nursery series

anonymous asked:

Futuristic detective series about a human and alien detectives.

Longtime (and probably shorttime) readers of this blog know that when faced with a scenario, there’s like a 10% chance I will actually come up with something, a 70% chance of gifs, and a 20% chance of something.¹ Today: something else.

There is a lovely series by Jasper Fforde called the Nursery Crime series and among it’s many quirks, it has a side character named Ashley, who is an alien serving as a detective on the police force. Ashley’s species speaks binary² and aliens came to earth to find out why there wasn’t a third season of Fawlty Towers. The aliens in the books do not get nearly enough spotlight. On the other hand, the first book is about solving the murder of Humpty Dumpty³ so there are other things to keep your attention.

¹Statistics made up on the spot but probably have some truth maybe I don’t have the time to go calculate statistics of all previous asks 

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³Chrome’s spellcheck would like to change this to “Humphrey Dumpy”


Steven Moffat Appreciation Day 2015

Steven Moffat’s poetics is very unique in many ways. There are several characteristic features that come to my mind when somebody mentions Moffat’s Doctor Who. I think of that fairy tale vibe appearing in most of his works, ordinary things as dust or statues turned into scary monsters, exploring the consequences of the Doctor’s deeds, myths and legends, and… poems. Moffat, more often than his co-workers, includes his own short poems in his scripts. They are a lovely touch that perfectly fits Moffat’s lyrical style.

Those poems are very simple, there are no complicated figures of speech. I’d more likely call them nursery rhymes, strict in their rhythm and simple in rhymes. However, these poems are very rich with symbolism. Just look at them and read them again and think about how they accompany the story. Yes, they don’t only accompany the story, they tell the story. They beautifully summarize the central thought or the plot and tell them in a concentrated, but a very accurate way. How beautiful is that? Steven transforms his stories into nursery rhymes which works as intertexts within the scripts.

The four-line stanza from The Time of the Doctor describes the upcoming regeneration, comparing the Doctor’s lives to the clock - yes, some people might consider it too obvious and cheesy, but on the other hand, nobody used this metaphor in the show before. Another thing is the poem from The Beast Below which describes not only the episode itself but could also be considered a characterization of the newly regenerated 11th Doctor and the story arc of series 5. Same goes for the poem whispered by the terrifying Whispermen, reminding us that the Doctor won’t live forever and his journey is about to end at Trenzalore. The quote Such a lovely old song. But is it about him? speaks for itself. The story of the Doctor echoes throughout the universe. There are so many theories about him and River and this is one of them, formed in a catchy rhyme, a story about love and death, read by children’s voices. And perhaps Demons run when a good man goes to war… is one of them, as well; the fight for little Melody, captured in hauntingly beautiful words, read by grown-up River herself – to me, this is the most powerful scene in the whole episode. The last poem we’ve heard was used in Listen, telling a horror myth about something under your bed. A poem that made the Doctor travel to the end of the universe to find out whether there was a grain of truth hidden in the rhyme.

I’m patiently waiting for this year’s nursery rhyme. This series is about to end very soon… Will it appear though? Will there be a goodbye poem for the impossible girl?

#93: Pregnancy Series | Baby Nurseries


Pregnancy schedule:8 Months pregnant

Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 1

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 2

Morning Sickness

Telling The Boys

Telling His Family

The Bump Starts To Show

First Ultrasound Scanning

Telling The Fans

Mood Swings


The Baby Kicks For The First Time

Finding Out The Gender

Discussing Baby Names

He Talks To The Bump

Aches And Pain

Shopping For Baby Clothes

You’re Horny

He’s Protective Of Your Bump

Baby Shower


The white carpet under Luke’s bare feet was warm and sending out a nicefeeling as he walked around in the small nursery, his eyes half open and shut in tiredness, heading right towards the white rack of the window, leaning his body next to it and taking a look around the room. The clock was way over bedtime, but he couldn’t sleep and couldn’t get himself to wake you up, he knew that you would either eat his head off or simply not getting the chance to sleep again after being awoken from a slumber. At this point of the pregnancy, sleep was one of your only and favourite sources, but to Luke’s cons, it was almost like insomnia had taken over his damn mind and body. Ever since the nursery had been painted, decorated and filled up with furniture and clothes, the realization of what was going to happen in a few weeks had hit Luke. Not on the bad way though, but in a clear father way. He knew that in a few weeks, his life would be changed forever; he knew that there was no backing down now and it wasn’t just some kind of prank show. Thoughts like this would swim around in his mind like a wavy tsunami, making it hard for him to sleep which were the mainly cause of him sitting in the nursery just by himself and admiring the room. It had turned out way prettier than what he had expected it to be, but he knew your creative skills of architect would make it into something special and it really was to him. He could use his time in this room to the early hours of the morning, sitting in the baby blue chair in the corner and looking around, sometimes with his guitar in his hand and playing random lullabies. But Luke almost failed every time in a mission of not waking you up. There was just something about the two of you sleeping in the same room together, even though there was no cuddling you had gotten so used to him being there that it was uncomfortable not having him in there. Luke’s face changed into a disappointed one when he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, you letting out a sigh as you walked towards him and took a seat next to him on the rack, looking at him up and down. ”Are you nervous?” You asked, Luke looking over at you with his lips shut tight in a straight line, nodding his head. ”It’s going to be alright and we will work it out in the end. I promise.” You tried to reassure, Luke only nodding his head and not saying a thing. He took a look down at your clothes, bare legs and his old smiley tee totally stretched out due to the none stop growing belly. His hand came up to your fabric covered belly, rubbing it up and down in a slow motion. Luke looked up from your stomach to take a look in your eyes, noticing the bags under your eyes and getting eye contact with you. The two of you stared at each other in silence, almost as if you guys were reading each other’s minds, but no words came out. Luke was about to speak up, opening his mouth and letting words but was interrupted when kicks appeared against his palm, catching both you and his attention. Luke let out a small laugh by the sudden contact, rubbing his hand up and down. ”He knows you’re here.” Your statement made Luke furrow his eyebrows as you stood up from the rack, smiling down at him. ”He knows his daddy.” Luke let out a small smile as you smiled at each other for some seconds before you turned around, ”Gotta go to the toilet now though, it’s kicking my bladder.” Luke nodded his head as he leaned his head against the window, watching you disappear out of the room, making Luke stand up from the rack as well. This would definitely be one of his favourite places in the world from now on.


”Y/N?” Your name was being yelled from the bedroom making you tear your eyes away from the mirror in front of you, your eyebrows furrowing. ”What’s going on?” You yelled back, turning your attention back to yourself and continuing on brushing out the knots in your wet hair, trying to combine it into a ponytail. ”Can you come here for a second?” Calum asked with his voice faint making you roll your eyes. ”I’m the pregnant one here.” You grumbled, more to yourself than him as you walked out of the bathroom and heading towards your bedroom. You walked into the room, or at least trying to as Calum had thrown almost every piece of his clothing from the dresser onto the floor in frustration, his back facing you as he was bowed down to roam in the other dresser, confuse and frustration clear on his features. ”What’s going in here?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, Calum turning around to look at you. ”I can’t find my freaking Liverpool Jersey and I’ve been looking for what feels like forever. Have you seen it?” Your lips pursed into a straight line as you tried to control your face expression, but Calum saw right through you. ”Where is it?” He asked, making you roll your eyes at him before letting out a sigh. ”It was supposed to be a surprise as it’s not done yet.” You explained as you pulled him down towards the nursery room, Calum knitting his eyebrows before you opened the door and let him in. His mouth changed into a surprised one as he looked around at the room, noticing how the progress of it was almost finished, his face moving around to see all the objects. ”What happened in here?” He asked in awe, noticing his jersey hanging against the crib. ”Mali and I took over this place. Noticing the colors?” Calum nodded his head as he looked around, his hand touching the different things. ”It’s uh..” He let out giggle in cuteness, looking over at you who were standing with a cocky smirk. ”It’s Liverpool colors.” He stated to himself, you nodding your head. ”It was Mali’s idea. She had been listening to you talking about having your own little Liverpool Star. So we made the nursery a little bit different than what we planned together. I hope you’re okay with it because it took a hella lot of time.” You explained, Calum walking towards you before placing his hands on your massive belly, a silly smile on his face. ”It’s literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I wouldn’t change it for the world.” You let out a smile in satisfaction as Calum was still amazed by the room, barely having eye contact with you as he admired the room. ”But you’re going to deal with Mali, she was the one wanting to keep it a secret.” Calum laughed by your comment, nodding his head and pulling out his phone to dial her number. ”I’ll just say that it was an accident and I randomly went into the room, she can’t blame me for that.” He chuckled, walking towards the posters that were hanging on the wall, noticing one of his favourite players printed on it. ”As long as I won’t get the trash.” You smiled, walking towards the crib and grabbing his jersey. You reached out for him to grab it but he denied and shook his head, ”I want it to be in here, it fits better here than on my body.” Your giggle filled Calum’s ears which made him put out a smile. You hung the shirt back on the rack of the crib before walking towards Calum and hugging him, ready to hear him trying to compose himself towards Mali.


Your arms were spread out in the air in confuse as you tried to walk without any vision, having Michael’s hands almost covering your whole face with his hands to make sure that you weren’t cheating, and Ashton beside you trying his very best to stabilize you as the boys were in the middle of showing you the nursery they had been creating all day. Since 8AM to be exact, Ashton and Michael had been working on the room for your little one and not wanting you to get near it in any way, not even to bring them sandwiches for lunch, they really wanted everything to be a surprise. ”I hope it’s not something like pirates or such..” You stated as they followed you into the nursery, Michael letting out a snort, ”I know we’re having a girl Y/N, I’m not dumb.” ”I just wanted to make sure.” You shrugged with a laugh, feeling them stop you and before you managed to react, Michael had removed his eyes. ”Oh my god..” Was the only thing you could manage to get out of your lips as you looked around the room in pure  happiness, your hand coming up to touch the crib in the corner until your eyes landed on the wall next to it. ”This is so adorable.” Your eyes were glued to the wall with the music notes on it, Michael standing with a pleased smile on his lips as he watched your reaction. ”okay, be honest with me, none of you did this right?” You chuckled as you walked towards the wall with the Lullaby music notes on it, your hand coming up to admire the beautiful piece of art. ”We did.” Ashton chuckled in a lie, the boys walking over towards. ”Be honest with me.” Ashton and Michael looked between each other with a chuckle, shrugging their shoulders as if they didn’t know. ”Michael.” You warned, crossing your arms and giving him a small smile in disbelief, the boy letting out a childish chuckle before loosening his before crossed arms, letting them fall down to his waist as he let out a ”Fine.”. ”My mom maybe helped a little bit.” He smiled, looking up at the art proud. ”I thought that as well.” You admitted, sending Michael a smile as you all looked up at it. ”But this isn’t the only thing.” Michael suddenly said, making you tear your eyes from the wall to look at him confused. ”What have you done?” You asked with a smile and a lifted eyebrow, watching as Ashton went over to the window, shutting off the curtain, leaving the room in darkness besides the lamp in ceiling that was still on. ”Check this out.” Michael smiled, turning off the lamp and turning on another button, the room going from being complete dark to having small lights up in the ceiling, your mouth opening agape as you rested your head on your neck to watch. ”You made her a starry sky?” You asked in awe, a hand coming up to rest over your mouth in surprise. ”We thought it would be really cute.” Ashton giggled, Michael coming up from your behind and placing his hands on your belly. ”I remember you mentioning that you were scared of the dark when you were baby. So I thought it might go in heritage, which made me think about this. I hope you like it because it took nearly an hour and three electric shocks to make this.” ”I love it more than life.” You smiled, moving your head around to place a kiss to Michael’s cheek before walking over to Ashton and doing your best to give him a hug with the belly in the way, almost at this point of letting out a tear from your eye in awe, this room was literally cuter than ever and the boys really worked hard on it.


Team working with Ashton and Calum was actually a pretty good combination to create and decorate your nursery. The two boys were to your big surprise, pretty handy with collect furniture together and painting. Even though they did have their immature sides, they could actually make out something nice. The three of you were currently in what was going to transform into a baby twins nursery in the matter of hours, both you and Ashton determined to make the room finished today, having so many other things to think about besides this and with the great help of Calum, the room was faster finished than ever. Ashton roamed through his toolbox to find a drill he could use for the wall, looking around until he find it with a smile, you and Calum doing other things such as folding clothes into the already collected dresser or just collecting other furniture. Ash drew dots around where he was going to make holes before he turned on the drill, ready to work with it.  Ashton stopped using the drill when he was satisfied with the holes in the wall to hang up the beige curtains above where the cribs should be standing, moving away to take a look. ”It looks fine right?” He asked, looking back at you and Calum. ”It looks nice.” Calum commented, you nodding along and walking towards him. Ashton let out a smile by Calum’s comment, placing the drill on the working table next to him. He noticed how the plaster and wood from the wall had created a big amount of dust which made him blow to get it away, yet he blew it towards your face. Your nose caught the dust in a rather big amount which made you place your hands in front of your face before sneezing out loud, feeling wetness starting to happen around your legs. ”Oh no.” You exclaimed, your eyes going wide as you looked up at Ashton in panic, his eyebrows furrowing in confuse before his eyes adverted down to your belly and a little bit further down until he noticed the big dark gray stain around the smaller part of your belly and going further down to your otherwise black leggings. ”Did your water break?!” He exclaimed rather loudly, catching Calum’s attention from one of the other furniture, his eyes wide as well as the two of you watched Ashton throw the things in his hands in pure panic yelling up that Calum should get an ambulance and other none understanding mumbles, walking towards you and placing his arms on your upper arms, ”Ash calm down, nono.” You tried to calm down his panic in almost a laugh, Ashton almost panting and looking at you in confuse. ”If you’re not in labor, what’s going on then?” He asked in confuse looking you up and down. Your cheeks rose into a pink color before you let out a awkward laugh, ”I think I peed on myself.” Calum let out a disgusted sound before Ashton’s face expression changed, taking a step away from you, ”Hey don’t give me that expression, the twins are pressing my bladder so it doesn’t take much for me to pee!” Ashton ran a hand through his hair with a laugh afterwards, shaking his head at you. ”Don’t give me a heart attack again please.” You nodded your head as you walked towards the exit with a laugh splitting from your lips, ready to get some new pants on. ”I liked that reaction though, can’t wait to see when the deal is real.” Calum stated, Ashton sticking his tongue out at him before moving down to grab the things he had thrown earlier. ”I’ve promised myself that I won’t react like that, but when it’s the real deal I have no honest idea of how to react. Maybe it might be my turn to pee my own pants.” Ashton chuckled to himself as Calum laughed at him, shaking his head by the curly haired boy.

Preference Master List

Preference 1….. Where You Meet 

preference 2….. First Date 

preference 3….. First Kiss

preference 4…… How You Cuddle

preference 5……. His Reaction to You Snorting When You Laugh (reqested)

preference 6…… How You Hug

Preference 7…… your son (Baby)

preference 8….. Your Daughter (baby)

preference 9….. Your Son (toddler)

preference 10…. Your Daughter (toddler)

preference 11…. Your Son (teenage)

preference 12…. Your Daughter (teenage)

preference 13…. The Concert You Take Him to

Preference 14…… The Necklace He Buys You

Preference 15…… The Bracelet He Gets You

preference 16…… The Shoes He Gets You

Preference 17…… Promise Ring

Preference 18…… How He Propose

Preference 19…… The Ring

Preference 20…… Wedding Invitations

Preference 21…… Storybook Wedding Invitation

Preferences 22…… Engagement Party

Preference 23…… Save The Date

Preference 24……. Storybook Wedding Save The Date

Preference 25…… Rehearsal Dinner

Preference 26…… Wedding

Preference 27…… Storybook Wedding

Preference 28……. Best Man

Preferences 29…… Maid of Honor

Preference 30…… His Tux

Preference 31……. Your Wedding Dress and Flowers

Preference 32…… Storybook Wedding Tux

Preference 33…… Storybook Wedding Dress

preference 34…… Groomsmen Tuxs

preference 35…… Bridesmaid Dress and Flowers

preference 36……. Storybook Groomsmen

preference 37…… Storybook Bridesmaid

Preference 38…… Reception

Preference 39…… Storybook Reception

Preference 40……. Wedding Cake

Preference 41…… Storybook Wedding Cake

Preference 42…… Wedding Photo

Preference 43……. Bridal Party Photo

Preference 44…… You and the Girls

Preference 45…… Him and the Boys

Preference 46….. Just Married Photo

Preference 47……. Wedding Exit and Transportation

Preference 48…… Honeymoon

Preference 49….. The Dog He Gets You

Preference 50…… Movie Night and Outfit

Preference 51…… A Rainy Day Kiss

Preference 52…… Day at the Beach

Preference 53……. Snowy Day

Preference 54….. What He Does On You Anniversary

Preference 55……. What He Gets You For Your Birthday

Preference 56……. The Sport Event He Takes You To

Preference 57…….. Show You Watch Together

Preference 58…… Broadway Show He Takes You To

Preference 59…….. Your Hobbies/Job

Preference 60……. What You Bake Together

Preference 61…… Food You Make Together

Preference 62…… Restaurant That He Always Takes You To

Preference 63……… Good Morning Text

Preference 64…….Hes Text You on Your Period

Preference 65…… Goodnight Texts

Preference 66…… I Miss You Text

Preference 67…….The Phone Case He Gets You

Preference 68…….Couple Phone Case

Preference 69……. Disney Couple Phone Case

Preference 70…….. Couple Tee Shirt

Preference 71…… The Love Song You Sing Together

Preference 72…… Together On The Red Carpet

Preference 73…… How He Likes Your Nails

Preference 74…… The Picture Of him On Your Phone

Preference 75……. Your Celebrity Best Friend (Males)

Preference 76…….Your Celebrity Best Friend (Females)

Preference 77…… Paparazzi Takes A Picture of You and Him

Preference 78………You Dip Dye Your Hair

Preference 79……He Takes A Picture Of You When You Are Doing A Sport

Preference 80……..His Favorite Picture of You From a Photoshoot (Cute)

Preference 81…….His Favorite Picture of You From a Photoshoot (Sexy)

Preference 82………Concert He Takes You To (Females)

Preference 83……..Concert He Takes You To (Males)

Preference 84…….How He Likes You To Wear Your Make Up

Preference 85……… Road Trip

Preference 86……. He Tweets a Picture of You Driving

Preference 87…… He Tweets a Picture of You Sleeping

Preference 88…….. He’s a Royal Prince (Requested)

Preference 89……. He tweets a picture of you

Preference 90……. (series) Your House part 1 (the front)

Preference 91…… (series) Your House (foyer)

Preference 92…… (series) Your House (living room)

Preference 93…… (series) Your House (kitchen)

Preference 94…… (series) Your House (Dinning Room)

Preference 95……. (series) Your House (guest bedroom)

Preference 96…… (series) Your House (guest bathroom)

Preference 97……. (series) Your House (Master Bedroom)

Preference 98…… (series) Your house (Master Bath)

Preference 99……. (series) Your House (Closet)

Preference 100…… (series) Your House (Girl Nursery)

Preference 101……. (series) Your House (Boy Nursery)

Preference 102……. (series) Your House (Little Girl’s Room)

Preference 103….. (series) Your House (Little Boys Room)

Preference 104……. (series) Your House (Teenage Girl’s Room)

Preference 105……. (series) Your House (Teenage Boy’s Room)

Preference 106……. (series) Your House (Your Office)

Preference 107……. (series) Your House (His Office)

Preference 108…… (series) Your house (Backyard/Pool)

Preference 109…… (series) Your house Something Random He Has Put In

Preference 110…… You’re on the Cover of Seventeen Magazine

Preference 111…… Picture of You on His Phone

Preference 112…… Fan Tweet a Picture of The Two of You Shopping

Preference 113…… Couple Mug

Preference 114…….. His Name in Your Phone

Preference 115……. Your Name in His Phone

Preference 116….. You’re a Victoria’s Secret Model

Preference 117…….. Chick Flick You Two Watch

Preference 118….. You Take a Picture With a Fan

Preference 119…….. Couple Photoshoot

Preference 120…….. You Draw a Picture of Him

Preference 121……. Fans Take A Pic Of You

Preference 122……. Your Pick Up Line

Preference 123…….. His Pick Up Line

Preference 124…… He Dances and Your Reaction

Preference 125……. You Dance and His Reaction

Preference 126…… Twitcam Together

Preference 127…… His Favorite Gif Of You

Preference 128……. You Take A Selfie

Preference 129…….. Wii Game You Play

Preference 130…….. Perfume He Buys You

Preference 131……. His Reaction to Seeing You in a Swimsuit/Bikini for the First Time

Preference 132…….. The Picture of Him You’ve Got as Your Phone Background

Preference 133……. How He Likes You To Wear Your Hair

Preference 134……. His Surprise Birthday Party (Fancy)

Preference 135…… Your Surprise Birthday Party (Casual)

Preference 136……. Flowers He Gives

Preference 137……. He Takes a Picture With You When You Were a Fan

Preference 138…… Couples Collage

Preference 139……. His & Yours Favorite Photo of You Two.

Preference 140……… Another Band Member Has A Crush On You

Preference 141…… Love Triangle

Preference 142…….. Vacation

Preference 143…… The First Country and City You Visit Together

Preference 144…… What Reality Show You Watch on TV Together

Preference 145……. What You Do at the Beach Together

Preference 146…….. Baby Anouncement

Preference 147……. Edible Arangement He Gets You

Preference 148…….. Your 5SOS Best Friend

Preference 149……. Baby Eyes

Preference 150…….. Your Lockscreen

Preference 151……. His Lockscreen

Preference 152……. Awards Show

Preference 153……… What TV Drama You Watch

Preference 154……. Fans Favorite Pic Of You

Preference 155……. He Walks In On You Changing (His Reaction)

Preference 156….. You Walk In On Him Changing And Your Reaction

Preference 157…….. He Checks You out

Preference 158…….. He Winks At You And Your Reaction

Preference 159……..You Wink And His Reaction

Preference 160…….. How You Meet

Preference 161……. You Do Motocross

Preference 162……. First Picture Of Baby

Preference 163…… Baby Shower Cake

Preference 164…….. Wedding Photo

Preference 165…….. Family Photo

Preference 166…… Mom and Child

Preference 167……… Car Seat

Preference 168…….. His Favorite Picture Of You

Preference 169…….. Baby Bump

Preference 170…….. Ice Skating

Preference 171……….. You’re A Cheerleader

Preference 172……… You’re A Voice In An Animated Movie

Preference 173……… You’re In a TV Series

Preference 174………. He Comes to One of Your Photo Shoots (Cute)

Preference 175……… He Comes to One of Your Photo Shoots (Sexy)

Preference 176……… Camping

Preference 177……. Beach Day

5sos Baby Preference Series #6: Nursery

Luke: (Girl) 

Ashton: (Boy)

Calum: (Boy)

Michael: (Girl)

#1: How you tell him you’re pregnant

#2: Maternity Photos

#3: Pregnancy Announcement

#4: Gender Reveal

#5: Baby Shower

anonymous asked:

Maybe do one where they start putting together and decorating the nursery?x

I changed up the prompt a little bit, but, this is a sort of straight-up addition to the previous part posted in the Pregnancy Series - the part after this will be a direct part to the series where they start to decorate the nursery together. x

Pregnancy Series #14 - The Nursery.

(Word count - 6k+ words)

* 5 and a half months *

“Where do you want to head off to first? The shops, obviously. But, where too?” Harry wondered, as you climbed back into the car and settled in the front passenger seat for the third time that morning. 

Once you’d arrived home after travelling the almost 40 minutes back from the service station, after catching the sun-rising at dawn, you’d both refreshed and dressed in clothes that were appropriate to walk around the shops in, walking down busy streets and being noticed more than a few times by fans who recognised the both of you. 

Clothes were set out and neatly folded on the bed with shoes brought out of the wardrobe that were comfortable enough to walk in; a button-up and white jeans for Harry with brown suede boots waiting at the foot of the bed, with a pair of your white converse trainers that would compliment a flowing skirt and white tank-top paired with his pink and white spotted shirt that you’d taken a sudden adoration towards. 

A shower was shared after you’d helped one another strip down from the comfy clothing worn in the early hours of the morning, a heap of cotton and mixed colours pooling at your feet as both nude bodies stumbled into the bathroom and stood beneath falling water from the shower head. Hair wet and bodies shining beneath the bright light on the bathroom ceiling, soft touches being exchanged, his palms reaching round and rubbing over the prominent curve of your moving bump. Kicks and nudges being given to the warmth emitting from his touch; warmth that his daughter could detect and decipher as her father, her daddy, a parent she’d love with her entirety as soon as she graced your lives.

With fresh bodies and clean – and appropriate – clothes adorning your figures and after numerous mugs of tea had been consumed, you were both ready to set back out into the warm weather with your heads set in focusing on your baby and just your baby for the day. Money that was in both bank accounts and a joint account that was going to be spent fondly on furniture and paint and nursery accessories that would decorate a room and make it as homely as possible for a baby you’d nurture into a wonderful little girl.

Being almost 6 months pregnant and being a little over halfway into the second trimester of your first pregnancy, you had found it necessary to begin preparing the house. Decorating and baby-proofing some areas in each room to brace yourselves with the new experience of being new-to-the-scene parents and having a new baby blessing your lives and turning the page to construct the next chapter of yours and Harry’s book; a metaphorical book on your life, of course. 

“We can go to Homebase and look at the paint and get a couple of cans, then, I can paint the walls later today.”

“Doesn’t Homebase do baby furniture? Can’t we just look around there and see if we find anything that will fit the nursery?” You mumbled, reaching around and pulling the seatbelt around your body and clipping it into it’s place. “Not that I mind looking around baby stores and registering stuff to buy for baby Styles, but, we’ll end up buying stuff that we don’t need yet.” 

You weren’t aiming that towards anybody, but, deep down you knew that Harry would find something that he could see dressing his little girl in; whether they were jeans, a t-shirt that would make her look like ‘the most fashionable celebrity baby since North West’, as well as baby-grows and bibs that were patterned with words like Daddy’s Girl or I Love Daddy across the chest in pink cotton and cursive sewn words. 

You could imagine his search history on both his laptop and phone to be a variety of online shopping websites that sold baby clothes. Designer websites, baby websites or opened links that his sister had sent to him when she was bored at work and finding outfits and toys and little somethings that her niece – or nephew; to her, and to his and your families, they were unaware as to what gender the newest family member was going to be – would be spoilt with.

However, you couldn’t say you were any different. 

Nights on end since you’d be told the gender of the baby taking home in your belly, you’d been thinking about and searching for clothes and pretty pattered baby-grows that would make her look as scrummy as possible. Patterns that were very Harry-esque. Patterns that you could see matching with specific pieces of clothing that Harry would wear when it came to family dinners with his parents or your parents, or, family parties where everyone would gush over just how adorable she really was.

“Can’t ever have to many clothes. Baby Styles is going to be spoilt rotten with designer brands and everything,” Harry grinned, setting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway, “I may have already been looking at baby clothes that match my button ups from Saint Laurent. Oh, and I found some pretty adorable boots that she can wear that match my suede ones,” he admitted excitedly.

“We don’t need to look for clothes yet, Peaches. She’ll live in baby-grows and little knitted socks before we dress her up to match your outfits,” you stated, looking across the console and seeing his concentrated face looking out the rear-view mirror, making sure he didn’t knock into a flower pot lining the driveway or crashing the bumper into the brick wall as he backed the Range Rover onto the road. “I love that you’re getting so excited about dressing her up like you, but, she’s going to be too small to wear anything like button-ups or jeans for the first few months, Peaches.”

Small enough to fit in the palm of one of his large hands. Delicate and fragile and swaddled tightly in the crook of his arm, her body looking tiny and petite.

“I know. Jus’ preparing for the future,” he admitted, truthfully.

In a little under 3 months, he’d be a father.

Not just a singer, nor song-writer, nor an new actor, nor a raconteur.

But a daddy, as well.

A daddy to a little girl that needed his full attention and needed his love. An important role in a little girl’s life as she grew up into a healthy young being, in a family filled to the brim with respect and intimacy and tenderness that moulded her into the bright young girl sweeping people off their feet and stealing and breaking their hearts.

He didn’t want her to lack in what she needed as a baby – babygrows, socks, her first set of trainers, nappies and bottles, and bath soaps that made her stay smelling like a baby and keeping that distinct new baby smell on her body; a smell he’d become some fond of inhaling after holding and snuggling with many babies in his past life, and really, he couldn’t wait to have that smell filling his home for him to have sudden wafts of each time he lifted her to his chest and had her snuggle into his chest. 

And he didn’t want her missing out on what she wanted as she grew up into a teenager – fancy and adored clothes that caught her eye in the shops, fancy-smelling bath soaps and shampoos that left the bathroom with a sweet and vanilla aroma hanging around in the atmosphere, and bath bombs that would be divided equally between yourself and her when both needed relaxing. 

All he wanted was to show his love by spoiling her because she was his daughter and, to him, she deserved the world.

“We have plenty of time to prepare, Peaches,” you cooed, “I promise. Three more months. We don’t need to worry about clothing and getting them the latest designer outfits or shoes or accessories until they’re old enough to wear them, okay?”

He gave you a soft nod before swiftly changing his attention from the rear-view mirror to the road in front, the car travelling slowly down the white-marked tarmac and passing parked cars that awaited a start-up at ten in the morning. A comfortable silence filled void between the two of you as the only sound that could be heard inside the car was the tyres rolling down the road, bumping over stones and pot-holes made after years the street wearing away. 

“Mum text me the other day,” Harry broke the silence with soft words, “wondered if we wanted to pop down to Chapel and see all the family this weekend. Grandad’s a bit excited to see us both and he’s been asking about you and the pregnancy and everythin’. I told her that I’d check with you to see if you were up for it before I gave her a definite answer.”

“Sounds like a sweet idea. I presume it’s for Sunday dinner as well as seeing family?” You hummed, your head turning towards the window as you watched the trees and the houses pass by in soft blurs. “I quite fancy a nice roast dinner now. I love her chicken.”

In the 6 years that you’d known and loved and bonded with his family, you’d had your fair share of Sunday dinners with the Styles and Twist family.

The first time you’d ever had a Sunday dinner cooked by Anne was the first time he’d taken you back to meet his family. Speaking so fondly of you over the phone and texting his mother each day to keep her updated, she was eager to meet you, and so was Robin; if Harry was so fond of you and felt the need to keep his mother updated on a daily basis on a relationship that had only been blossoming for less than a few months, then, to his mother and his stepfather as well his father collectively, it meant that you were special.

You’d taken the train from London with Harry because he was longing to show you the countryside leading you into the hustle and bustle city life of Manchester, catching a taxi at the other end in which he spent the entirety of the journey calming your nerves and promising you that everything was going to be okay.

- -

“What if I’m not what they expected, Harry? I’m not exactly deemed perfect to date someone like you,” you muttered, your head tilted down to your chest as you looked to the hanging loose string from your bag, “you’re so amazing and you’re humble and lovely and gorgeous and I’m nothing compared to you. What if they expect someone who’s in a stable job and earns money for themselves and isn’t feeding off of their partner’s bank account? What if I’m weird and act odd in front of them? Oh my god, what if I trip and embarrass myself or drop dinner down my outfit? Harry, I-” 

A finger was pressed to your lips as you looked towards him, your eyes wide and panic filled.

“Stop worrying. They love you already and they’ve never met you,” Harry chuckled, “I spoke to mum just yesterday when I dropped you off at work and she’s so excited to meet you and bond with you and talk to you, possibly about me as a baby and embarrassing me like mad.” 

“I already embarrass you,” you mumbled against his finger.

“You do not, you silly goose. We’ve been together for a few months and it’s time I introduced you to my mum and my stepfather. You’ve met Gemma already, but, we won’t go into that again,” he chuckled, “because that really was embarrassing. Just, stop worrying, okay? Mum’s been so excited. Even made your favourite dessert.”

“Banoffee pie?” 

“She googled a recipe and found a decent one. She sent me a photo and it looks delicious,” he admitted, dropping his finger from your mouth and smiling, “do not worry. My family will adore you. Just like I adore you.”

A blush painted your cheeks.

“God, I adore you too, Harry Edward.”

- - 

The second time you’d ever had a Sunday dinner cooked by Anne was Christmas in 2014, when you were a little over 2 years into your relationship with Harry. After a subtle drop of the question in his bed, moments after you’d rolled off of his sweating body and fell lax and naked against the mattress, you couldn’t turn down the opportunity of spending such a beloved holiday with a man and a family of which you loved just as much.

With the frosty countryside passing by the warm car with swaddled bodies in jumpers and scarves and hats and gloves, you and Harry were well underway on your car journey towards Holmes Chapel. A few phone calls passing through from the boys to wish one another a Merry Christmas, and, your text tone sounding around the car that was humming out soft Christmas tunes from the radio, text messages coming through from your parents and your family to wish good holiday and a confirmation that they’d see you in London for New Years.

- - 

“Merry Christmas!” Anne called out as she heard the front door open and close, a gust of wind catching in the doorway and wafting into the warm house smelling strongly of eggnog, cinnamon and a strong aroma of marinated chicken ready for the day tomorrow. “Harry, Robin’s in the garden collecting some firewood. Feel free to go out and help me. Gemma’s here now and (Y/N) can come and help with dessert,” she suggested, your bags dropping to the floor followed by the sack of presents resting against the table.

With booted feet yet beanies still on heads, you and Harry made your way into the kitchen, being instantly hit with the strong smell of cooking food and cinnamon sticks.

“Anne, it smells so good in here,” you praised, a smile on your lips as the elder lady engulfed you into a hug, “I’ve been so excited to have this Christmas dinner, you know? You cook a right lovely roast dinner. You’ll have to give me a recipe or some tips so I can take them back to London and make a roast for Harry when we have the opportunity.”

“Y’ don’t need too, baby. I can spoil you every Sunday and give you the afternoon off cooking,” he cooed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his jumper clad chest, his fingers swiping for a strawberry from the counter, earning a swat from Gemma, “looked invitin’, Gem. You’re cutting them up nicely and I had to snag one.”

“You’re annoying, Harold,” she grumbled, a giggle leaving your mouth as he gave your cheek a strawberry tasting kiss, “go and drop a log on your foot.”

- -

The third time you’d ever had a Sunday dinner cooked by Anne was the year you got married, Christmas in the December 2017. 

As a tradition to be started, Anne had suggested that your parents travelled down with you and Harry and they had a dinner that brought the whole family together. Opening presents and drinking hot chocolates into the late hours of Christmas Day Eve as you reminisced about past Christmases as both sets of parents exchanged stories about yourself or Harry, pink cheeks being the response and laughter being exchanged.

- -

“We were in (Y/N)’s grandma’s house one Christmas Day and everyone was round, and we’d just had a stunning Christmas dinner cooked by herself and my sisters. And she was around 4 or 5 and my nephew, (Y/N) older cousin, had left a bottle of coke on the floor where he was sat,” your mother laughed, “and of course, at a young age, they’re very curious and (Y/N) here had picked up the bottle and taken a nice big gulp down, and we had no idea until her cousin had complained that the rim was wet and slobbery.” 

“No way?” Anne laughed over the rim of her mug, the strong smell of eggnog wafting through her nose, “what happened?” 

“She didn’t go to sleep until 3 in the morning, and, (Y/N)’s dad here,” your mother grinned, patting her husbands thigh, “stayed up the entire night until she zonked out. He slept through breakfast and missed the afternoon drinks with the males.” 

“The funny thing is, she can’t have coke now after 8 because she ends up staying awake the whole night and she gets cranky the next morning when nothing goes right,” Harry chuckled, your body leaning against his side with an arm thrown over your shoulders, “have to bribe her with water before we go to sleep.” 

As the laughter died down between the families and you all fell relaxed into seats with full bellies on the roast dinner consumed just a few hours ago, it was evident that you were all tired and exhausted and ready to call it a night.

“Can you believe this time next year, we might have another little member to the family?” Anne cooed, reaching across and squeezing your knee, Robin’s arm holding her waist as she neared the edge of the sofa. “A little baby Styles, hm? Have you been thinking about the next step?” 

“Honestly, no,” you mumbled nervously, looking up at Harry as he gave you a wink, “but, we might give you all a surprise and get pregnant before Christmas.”

“It’ll be great to have a new member to spoil with presents. We never know what to buy for you two anymore. It’s resounded in buying perfume for you and underpants for Harry. Not that he’s complained about receiving them,” your mother laughed, your fathers deep chuckle drowning her speech out, “hurry up and have babies, okay? I need a little one to spoil.”

- -

“Mum does make the best roast dinner,” Harry chuckled, “she said we could stay the weekend, and, do whatever we wanted round Cheshire to see everyone. I think Alice is curious to know how you’re doing and she’s got a couple of things to give to us for the baby.”

“Have you told them what we’re having or have you kept it a secret? It’s been a couple of weeks now since we’ve known we’re having a girl,” you stated, “I think we should maybe tell people what we’re having, don’t you think? Maybe tell your family this weekend, see my parents or get them round ours for afternoon tea this afternoon and tell them, and then we can tell Twitter when all of our families know.” 

“That sounds wonderful, Gorgeous,” Harry grinned, reaching a hand across the console and squeezing your hand in his, “I haven’t seen your mum and dad in ages. It’ll be nice to see them today,” he added, “If they’re free, of course. We can always pop round when we’re done in the shops? See if they’re at home.”

You gave him a nod and looked down to your linked hands, your fingers toying with his as he continued to drive down the road, accelerating to engine as he neared the busy city streets taking you both towards the Homebase located on the outskirts of the London. 


He hummed in response, looking across the console and looking to you with a warm smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get anyone in to help us build the nursery? I can’t exactly help you lift anything heavy because I’ve already go an important job of opening my womb to our baby and you haven’t exactly got the best back in the world to carry anything heavy,” you reasoned, twisting the wedding band on his ring finger, the gold metal cool beneath your warm fingertips, “I jus’ don’t want you to have a bad back when I need you to help me.”

You weren’t exactly the tallest person and you required a person of reasonable height – or a chair – to help you reach up into a cupboard or up on a shelf to get something you desired. With Harry being on hand and there in the house, and upon hearing your grunts of struggle, he was there behind you in an instant. Cupping your hips in his hand and reaching up without one little tiptoe and struggle, you’d reward him with a kiss and a cuddle. 

You needed him more than ever now with a bump at your hips and the lack of movements allowed for you to endue, and with a bad back and aching muscles, he couldn’t do much for you. 

A back massage would never suffice but a trip to the osteopath would.

“I’ll be fine. F’we get everything put in the nursery as soon as we busy it, we won’t have to carry anything up the stairs,” he explained, flicking the indication switch and turning off of the motorway, “if I need someone, I’ll call Niall. He’s good at the handiwork and DIY stuff so he can help if we need someone urgently. Don’t worry.” 

“M’goin’ to worry about you, Harry. You have a bad back. It’s only going to get worse when you get older, especially when you have a baby to lug around and hold and bend over to pick up from the cot,” you reasoned, his hand snaking from yours as he changed gear of the car, “you’ll be leaning over a lot more and that always hurts your back and I can’t exactly drive you to the hospital in my state because we’re both too scared of road accidents happening.”

“I promise, I’ll be okay, Gorgeous. Don’t you worry,” he smiled.

* *

The both of you were surrounded by shelves and shelves holding different shades of paint, your eyes darting around the different tins from different brands, your mind internally debating what shade and what brand would be best suited for the nursery. Harry’s palm was flat on your back, his free hand brought to his face as he pinched his bottom lip between his fore finger and thumb, his eyes focused on the yellow shades of paint that he felt would be the perfect choice to paint at least three of the walls in the nursery with – in his mind, he pictured the nursery having three yellow walls with one white wall accentuated with a mirror and a vanity chest to be used as a changing table.

“What are y’ thinkin’?” Harry hummed, looking down at you as you frowned. 

“I really don’t know,” you mumbled, stepping forward and looking closer at the shades, “what are you thinking? I know you’ve been thinking about this more often than I have.” 

A chuckle left his mouth. 

“I was thinking a nice pale yellow. A gender neutral colour and it would go well with any coloured furniture,” he suggested, reaching for a pale yellow coloured tin and holding it up, “I caught you looking at white furniture online the other day, and, it kind of planted a seed for the yellow colour with maybe, like, one white wall.”

“Why one white wall?”

“My nursery used to be like that,” he admitted, “and, it’ll just give it a brighter feel to the room rather than having it be just all one colour, you know? And white is a common theme through the house anyway,” he added, setting the pain tin back down on the shelf and groaning, rolling his head back and looking towards the ceiling littered with lights and beams. “I never knew that organising a baby’s nursery would be so tough.”

“It’s our first time,” you stated, worming your body in front of him and snaking your arms around his hips, “y’know, we don’t have to do it today. I could just go home right now, slide these jeans off and have you in bed,” you whispered, your chin resting upon his chest as you looked up at him, your lips brushing against his jaw. “Wha’ d’ya say?”

Not necessarily naked and intimate, just, close and comforting with that little intimacy there that didn’t overpower with the only small amount of sexual tension coursing through his body.

“I’d love too, you know that. But, we really need to start buying this for baby Styles,” he explained, dropping his head and blowing a breath over your face, blowing the hair from your face. A distinct smell of mint fresh on his breath. “We’ve been putting off everything so far and I think we’re a bit far behind with everything. I know we’ve been coming to terms with the pregnancy and everything, but, I really think we’ll feel less stress after we get the room started.”

“I s’pose so,” you mumbled, pressing up on your toes and kissing the corner of his lips, “get yellow and white. I like your idea.”

“Not jus’ saying that to make this easier?” He teased, a chuckle escaping his mouth as he felt pokes to his belly, “thinkin’ baby Styles likes the idea. She’s kicking a storm up in there.”

“Uh-huh. It feels like she’s using my insides as footballs, m’telling you,” you grumbled, turning on your heels and spinning around, your back pressed against his chest as you reached for the white matte paint can and held the handle tightly in your hand. “Get the yellow. Please. I love the idea. We’ve never been one to have a purple or pink theme and the house is already grey and black and white so what’s the harm in adding yellow to the mix?” 

The living room in your London home was a mixture of complimentary colours; black and grey accessories and silver photo frames that held family photos and sweet candids taken of you and Harry that you thought would fit perfectly between a bunch of family photos, and, a teal coloured set of cushions set upon a grey sofa facing a TV.

The bedrooms on the second level were all following the similar colour scheme of greys and whites and blacks; the walls were white with one wall that stood out against the plainly painted brick.

The kitchen followed a scheme of white and grey, because Harry knew you liked a room that emitted bright light and didn’t give a vibe of boringness or dullness whenever anybody entered the particular part of the house. Knives and plates followed a similar pattern, the tea towels were pure white and the tiles lining the walls followed a strict white, grey, white, grey sequence. 

There wasn’t any harm in adding a colour that still complimented the house with the rest of the scheme.

“It’s settled then,” Harry smiled, pressing his lips to the back of your head and planting a kiss in your hair, “yellow and white. It’ll be like being a baby again,” he chuckled.

* *

“This place looks too expensive, Harry,” you mumbled, your hand tight in his as you stood at the front of a well-known and busy baby store, filled with expectant mothers and fathers who had taken it upon themselves to buy the furniture necessary for a nursery, “we can’t go in here, Peaches. Our baby will only be using them for 3 years of their life before we change them into a bigger room and give them a bigger bed and use a better pushchair,” you reasoned.

“Nonsense. We can just reuse the furniture over and over again, can’t we?” Harry suggested, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked down at you. “We can have another baby in a few years and then we can reuse the furniture and it won’t be a waste of money.”

“Harry,” you warned, as he stepped forward. 

“C’mon. Everything in here will be so worth the purchase, Gorgeous,” Harry grinned, tugging on your hand and pulling you to his body, your aching and swollen feet following behind him as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, “all we have to do is have a look around, alright? We don’t have to buy anything if you feel it’s too out of our range. We can always have a look online and order furniture in so we don’t have to travel out to go and get it.”

To you, that sounded like a dream.

You wouldn’t have to walk around with an aching back, and aching feet, and a hankering for a nap or a sit down in a chair that you wouldn’t be told to get out of because it wasn’t for the public to sit on. Everything would be there in front of you, your fingers scrolling the page as you adding pieces of furniture to a basket that Harry would pay for when it came to finishing the task. His figure sat beside you, his attention turning from the TV playing a rerun of a football game he’d missed – and spoken to his father about over the phone – and the screen on your lap, pointing out the better options to have in the nursery and backing his reasoning up with something that you couldn’t disagree with. 

To him, it sounded worse.

He knew you were aching and he understood that, just sometimes, you didn’t want to endue pain with each step you took. However, to him, searching and buying furniture for a nursery, that his little girl was going to stay in for the majority of her childhood, in person to see what it looked like when it was set-up to how it was meant to be was a better option; one he would choose any day. He felt much more participated in the father role because he was taking part in debates about what cot was better and he’d be comparing prams and pushchairs to see which one he could be seen folding up and putting in the boot of his car after pushing his baby around the streets to nod her off to sleep. 


“You’re aching, Gorgeous. I know. If we just have one look around here, maybe taking down the order numbers because that way, we can have a look on the website and order them over the internet to get delivered to our house,” he reasoned, his hand braced against the small of your back, his thumb rubbing softly at the knot sitting on your spine. “Just a short walk around,” he promised. 

“Fine,” you smiled, looking over towards the corner of the store where three cots were set up in a row – one was coloured brown, one was coloured white, and one was coloured a dark and shining oak, and all looked sturdy and at a reasonable build to what you had wanted.

However, what turned out to be just a short walk around the store had ended up in an almost four-hundred-pound order and a squeeze into the boot of the Range Rover Harry had opted to take that morning. A cot, a wardrobe, a changing station and a rocking chair squeezed into the boot, with the chairs pushed down and the boxes slanted at a weird angle to get them securely inside the car.

You’d never been more thrilled to sit down in the front passenger seat and slide off your shoes, relieving your sore soles as you curled your toes and stretched them out in the footwell. A bang of the boot closing sounded around the inside of the car, making you just but signifying that he’d squeezed the four large boxes in with the help of the store security guard who had recognised Harry and offered a lending hand. You could see in the side mirror of the car as Harry took a quick photo with the security guard, bid him a farewell with a thank-you, and, agreed to sign what you guessed was a piece of paper for an elder; an elder of whom you presumed had a daughter or a grandchild or knew of somebody who adored the boys as much as anybody else he’d met had.

He’d shuffled into the car shortly after, closing the door and sighing heavily as he looked across to you.

“Ready to go? You don’t need anything from anywhere else?”

You gave him a tired shake of your head, a yawn leaving your lips as he gave you a soft smile and reached over the console for your knee, his neck straining to press a kiss to your temple.

“All we have to do now is buy blankets and little necessities like night lights and a mobile to hang over the cot as well as clothes and nappies and bottles,” he grinned, “my favourite thing.”

He couldn’t lie when it came to stating what his favourite part of your pregnancy would be – getting to walk around shops filled with racks and racks of baby clothes; tiny, sewn together and different colour babygrows, t-shirts that he could fit over his hand, jeans that he could imagine his daughters’ tiny yet chubby legs squeezing into, as well as bibs and skirts and socks that were knitted with bows accentuating the hem.

He’d heard from his mum about baby shopping; emotional stories, funny stories, and stories that made him excited as ever to take part in as an expecting parent. 

- - 

“It’s the best feeling in the world when you pick up a babygrow and it’s the size of your palm,” his mother explained over the rim of her mug of coffee, the hustle and bustle of the Starbucks they were sat in drowning out the sound of her speech. “How are you feeling? Are you ready to be a daddy yet or-”

“Mum, I’m more than excited,” he admitted, “this is the best feeling. I’ve wanted this ever since I said I do to her. We just had our first wedding anniversary and it’s just incredible to think that we were pregnant just a little over 6 months into our marriage,” he grinned. 

“Just wait till you start baby shopping, sweetheart. It’s the best feeling in the world being surrounded by clothes that are just so tiny, and, you just can’t believe that your baby is going to be that small,” Anne admitted, “you were tiny when you were born. So very tiny. Not a big as you are now.”

A chuckle left his mouth as he took a bite of his bacon roll, and chewed on the meat.

“You’re a stylish man. (Y/N)’s a very stylish lady. You’ll be dressing your baby in designer clothes as soon as she’s been born,” Anne laughed, looking at Harry’s button-up attire, “have you been looking for clothes yet or aren’t you worrying to much?”

“Don’t think we’re worrying too much about it. She’s only just passed 4 and a half months so I think we going to get the nursery and the baby-proofing of the house down before we worry about filling a wardrobe up with clothes and shoes,” he smiled, swallowing down the remnants around his mouth, reaching for his bottle of water.

“I’m so excited to start seeing you with a baby, Harry. It’s a mothers dream to see her child becoming a parent themselves. You were a born father, sweetheart. You’ll fly through parenting as easy as anything, I’m sure of it,” she grinned, reaching for his hand, “this will be the best few years of your life, I can assure you. When I had your sister, I swore I couldn’t love anyone more than her, but then you came along and I had a swelling heart filled with love for you both. I’m sure that’s where you get your massive heart from,” she admitted truthfully.

“Have to have you come from Cheshire more often, mum. I know (Y/N)’s mum is getting stuck in with helping us and everything, so, we’d love your help as well.”

- -

“You just can’t wait, can you?” You giggled, placing a hand over his. “Just take us to my mum’s place. I could use one of her amazing cups of tea.” 

Oi, I can make you some good tea. You were knocking it back this mornin’,” Harry muttered with an amused tone lacing within the words rolling off of his tongue, squeezing your knee and earning a groan when his fingers dug into your limbs. “To your mums we go.”

Pregnancy Series #19 ~ Nursery

Pregnancy Series Here

Niall ~ As the first dad-to-be in the band, the boys wanted to help him with everything. They were so proud that their Irish man was becoming a father, and couldn’t wait for their niece of nephew arrive. So Niall invited them all to help him with the nursery. 

The day before, you went out with Zayn’s girlfriend, who was also pregnant, and Lou Teasdale and Lux. Decorating a nursery without knowing the gender was harder than you expected, so you needed a bit of help. Lou had helped you plan what you would do, and you found out Lux had an eye for decorating. 

You brought everything home that you could fit in the car yesterday, and today the truck was arriving with the furniture. Niall decided he wanted to put the furniture together with the help of the boys, so once the delivery men brought everything up the stairs he had them leave. 

While they were upstairs, you were downstairs with Zayn’s girlfriend, who was pregnant (only to the knowledge of you, Niall, and of course, Zayn), talking about what she planned to do for her nursery in hushed voices. You could hear them talking as you drank your lemonades on the balcony since the window to the nursery was open and right below you. As time went by, they became louder.

“I don’t think that goes there,” Zayn said.

“It looks like a side piece, see. Look at the picture, dipshits,” Louis pointed out. You laughed at the frustration in his voice quietly, not wanting them to know you could hear them. As the yelling continued, you guessed they were putting together the changing table/bookshelf. 

“What are these?” Harry asked. 

“Thats the screws for the crib, I think,” Liam said, and you heard the crinkle of paper, signaling he was flipping through the instructions. 

“No, I think we were supposed to put those-” Niall began, but was interrupted by a loud crash. You looked to Zayn’s girlfriend with wide eyes, and rushed your way down the stairs, helping each other, to see what was going on. 

When you got to the doorway, you saw the crib half in the box, a big dent in the wall, and the changing table pieces in a pile. “I’m calling the delivery guys back. This is not working,” you said, pulling out your phone. They all nodded frantically with their eyes wide.

“And call a carpenter, too. That hole is pretty huge,” Liam said. The boys began laughing at each other, and trying to figure out who forgot the screws, when Niall made his way over to you. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just wanted to help,” he said. You smiled and pulled him in for a hug. You handed the phone to Liam, and went downstairs with Niall to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the boys.

After a day of the carpenters and the furniture store delivery men going in and out of you house, and a few days of you and Niall hanging things on the walls carefully, the nursery was finally finished.

Zayn ~ “Y/N? Are you home?” You heard after the door slammed. You turned your music down and wiped your hands off on a rag. 

“Here!” you yelled, and heard his footsteps making their way down the hall. The door opened and a smile instantly bloomed on his lips. 

“It looks amazing in here,” he said, walking over to the oval shaped crib in the middle of the room. He put his hands on the edge of the wooden structure and looked down at the bedding. You stood back, watching him. He reached down and ran his fingertips over the soft blanket his mum had bought lining the mattress. 

“I love that baby,” he whispered, but you heard him over Frank Sinatra playing softly through the radio. You walked over to him and put your bare feet on the cow skin rug that the crib sat on. 

“I know you do. I know you do now,” you said, placing your hand over his on the edge of the crib. He looked over to you and smiled. “I’m almost done in here, but I don’t know what to put on that wall, there.” 

The wall to your right was bare and white. You didn’t know what to put there. You didn’t want furniture because you didn’t want the room to be crowded, but leaving it bare wasn’t an option. 

“Hang on,” he said as he exited the room. While you waited for him to return, you began stocking the changing table with all the diapers you had bought. Trisha said you should buy enough diapers to last the first few months just to make life easier, so you had bought 25 packages from amazon and had them shipped to your flat. 

Zayn came back, carrying a frame turned so you could only see the back and not the contents. “Close you eyes,” he told you, and you did. You heard him shuffling around, and the frame banging the floor multiple times before he said, “Okay, open them.”

You gasped. It was a beautiful painting of a man, no one you knew- but it was beautiful. It matched the room perfectly, like it was made to fit your style. The colors coordinated with the items you already had in the room, and it was big enough to fill the bare wall without crowding the room. 

“I- I love it. Where’d you get it? It’s so- so, so- It’s amazing,” you rambled. Zayn lifted it up and pushed it against the wall to give you an idea of how it would look once it was hung. “I love it.”

You walked over to him as he put the painting down on the floor leaning against the wall. “I love you,” you whispered as you leaned against his chest and looked out the windows. The room had a view of the London Eye and the Thames river. He reached his hand to your face and brushed your hair away from your eyes. You hands found their way to his sides and you pulled him closer so your lips met his. 

It was the first time you kissed in months. You couldn’t help but cherish every second of contact. You couldn’t deny loving him, and the fact that you had finally forgiven him. No, everything wouldn’t be the same as it had been before your pregnancy, but you were closer than yesterday. 

Liam ~ “Uncle Liam?” Jaeda asked. You turned from where you were standing at the changing table and watched as your husband and niece were looking through the baby books. 

“Niece Jaeda?” he answered, making her laugh. She closed her book and put it onto the bookshelf. Liam had been in here night and day preparing for the baby. He did an amazing job putting the furniture together, and found an amazing crib at an antique store. 

“What’s this circle on the rug?” She asked. You smiled as you folded on of the many blankets you had received and stuffed it into the bottom drawer. 

“That’s a compass. It’s what pirates used to find treasure,” he explained. She nodded and stood on top of it, skipping around on the points. She sat down and traced the shapes with her fingers, singing off key absentmindedly. Liam chuckled, and you tossed a blanket at her. 

“Come help me,” you said, and she nodded. In her summer dress, which she wore over a long sleeved tee and leggings, she twirled over to where you stood. She began trying to fold the blue blanket on the floor beside you, and when she was finished she handed it up to you. You tossed some more down to her, and you refolded the one she just gave you. 

Liam began to hammer a nail into the wall to hang a picture, which Jaeda thought looked like fun. She skipped across the room to him, and pulled on his pant leg. “Uncle Liam, can I try?”

He nodded and handed her the hammer. You watched as he hoisted her up onto the table and held the nail for her to hit, surprisingly, she it the nail instead of the walls or her uncle’s fingers. She eventually got bored and began to play under the crib. But then Lia started using a drill to hand up the blinds, and she got scared, so you took her down to watch a movie. 

She picked out Finding Dory, and halfway through, she looked up to you from your lap and said, “Aunty Y/N, why don’t you have the baby in your belly?” 

“Because,” you simply stated, hoping she would forget and turn her attention back to the movie. But she didn’t.

“But why?” 

“I can’t have a baby in my belly. That’s why Uncle Liam and I are adopting. Remember we told you? Someone else has our baby in their stomach, and when he comes out, we’re going to get him,” you explained, tears forming in your eyes. You turned you head away from your niece’s stare and wiped the water away. 

“Are you crying?” she asked, putting her small hand on your cheek leaning in close so that her nose was almost touching yours. 

“Ya, bug, I am crying.”

“Daddy says that when someone is crying that they are sad about something. What are you sad about?” she asked innocently. You laughed lightly, and kissed her cheek.

“I’m sad that I can’t have a baby in my belly,” you told her. She nodded, and turned back to the movie. 

“I think it’s all set! Just need to put- Are you alright, sweetheart?” Liam said as he walked into the room. He saw my tear-stained cheeks and bent down in front of me. 

“It’s nothing, promise. Jaeda cheered me up,” you smiled and hugged him.

Harry ~ “Okay, I’m ready. What can I do?” you said, clapping you hands together. You looked around at the unfinished nursery as Harry rolled out the rug. 

“It’s alright, love, I can handle it,” he stood up and kissed your lips, “You go have a bath and relax. Maybe take a nap. I shouldn’t be here long.” 

He smiled at you and began pushing the crib to where you had planned to. You shook your head, running your fingertips over the walls he had painted two days ago and then to the wood of the crib he had put together this morning. You felt useless and lazy just standing back and watching him do everything. 

“I really want to help, though. Here, I can just get up here- and, uh- if I could reach,” you struggled to reach the curtain rod that need to have the curtains fed onto it. You put your foot onto the side of the crib when Harry wasn’t looking and hoisted yourself up. While you were trying to reach the top of the windows where the curtain rod was, your foot slipped, and you fell back onto the pile of baby clothes. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” Harry exclaimed when he saw you on the floor. He dropped the hammer he was holding and rushed to your side. He put one hand on the small of your back and held onto your hand with the other as he helped you to your feet. He looked over every part of your body for injuries with his hands resting on your arms the whole time, still shaken from the fall.

“I’m fine, I think. The baby didn’t get hurt,” you reassured him, but he still held onto your forearm as you walked to sit down in the rocker.  

“Are you sure? Is the baby moving? Your butt doesn’t hurt?” he rambled, his palms caressing your cheeks. You laughed, but rubbed you elbow, which hit the edge of the crib on your way down. 

“We’re good. Now, can I help you put the changing table together?”

“No, why don’t you go have a lie down?” he suggested. You shook your head and looked down, feeling the tears forming in your eyes.

“Please, Harry,” you whispered, your pregnancy hormones getting the best of you and making you unreasonably upset. 

“Oh, love, I really don’t mind if you don’t help. But- If you really want to help, you can. Uh, let’s see, here! You can help me put the drawers together for the dresser. That sound good?” you sniffled and nodded, walking over to where the wooden pieces were lied out on the floor. Harry dragged the ottoman over so you could sit. 

As you did, Harry asked, “Comfy?”

You returned his smile and rested your hands on the peak of your stomach. Harry kissed the top of your head before handing you a screwdriver and a few screws. 

Louis ~ “Holy…Oh my God, Lou this looks so amazing!” you said, covering your mouth as you walked in and take in the nursery. It was just how you wanted it. You knew the boys wouldn’t be spending much time in their cribs for the first few months, but you knew they would eventually love it.

“I’m glad you like it…I think they did a really good job.” He said softly, leaning in the doorway. You had hired a crew to paint it, put everything together, and decorate it to your liking since Louis was busy on tour. He was only home because he had shows in London. 

“They did amazing,” you said, walking around the room. You and Louis couldn’t decide on a color theme for the nursery, so you chose traditional colors and designed the perfect nursery from there. 

“Oh, and look! They did use the lamps!” You reached up and toyed with the crocheted lampshades Jay had made. She recently learned to crochet, and you had loads of stuff for the boys she made.

“I can’t wait for them to get here,” he said softly. You turned to look at him as he made his way towards you. You sat down in one of the rockers and Louis copied your actions. 

“I’m going to fall asleep in these,” you laughed. He smiled and took your hand in his. 

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said. You smiled lovingly at him and placed your hand over your bump.

“I love you too. Thank you for this, Lou. It makes it all seem so real,“ you say as you squeeze his hand. You begin tracing your finger over you stomach. 

"So real…” you hear him whisper.

Operation Albatross- The Nursery

A series of one shots set after Emma and Killian are saved from the darkness where she, Killian and Henry attempt to fix up an old house by the water. A fresh start. A real home. A family. This is Operation Albatross. Read the rest here.

It had started with a stomach flu. But then it hadn’t ended despite the aches passing. Killian was beside himself with worry every time Emma woke up and ran to the bathroom. It went on for weeks. Henry spent most of his time at Regina’s in an attempt not to get Emma’s plague. Mary Margaret kept a close watch on the situation, asking strange questions about Emma’s diet but never giving the opinion that Emma knew she was anxious to give.

By the second week Emma was starting to think that it wasn’t actually a flu anymore. By the nineteenth day she knew it wasn’t. And that was terrifying for her. All the memories of sitting in her prison cell and staring down at that white test stick in her hands came flooding back. Eighteen and terrified. Alone.

It was why she didn’t tell Killian when she started suspecting something. She knew Killian wouldn’t leave but they hadn’t exactly been trying for a child, content to just spend the first year of their marriage as just the two of them and Henry. But now they were only four months into their marriage. How would Killian take the surprise? Would he be upset? Angry? Think that Emma was trying to trick him?

Turned out Emma had been oh so wrong about how Killian would react. When Emma had come home from the hospital after her appointment under the impression of getting medicine for her flu, she’d presented Killian with the file Whale had given her. Killian had read it quickly then looked up at her, wonder in his eyes.

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“I think we’ve gotten more paint on ourselves than on the walls” he laughed looking down at both of yours clothes. “And whose fault is that?” you asked poking the ribs of the man who had started the paint war in the first place. “Well, who’s the one who trusted me with something messy in the first place?” he retorted poking you back. “At least we took all the furniture out before we started painting” you said turning on the shower so you could wash all the paint off your body. “Oh yeah I’ll go put it back while you shower” he said kissing your cheek before walking out of the bathroom. He hadn’t gotten much anywhere but his clothes so all he had to do was change his clothes. After washing the assorted paint colors out of your hair and the fingerprints off your belly you wrapped yourself in a towel then went back to the nursery where your husband was. He was just putting the crib back in its place when you walked over to him hugging him from behind. “I think we did a good job though” he mumbled turning so he could wrap an arm around your waist. “Yeah, it looks pretty. Not too girly and pink. It’s very…us.” He smiled at your words. “And she will be too.”


“Niall’s going to love this!” you squealed. Niall’s been so great lately and you wanted him to sit back and relax without worrying about putting something else together. He’s already put the cribs together, installed their car seats and baby proofed the house. So, you called Zayn and Harry over to help you decorate the nursery as a surprise for him. Louis and Liam took him to a football match so you guys had the whole day to work. “Whoa, that looks so cool, (Y/N)” Zayn said inspecting your designs you were painting on the walls. “Yeah, I didn’t know you were such a good artist, babe” a familiar voice that didn’t belong to either of the boys in the room said. “Ni!” you squealed pushing him out of the room. “You guys weren’t supposed to be back yet!” Louis and Liam walked up the stairs being meet by your glares. “What happened?” you asked them. “Genius here had a few too many drinks and let it slip” Liam said pointing at Louis. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Niall making a pouty face. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand walking back into the room. “What’s that?“ he asked pointing to the writing on the wall. "It’s that old Irish blessing you used to recite” you explained. “Do you like it?” He turned to you and smiled widely. “Love it.”


“Can’t I help any?” you asked again as you sat in the plush rocking chair of your baby’s unfinished nursery. “I promise I’ll let you help me paint when I’m done putting all this furniture together” he said returning to the unassembled changing bed. It was the last thing that had to be put together and Liam seemed to be struggling for some reason. “Yeah, but my father used to do this stuff allthe time with me” you explained. “I could help you, Li!” He sighed and set the hammer down standing up. “I have to go back to the hardware store. I’m missing a few screws. I just…don’t want you straining yourself okay? I’m looking out for you.” You nodded as he came over again to give you a kiss before he left the room. “Screw this” you said after hearing the front door close as you sat down where Liam previously was. An hour later and you heard Liam coming back through the door and walking back upstairs. “Babe, what did you do?” he asked a lot calmer than you imagined he would. “I did it!” you cheered with a big smile on your face looking at the perfectly assembled changing bed. “Turns out there were enough screws; you just used too many on one of the shelves.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around your stomach. “You’re amazing.”


“If I lose this thumb, Lou, I’m suing you!” Niall shouted as he held the ice pack to his hand. “Oh don’t be such a drama queen” Louis said trying to figure out how the hell he was suppose to assemble this thing. “Ooo Mr. Fix-It is getting all sassy” Harry teased as he helped Zayn finish painting the last wall. “Liam! Where are those damn instructions?!” he shouted out to him. “Oh so now you want the instructions after you went all: I don’t need those, Liam, we’re doing this the Tommo way! It’s camping all over again” his friend rambled on as he gave Louis the papers. “Yeah, yeah get over it and help me.” Liam gave him a look and crossed his arms. “Ugh pleaseeee” he begged. He smiled and bent down taking one of the crib legs from Louis so he could screw it on. Many curses and beers later and they had actually managed to get the nursery done. Even without Niall who had left to go get food downstairs and never came back. “Alright, you ready, babe?” Louis asked as he led you blindfolded to the room. You jumped around in awe looking at the wonderful job they had done. “Thank you, Lou!” you said pecking his lips before kissing each of the boys for their hard work. Even Niall.


He had kicked you out of the house today send you off with your friends to spend the day in town. You didn’t know what he was up to but you had a feeling you would come home to a pleasant surprise later on. “Zayn! I’m home!” you called out as you entered your shared home. “Just a second!” his voice shouted from up stairs. You walked over and started waddling up the stairs when your husband was soon trailing down after you. “Wait!” he said covering your eyes with his hands. “Why is your shirt all dirty?” you asked having caught a glimpse of his shirt that was covered in something pink. “Just shut your cute little mouth and try not to trip.” You chuckled and nudged him in the ribs as he helped you to your destination. “If it’s more clothes for me or toys for the baby-“ “Geez you never listen to me, women” he joked again. “Snarky today, Mr. Malik?” “Well, you would be too if you spent all day doing this” he said finally taking his hands away from your face. You gasped and brought your hands up to your mouth as tears formed in your eyes. “Oh my gosh.” “You like it?” he asked nervously. You nodded your head and hugged him tightly. “It’s amazing, Zayn! You’re so talented! And I know Mya’s going to love it too.”