big mug of ginger tea, yeah?” He leaned down to press a kiss to your nose, earning a giggle from you.

“You’re the best,” you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. “Although your morning breath is terrible.”

He threw his head back and laughed before he leaned down to pepper your face with kisses once more.

“Daddy!” Darcy’s voice screamed out before the bedroom door was pushed open and she came bustling in. “Mumma!”

He took his place beside you again and smiled at his daughter, reaching over the bed for her before pulling her on to his chest. “Hi, princess.”

“Hi, daddy,” she giggled before looking over at you. “Hi, mumma!”

“Hi, sweetpea,” you smiled up at her. She grinned as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck.

“Daddy, can we go to the park today? And then get some ice cream?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, his hands resting on her back. “I have to go to work today, my love. And it’s very cold outside, we don’t want you to get sick, do we?”

She pouted and nodded, her hands quickly pressing to her stomach. “I’m hungry, daddy. Can we have some pancakes?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you pressed your head against his shoulder.

“We sure can,” he laughed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Is Noah up yet?”

“Yeah, he’s in his bed,” she held on to him as he began to climb out of bed. He held her to his chest as he pushed his hair back and away from his sight, a yawn escaping his lips.

“Let’s go get him and get started on those pancakes while Mumma showers, yeah?” He smiled over at you still in the bed, watching as you began to slide out.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you let his shirt drape down to your thighs as you headed into the bathroom. “Don’t burn the house down.”

“Love you too, baby.”


“Noah, you’ve got banana all over your face,” he laughed, his thumb swiping away the extra mush from his mouth. The toddler giggled, his hands reaching out to grasp the rest of his breakfast.

“Daddy, more!” He watched as his father sliced up another banana and set it in his bowl, his tiny teeth peeking from his grin.

“Okay, settle down now, pudgy,” Harry laughed, setting the bowl down in front of his son. “Aim for your mouth this time.”

“Mm, it smells yummy in here,” you peeked into the kitchen. “Did daddy really not burn the house down?”

“Mumma!” Noah shrieked, clapping his hands together, which clenched a slice of banana. You laughed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“Hi, handsome. Look at you all messy this morning,” you reached for a paper towel, taking his small hands in yours and beginning to wipe the mush away. “Just like daddy.”

Harry was quick to slap your bum playfully, causing you to shriek and jump before looking back at him, glaring.

“Hey! Daddy, that’s not nice!” Darcy yelled out, pointing her tiny finger at him. He held his hands up in surrender, holding back a smirk. “You scared Mumma!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he pouted down at her, grabbing her plate and setting it down in the sink. “I won’t do it anymore.”

“Not nice, daddy!” Noah repeated, mimicking his older sister’s actions and pointing his index finger at Harry. He couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes catching yours as he held his smirk. You blushed, shaking your head as you sat down at the table between Darcy and Noah.

“Daddy’s being naughty today,” you playfully tickled Noah’s belly, smiling as he giggled.

“Is the baby coming today, Mumma?” Darcy climbed off of her chair and stood beside you, an eager smile plastered to her face. You smiled back, your fingers brushing her chestnut curls behind her ear.

“Not today, sunshine. It’s going to be a while until the baby comes, but I promise once your baby brother or sister is here, you’ll be the first person to meet them.”

“Really?! I can do that?!” Her knees began to bounce and she glanced back at Harry, a squeal escaping her lips. You nodded, capturing pancake crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

“Of course you can. You’re their big sister, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t help but squeal again, clapping her hands in satisfaction before wrapping her arms around your torso, her lips pressed to your t-shirt-covered swell.

“Hi baby brother or sister,” the six year old lisped. “I really hope you come soon because Mumma said I can be the first to meet you. Oh, please be my sister because Noah is a boy and boys are silly. I love you,” she nuzzled her head against your belly, letting out a sigh.

You felt your heart swell and you looked over at a beaming Harry, unable to stop the smile on your face. It had been hard to explain that another baby was going to be joining the four of you in just a few months, but as your belly began to grow, Darcy began to grasp the idea. She’d learn to be careful around you and to help you around the house whenever you needed it or when Noah was getting out of hand.

But your favorite part was when you woke up in the morning with her between you and Harry, her head nuzzled against your belly as she whispered to her unborn sibling.

“That’s right, princess. Boys are silly which means you can’t get married until you’re at least fifty and I’m six feet under,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. You shook your head, laughing as you leaned back in the chair.

“What if I had to wait until I turned fifty to marry you?”

“I’d wait every second of every day,” he stood over you, your head pressed to his abdominals as you looked up at him. “And the day you’d turn fifty, I’d be waiting for you at the alter with the biggest grin on my face and counting down the seconds to hear you say ‘I do’,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips as you felt yourself beginning to get emotional. He kissed you until he heard the giggles from his daughter, quickly followed by Noah.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, quickly pecking them once more.

“I love you.”


“Okay, munchkins,” he looped the last buttons on his coat and grabbed his keys. “Come give me some kisses.” He bent down, his arms wide open as Darcy and Noah ran into them, earning a grunt from him.

“Oh, there we go,” he smiled, puckering his lips as he began to pepper each of them with his kisses.

“I’m going to miss you, Daddy,” Darcy pouted up at him, her bottom lip sticking out significantly. It made him do the same and he pulled her closer to him.

“It’s just for a little bit, my love. Maybe if you and Noah behave, Mumma will bring you two for a while,” he glanced up at you, an innocent smile on his face. You laughed, rolling your eyes as you leaned against the wall.

“Only if they behave.”

He turned his attention back to them, pushing Noah’s hair out of his eyes. “You hear that? Make sure you’re nice for Mumma so you can come see me.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Noah giggled, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Good for Mumma.”

“That’s right,” he smiled, watching as he ran back to you and crashed into your legs playfully. Darcy kept her arms wrapped around him and nodded, her identical eyes looking into his. “Does that sound good, pretty lady?”

“Yes,” she giggled, giving him a kiss as she always did whenever he left the house.

“I love you, Darcy,” his voice was soft and his smile was heart warming.

“Love you, Daddy,” she whispered, squeezing him in her hug once more before running up to her room. He laughed, getting back to his feet and made his way over to you.

“Call me if you need anything. I’ll be here in minutes,” his arms snaked around your waist, feeling the bump pressed against his stomach, causing him to smile.

“I know. And now they’re not going to leave me alone until I bring them to the studio,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Good,” he grinned, his lips brushing against your own. “I’d rather be here in bed with the three of you instead.”

“Mm,” you pressed your forehead against his own, your lips pouting. “When you get home?”

“Can’t think of anything better,” his lips were quick to capture yours and he made it last for a while, his hands sliding down to press against your bum. Breathless, you pulled away, glancing at his rosy lips and back up into his lusty eyes.

“Go before you’re late again,” you whispered, afraid your voice would be too unsteady.

“I love you, missus.”

“I love you, mister.”


“Last album boys,” Zayn breathed out, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes. “Can’t believe this is it.”

“It’s insane,” Niall sighed, shaking his head. “Who would’ve thought?”

“You guys better not get emotional right now,” Louis laughed, leaning back against the wall. “We’ve still got a couple of months.”

“We’ve gotten so far, I’m proud of us,” Liam chimed in, a smile on his face.

“We did it, boys. And I couldn’t have imagined doing this with any other 4 lads in the world.”


They’d been laughing and joking around most of the session; the song writing long forgotten. Each one telling stories from years ago and now, every story reminisced. Their lives had changed dramatically from when they had started One Direction although it had seemed like just yesterday, they were brought together.

“Remember when Harry cried when we were booted?” Louis laughed, clapping his mate on the shoulder as he did so. Harry rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up in front of him.

“Oh shut up, you guys cried too. They got Niall on video!” He pointed to the Irishman, a smirk on his face.

“I was a young lad,” Niall waved him off. “But remember when Harry cried when he got married?” He couldn’t help but break into laughter, pointing at Harry as he did so.

“You’ll understand when you get married,” Harry mumbled, his mind going back to the moment; he watched you coming down the aisle and he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. He could’ve sworn his heart skipped at least two beats when your father handed you to him, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“It’s crazy, man. Almost all of us are married and have kids or are having kids,” Louis grinned. “It’s incredible.”

“I never thought I’d get married at such a young age and now I have two of my biggest blessings and another on the way,” Harry smiled to himself.

“It’s incredible,” Zayn smiled, thinking back to his own wife waiting for him at home, pregnant and waiting for her close due date.

“We truly are blessed. I’m happily married, I’ve got 4 of the greatest brothers anyone can ask for, and a successful life; everything I always dreamt of,” Liam grinned, looking around the room at his band mates.

“We’re…we’re still going to stay in touch after this, right?” Niall was quiet, his voice almost daring as his blue orbs dashed to each of them.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Niall,” Harry shook his head. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you guys in my life. There’s nothing more I want than to continue to have you in my life.”

“We aren’t going anywhere, Haz,” Louis grinned, ruffling his hair as the rest of the boys laughed.

“Now let’s make this album something memorable.”


“Daddy!” Darcy squealed as she ran as best as she could with her coat on into his arms. He had his arms open for her and he scooped her up into his chest, a grin on his face.

“Hi, princess,” he pressed a kiss to her nose. “It’s cold out, isn’t it?” Her nose was red and her eyes were even brighter, something he absolutely adored.

“Yeah,” she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Noah was playing in the snow so Mumma had to clean him up.”

He laughed, shaking his head before he watched you make your way inside, Noah’s small hand clutched into yours as he walked beside you. He was almost hidden behind his overbearing jacket and it made him smile, knowing you’d taken extra precaution dressing them.

“Daddy!” He wobbled towards his father until he crashed against Harry’s legs, quickly being lifted into his arms.

“Look at you all snuggly in your jacket,” he laughed, wiping the contents of Noah’s runny nose on his sleeve. He helped each one out of their jackets, tossing them on to one of the chairs before he looked up at you.

“It’s freezing out there,” you mumbled before he had a chance to make a joke. He laughed as he watched you pull your own coat off, tossing it on top of the pile. Darcy and Noah had run off to the next room to be met with the boys, loudness breaking the silence previously there.

“Is that my jumper?” He smiled, making his way over to you and pulling you to his chest. Burying your head in his neck, you nodded, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, taking in his scent and letting your eyes drift close. He chuckled, his thumb rubbing circles in your back.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered. “I needed some inspiration.”

“Harry, we’re not having sex in he-“ He couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh, shaking his head.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Although…” his grasp tightened around your waist and his voice got lower, a smirk creeping to his lips. Playfully smacking his chest, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m joking,” he grinned. “I meant now that you’re here, it’ll be easier for me to write. We’re making this album about our lives, our families.”

You couldn’t help but break into a smile, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Really?”

“Really. We’re all so blessed and thankful for you guys. There’s no one else I’d rather write about. You make me happy.”

Your head fell to his chest and you bit back a smile, the blush creeping to your cheeks. You’d been married for almost seven years now and he never failed to make you blush, just as he did when you first met.

“You’re incredible,” you looked back up at him. “You’re an incredible father, incredible husband, incredible man. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done. I fall more and more in love with you every day and I don’t think it’s humanly possible.”

He took his bottom lip between his teeth and fought back a smile, his arms remaining around your waist.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing you between each word, causing you to giggle. “Thank you for sticking around through everything.”

“I wouldn’t do it for anybody else, baby. Now kiss me before the kids catch us,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughed, pulling you between his legs as he leaned back against the equipment. He captured your lips with his own and within seconds, his tongue had found it’s way into your mouth, tangling with yours.

“Aye!” Niall peeked his head into the room, his eyes narrowing in on the two of you. “Sheesh, you guys could get it on anywhere. Harry, she’s already pregnant. You got to wait for this one to arrive before trying to make another,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry.

“Ha! Another? He can carry the next one and go into labor. This one right here,” you gave your swell a soft rub. “Is the last one making their way out of this lady.”

Both of them laughed before you grabbed Harry’s hand and headed into the instrumental room. He playfully swatted your bum from behind and you squealed, turning to hit him playfully.

“Babe! Stop that,” you blushed, avoiding your gaze from his smirk. He leaned in to steal a kiss as he took the lead in front of you, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Nope. Not even when we’re fifty.”

There you go, lovelies. Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you as well as everyone else enjoys. Drop by my ask for some feedback or anything else! Love you, darlings.

Anna x 

#8. 'Bickers, Tubbies, and Promises'

Wake Me Up: Bickers, Tubbies, and Promises- One Shot #8


“Mumma, up! Up, Mumma!” Your one year old looked up at you with those doe, green eyes that she acquired from her father. Her little fingers retracted into fists as she extended her arms to you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, seeing the space next to you lacked your curly-headed husband. “Mumma, wake! Up!” Darcy squealed again, fingers retracting over and over again at a faster pace as she grew more frustrated.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, voice slightly hoarse from just waking up. Darcy whined again, causing your arms to encircle her waist, pulling her onto the bed with you. Immediately, she giggled in excitement, curling around you and your slight extended belly. “Careful, baby girl. There’s a baby inside Mumma’s belly.”

“Baby?” Darcy looked down at your slight pregnant bump, pointing to it.

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, kissing her forehead. “Just got to be really careful, so you don’t hurt your little sister or brother.

“Baby!” Darcy squealed happily, pulling your shirt up to press a slobbery kiss to the skin of your belly.

Your heart warmed with the sight. “You’re giving Baby some kisses? Where’s Mumma’s kisses?”

Darcy giggled causing a smile to curve your lips as she moved up to press her lips to yours, a smacking noise sounded as she pulled away. “Kisses for Mumma!”

“Thank you, Sunshine,” you pulled her close, peppering her face with kisses, laughing as her giggle chimed through the bedroom.


“Dadda!” Her voice was shrill, tears running down the contours of her face. Harry’s presence had been nowhere to be found for the entirety of the day, and this was the time where you needed him the most. Over the course of two weeks, Darcy has been ailing a slight ear infection. Nothing too drastic, but she’s required a dose of amoxicillin everyday after lunch. And she absolutely hated the liquid antibiotics. Tantrums were thrown as she refused to open her mouth, small lips clamped tightly shut.

“Darcy, baby, you have to take your medicine,” you attempted to soothe, bringing the cup holding the antibiotics closer as she sat on the kitchen counter in front of you. As soon as she saw it nearing her, she screamed out, moving her head to the side so you couldn’t reach her mouth.

“No, Mumma! Dadda!” She cried, her little eyes growing puffy with her distress.

Your eyes began to sting a little bit, witnessing Darcy’s distress. You rubbed your free hand over your face before taking a deep breath. “I don’t know where Dadda is, munchkin. But please take this medicine for Mumma, and then we can go watch Strawberry Shortcake. How’s that sound?”

Her bottom lip quivered as she looked at you. Her upper cheeks and eyes were red and puffy from her crying, the tip of her nose growing red as well. It shocked you on a daily basis how much she resembled her father.

“‘Shortcake?” She whimpered, attention peaking at the mention of her favorite show.

“Yes, my love. All the Strawberry Shortcake your little heart desires. But you have to drink this for Mumma first,” you reasoned, moving the medicine to her eyesight.

Darcy looked at the liquid, nose scrunching up in distaste. “Icky, Mumma.”

“I know, sweet pea. But it makes your ear feel better,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to her left ear. Darcy giggled at the feeling before looking at you a bit, opening her mouth to finally allow you give her the medicine. “That’s my girl,” you praised, watching as she swallowed the medicine before grimacing at the taste.

“Icky, icky,” she whined, sticking her tongue out. You smiled as you handed her a sippy cup full of her favorite apple juice. She took it in her tiny hands, lips curving around the nozzle as she sucked on it gratefully. After awhile she pulled it away from her lips, looking over at you. “‘Shortcake in Mumma’s room?” She asked, eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, my baby girl. We can go watch ‘Shortcake in Mumma’s room,” you smiled before pulling her on to your hip, climbing up the stairs as she squealed happily.


It was around the third episode when Darcy fell asleep on Harry’s pillow. Her tiny snores sounded through the room, reminding you of the slight congestion she still had from her ear infection. Her heart shaped lips, which were identical to Harry’s, were slightly parted as she slept soundly, the noise from the television not disturbing her one bit.

You were just nodding off alongside your daughter when you heard the front door open, Harry’s clomped footsteps sounding through. You pressed a small kiss to Darcy’s forehead, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders before venturing out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

“Where the hell have you been?” You spoke once you rounded the downstairs, seeing Harry perched on the couch as he flicked through the television channels. You made sure to keep your voice relatively low in an attempt to keep your sleeping toddler asleep.

Harry’s eyes flickered over to you, softening a bit once he took in your exhausted state. “I’m sorry, baby. There was a last call meeting at the record label, and I tried calling you, but your phone was going straight to voicemail.”

“Because it’s probably dead,” you hissed.

“Look I’m sorry, baby. I’ve said it already,” he stood up, hands in the air in mock surrender.

You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips as you spoke. “I’ve been taking care of our daughter all day as she threw a tantrum with her antibiotics again! Harry, I can’t do this on my own. Not when I have a toddler and our unborn baby inside me! It’s not how this is going to work!”

“I know!” His voice was growing louder as was yours.

“No you don’t! She’s been asking for her daddy all day today, and I couldn’t tell her where her daddy was because I didn’t know!” You referred to Darcy’s screeches for her father during the course of the entire day.

Harry’s eyes grew in hurt with the statement just as you knew they would. “Really? That’s a low blow,” he hissed once he got over his initial hurt.

“It’s how it is,” you shrugged.

“How about you stop complaining and actually be a mother? Sometimes you have to take care of your children by yourself. It’s called motherhood, baby. Get used to it,” he used the term of endearment in mocking, hissing the words past his lips. With his words, you inhaled sharply, tears pricking your eyes instantly.

Your bottom lip quivered. “Go to hell, Harry,” was all you said before storming out the house. With the sound of the front door slamming, Harry hung his head, guilt consuming him as he rubbed his hands over his face. It wasn’t until a soft whimper sounded that he finally looked up.

Darcy’s form was standing at the bottom of the stairs, bottom lip quivering as she looked up at Harry with doe eyes. “No fighting, bad,” she cried.

“Oh baby,” Harry whispered before scooping her up in his arms. Her tiny hand clutched the back collar of Harry’s shirt as she cried into his shoulder.

“No fighting, Dadda. No Mumma, Dadda fight,” she whimpered over and over again, her small tears hitting the skin of Harry’s neck.

“Mumma and Dadda didn’t mean to scare you, my love,” he whispered, kissing the side of her head. “Everything’s okay, my tiny miss.”

Darcy pulled away, eyes littered with tears as she gazed sadly at Harry. “Mumma sad.”

“I know, baby. But Mumma won’t be sad forever, I promise,” he moved the tiny curls from her tear-stained face before peppering soft kisses where the tears once were. Darcy giggled immediately, hand clutching the back of his neck.

“Too many kisses, Dadda,” she squealed, and Harry pulled away with a faux pout on his lips.

“You don’t like Dadda’s kisses, Darce. Hmm?”

Darcy giggled before squishing Harry’s cheeks in her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling away with a smacking sound. Harry smiled when she gave him a toothy grin.

“Much better, tiny miss,” he praised, moving her to settle on his hip. “How about you help Dadda make dinner, hmm?”


“Dadda, tubby!”

Harry chuckled as he watched Darcy splash the warm, bubbled water of her bath, wet hair matted to her cheeks. She squealed when the water bounced back to hit her, not expecting it as she hit it with her hands. Giggling, she hit the water again, squealing as it hit Harry this time, not her.

“Alright, you little fish. How about we keep the water inside the tub, tiny miss?” She giggled before splashing the water again—in a lighter manner this time.

“Tubby, Dadda!” She spoke again, smiling over at him with her request.

“No, Dadda’s not going to take a tubby with you tonight, love. How about tomorrow?”

Darcy’s eyebrows fell low on her forehead as she pouted, arms crossing over her tiny chest. “Tubby ‘night,” she pouted, jutting her bottom lip out with her words.

“No, not tonight, my love. It’s late, and you need to get to bed. Tomorrow night, I promise,” he kissed her wet cheek. Pouring a bit of her tear-free shampoo into his hand, he gently massaged the soapy substance into her hair as she light splashed the water. Harry grabbed the cup from her hands in order to rinse her hair out, repeating the action with her baby soap and tiny body.

Once she was all bathed, Harry grabbed her towel from the toilet seat, wrapping it around her small frame and pulling her out as the bathtub drained. He dried her off as best he could then carried her into her bedroom, letting her pick up her pajamas for the night. Naturally, she picked out the Strawberry Shortcake ones she got from Uncle Louis on her first birthday.

With brushed hair and teeth, cleaned and lotioned body, Darcy laid under the covers of her big girl bed, railing supporting the sides in case she rolled too much in the middle of the night. Harry leaned over to her, brushing a few wet strands of hair from her face, watching as she closed her eyes with his touch.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he pressed a long kiss to her forehead, smiling as her small hand clutched his neck, keeping him there. “I love you so much, tiny miss.”

“Love you, Dadda,” she whispered, her small voice slower as she grew more tired. “Where Mumma?” She hummed sleepily.

“Mumma will be home soon, sweet pea. Go to sleep.”

Gently, Harry slipped from her grip as her eyes began to flutter close. She whimpered slightly with the loss of touch, but Harry placed a final kiss to her forehead, and she finally closed her eyes, drifting to sleep.

“Goodnight, my sweet girl,” he whispered before pulling the blankets over her and stepping out of the room.

Quietly, Harry closed her bedroom door, making his way towards the bedroom the two of you shared. His heart ached as he took in the sight of you curled on the bed, eyes red and puffy from the crying that no doubt occurred tonight.

“Baby,” he whispered slightly, but you flinched with the pet name, reminded of when he used it so venomously. “When did you get home?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” your voice croaked, and Harry’s heart plummeted with the sound. “I stayed at Ivory’s for a bit. Held the new baby and whatnot,” your hand rubbed your pregnant belly with the word ‘baby.’

“Baby, I’m so sorry about what I said. I just- I shouldn’t have said it. There’s no excuse for what I did,” he made his way towards you, kneeling down on the floor by your body. Lightly, his fingers stroked the skin of your cheek. Your eyes closed with his gesture, much like Darcy did a few minutes earlier, reminding Harry of how similar his girls were. Darcy may look identical to Harry, but personality-wise, she was her mother through and through.

“I just get worried, Harry,” you opened your eyes, fresh tears residing there. “With the miscarriages, and Darcy’s pregnancy being so difficult, I don’t want to lose this one, baby. I’m only two months along, so we’re about a couple more months until the second trimester which is the safe zone of pregnancy. And I’m just scared that I could lose our baby if I’m stressed and whatnot,” you whimpered quietly. “I can’t lose another baby, Harry. I just can’t.”

Harry’s eyes softened tremendously with your pain, a bit of hurt residing there. “Baby, I didn’t know you were so worried. I’m so sorry,” he pressed his forehead to yours, allowing the breaths of your sobs to hit his face.

“I want this baby to be healthy and perfect by the ninth month. I need this baby to be okay,” you whispered.

“Hey,” Harry cooed as he pulled away, hands cupping your face. “Our baby is going to be utterly perfect just like Darcy was and is. We’ll have two beautiful children, and we’ll all the picture of health.”

“How do you know?” You sniffled.

“Because you’re their mother, baby. They’re bound to be perfect with a mother like you,” he whispered, thumbs rubbing the apples of your cheeks.

You shook your head. “I’m nowhere near a perfect mother.”

“To me, you are. And to Darcy. That little girl thinks you walk on water, love. She adores you,” he kissed your forehead.

“Tell me we’ll be okay,” you clutched to the fabric of his shirt that covered his chest. “Please.”

“We’ll be okay, my love. We’ll be perfect,” he vowed, kissing you after the words left his mouth.

“Mumma?” You pulled away from Harry, looking over him to see Darcy’s small frame standing in the bedroom’s door frame, tiny fists rubbing her eyes.

“What are you doing up, silly girl?” Harry walked over to her, scooping her up and laying her down by you before crawling in bed next, Darcy in the middle of the two of you. Darcy laid on her side facing you as her tiny fingers traced under your eyes, taking a bit of moisture with them.

“Mumma sad,” she whined, tears filling her eyes with the realization.

“No, no,” you pressed her to your chest, kissing the top of her head. “Mumma’s not sad anymore. Dadda made Mumma feel better, my love.”

“Dadda make ouchie better?” She asked, turning her head to look at Harry who was watching his girls with love and adoration in his eyes.

“Yes, tiny miss. Dadda made Mumma’s ouchie better,” you smiled at Harry before looking at Darcy. Darcy smiled before turning to Harry and placing a noisy kiss on his cheek, and Harry laughed with her gesture, pulling her in closer. It was your turn to watch with love and adoration in your eyes.

“Thank you, my dear,” Harry kissed her cheek in response. “But I think it’s time for you to sleep.”

“Sleep here?” She asked, eyes wide as she looked at Harry. Harry’s eyes flickered to yours, and you shrugged your shoulders, finding no harm in Darcy sleeping here for one night.

“Okay, tiny miss. You can sleep here tonight,” he whispered, pulling the covers over the three of you. Both your and Harry’s arms moved to drape across Darcy’s body as she laid on her back. Your hand gripped his forearm as his found a home on your waist. His forehead pressed to yours, Darcy’s sides settled on the both of your chests.

“I love you,” you whispered to Harry as Darcy’s light snores echoed through the room.

“I love you, little miss,” he kissed your lips lightly before promising, “Everything will be okay.”

You shook your head. “No, everything will be perfect.”


Here’s the first shot of Harry and little miss as parents! I hoped you liked it! Thank you to anon for the request, and I hope it was what you wanted!

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Looovvveeedd that Niall divorce one!! Can you do one for Louis? Xoxo

“Mumma?” Louis heard his little one ask from the other room. “Why are you crying?” Tommy wondered.

“I’m just a little sad, love bug,” you answered. “I’ll be fine,” you said bravely and sniffled.

“Do you wanna hug Mumma?” He said.

“Yes, baby, I would love a hug,” you giggled and Louis imagined how nice that looked with his little boy hugging you and he could have just gone in the other room to look but he didn’t want to. He knew you wouldn’t tell him. Louis was going to have to tell him.


“Yes, baby,” you cooed.

“Are you and Daddy not in love anymore?” He asked.

You couldn’t speak. It hurt too much to think like that. This little boy was too observant. It pained you. “Tommy I will always love Daddy,” you said firmly. “Just like I’ll always love you.”

And then Louis felt something in his chest that he hadn’t felt in months. His heart twisted. He honestly should have known that you would still love him. You always said you would and you never broke your promises. Louis felt terrible in that moment. Was he really going to leave the love of his life because the two of you had been arguing more than loving?

The papers sat in an envelope at the bottom of his drawer and he didn’t want to sign them but he felt he had to. He just thought he had gotten married too young and it was ruining his life and your life.

“Are you and Daddy mad at me?” Tommy asked.

And then Louis really felt like an ass. The baby had gotten your insecurity and maybe that was Louis’ fault because he never eliminated it from you even though you were everything to Louis.

“No! Baby, never,” you swore and Louis heard you peppering kisses along his skin. The little one giggled and then Louis heard your tiny little laugh that he fell in love with years ago when he used the cheesiest of cheesy pickup lines on you.

“Mumma,” he asked. “Are you going to leave Daddy?” He wondered.

“I’m not sure honey bunch,” you sighed sadly.

“Well…can you at least teach Daddy how to cook? He’s not very good,” he said knowingly.

You laughed softly. “Sure baby,” you giggled.

Louis smiled sadly laying back on the bed and staring up the ceiling. This was home and he didn’t want to leave. But wasn’t it for the best if you were both miserable?

So Louis thought for a moment where the fight had started. Both of you arguing all the time and Louis realized a lot of it was you trying to accommodate his lifestyle and taking care of the baby. You just wanted Louis to be around Tommy because he adored him so much. Louis should have taken care of that better than he had been.

“Sweetheart,” Louis called gently.

Confused, you put on Power Rangers for Louis’ mini-me and slowly walked toward the bedroom. Clearing your throat you leaned against the doorframe and pulled your cardigan tight around you. “Yes’m?” You asked.

“Did you mean that?” He wondered.

You blushed and Louis noticed how deep your eyes were. As much as he hated when you did, he couldn’t help but notice how shiny your eyes were after you cried. “Mean what?” You wondered.

“That you’ll always love me?” He repeated.

You looked at the floor and swallowed hard. “I promised to, yes,” you said to the floor and spun the diamond ring around your finger.

“Why?” He said. “I haven’t been nice to you in weeks,” he reminded you.

“Just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you ever,” you promised him.

Louis nodded. “When did I start being a jerk?”

“You were never a jerk, you just…don’t love me anymore,” you shrugged and looked down the hall to avoid his eyes.

Louis stood up and walked over to the door. He pressed himself flat against you and he turned your face to stare into your eyes. “I have never stopped loving you. I have loved you more even when I hated you. I have loved you more now than the day I met you. I loved you more than I ever thought possible when you take care of Tommy and reassure him everything will be fine. Don’t ever say I don’t love you, I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he said.

You blushed and sniffled. “Then why do you want to get a divorce,” you whispered.

Louis swallowed thickly kicking himself for not hiding that envelope better. Of course you did his laundry. He honestly should have known better. “Because I’m an idiot, my love,” he said. “And I do stupid things—” he shook his head. “I don’t think about my actions. I think about what I want in the moment and I wanted you to be happy when I was making you miserable,” he said.

You shook your head. “Louis, I’m convinced I’ll die without you,” you told him.

He smirked. “Other way around, my love,” he said quietly.

You giggled and bravely you tucked yourself under Louis’s chin and held him tightly. He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you for all he was worth. “Do you guys love each other again?” Tommy asked.

You both turned to look at the little one. “Yes, silly,” Louis rolled his eyes. “Now why don’t we go finish Power Rangers, you’re missing the best part.”

Louis twined your fingers with his and as Tommy bounced back to the living room he pulled you toward him and kissed you hotly on the mouth. “That’s much better,” he said afterwards and pulled you behind him to the living room.