#Sixty-Three (#Eleven P/BS) - Photo Album
If you’ve noticed, I am jumping around with the times for this series as well as the wedding series. I hope you don’t mind! I kind of kept the ones I didn’t reveal the gender of a secret ;)
| Niall |
It’s been about ten years since I married Niall. We have two kids and a bunch of photo albums full of pictures of our little family. Our parents took pictures of us when we were little but they stopped a few years into our life. Niall and I have decided we’re going to follow through for a long time, even if we can’t get every single moment. That would be crazy to try and get a picture every single day. But we’re trying, already having six big ones in the book shelf.
“What’re you doing mama?” I heard Alfie coming down the stairs to see me flipping through an album from when he was born.
“Looking through an album of you.” I smiled up at him. He had his dads bright blue eyes and my (Y/Hair/C). He was such a good boy too, only nine now.
“Ohh, can I look?” He smiled, wearing some basketball shorts and a One Direction tee shirt. I wonder or convinced him to wear that? “Oh and Felicity is crying and dad can’t calm her down.” He mumbled, already enticed in the album.
I walked upstairs and down two different halls to Niall and I’s bedroom. Felicity is only four years old and lately Niall can’t seem to make her happy. “What’s wrong?” I kissed her stomach and she went silent. Niall looked at me and blinked.
“Well,” he sighed, lying on our bed.
“I pulled the albums out.” I picked Felicity up and played with her a bit, getting a few giggles.
“Ohh I want to go look at him.” Him and his son sound exactly the same and it warms my heart.
| Liam |
“That’s the last picture babe!” Liam yelled. I walked into the living room furious now, clearly the baby is sleeping and you can’t yell or they’ll wake up.
“Liam James Payne I am this close.” I warned him. His eyes went big and he said not a word. “I haven’t slept in a month and my nipples are going to fall off they’ve been sucked on so much. If you wake that baby up you’re gonna get it.” I whispered in a rude tone. I was beyond tired of doing the same thing over and over. Having to fix this and that since Liam doesn’t do it how I want it. That’s just how it’s been and going to be, says my mother.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s alright.” I finally responded with, rubbing my face. I began crying silently and he got up to come hug me. “I’m so bloody tired.” I cried into his shirt. “Baby this is so hard.”
“Maybe you should let me help you, as in you need to show me how you do it so I can. You should be sleeping or putting that photo album together. Chill out baby you’ve done too much, let me help you.” He let it all out.
“Can I have a look at the album?” I kept sobbing.
He chuckled, “Of course. You’re going to love it.”
| Louis |
“I want the purple and green one, no basic blue and pink.” I talked on the phone with Louis.
“We’re having a girl if you remember.”
“We might have a boy!”
“Okay! Okay, I’ll get back ups. No blue or pink - too basic. I’ve got it. Any decor items for them?” I heard him say over the phone. He was out without me for how pregnant I am. As I look through the pictures we’ve taken throughout the pregnancy.
“I’ll pick up some cute baby things.” He chuckled when I didn’t respond.
“Sorry, I’m focused on these adorable pictures of you I’m putting in the album.” I smiled to myself, holding the pictures on my very pregnant stomach.
“Mhm.” He hummed. “I’ll see you in about an hour sweetie.” He kissed and hung up.
| Harry |
“That one there, this one here, this one next to that one.” I pointed quickly showing Harry where to put the pictures.
“You’re going to fast!” He whispered. I had just had Elliot and he’s only a week old. As I rocked him after breastfeeding him - Harry put the hospital pictures in our ‘Elliot’ album. I had learned in the time I’ve been pregnant and already having Elliot that I need to get things done quickly so I can get just an ounce of sleep. But I also need to do it the best I can.
“I’ve got it.” Harry reassured me when he saw the look on my face. “Go sleep, Elliot is asleep and there are only three pictures left. Go on, I’ve got him.” I handed Elliot over, the first time I had since the hospital.
I gave him a sad look, not meaning to but originally looking at Elliot. “(Y/N).” He said in a stern tone.
“Yes?” I looked at Harry.
“He’s my kid too, we’ll be okay.”
“I just want to look at him.” I slipped the album away from Harry and took it with me and Harry only laughed.
| Zayn |
“Look at this.” I showed my kids the stack of albums from the downstairs closet, or one of them at least. They all looked in awe, staring at the different ones. Some looked for the different years they were born and flipped through them.
“Pull out the albums again? Haven’t done that in a while!” Zayn came in kissing my cheek.
“I had forgot about these from when they were just babies.” I ran my fingers through their hair.
“What have we got, twelve?” Zayn laughed, pulling one to look at.
“Probably more than that.” We all laughed, “And there’s more to come.”