Together (Sick and Hurt Liam ALTERNATE ENDING MPREG) (Discontinued)

The Show Must Go On

Liam's POV

Waking up my entire body is aching. I look around the room blinking sleep from my eyes, trying to remeber exactly what happened. I immeditly spot Niall laying oddly in a chair next to my bed, his loud snores drawing my attention. I pull myself into a sitting upright posioton ignoring the sharp pain from my back side. 

Three small hospital cribs that line one of the hospital walls catches my immedite attention. For there I know are my babies. 

"They're perfectly healthy and beautiful," Harry says from one side of me catching my attention. He smiles at me and I can't help but smile back tears filling my eyes.

"I want to see them. Harry, I need to see them," I plead trying to sit up a little better in my bed so I can maybe see them.

I watch Louis, who is sitting the closets to the babies, stands up and grabs my baby from the first crib. I reconize him immeidtly, it is my first born, Ian James. Louis cradles him in his arms slowly making his way over to my bed. I hold out my arms anxious to have my son in my arms. Louis bends over a littile settling Ian in my waiting arms carefully. I rest his son on the crook of my arm, tears of joy running down my cheeks as I take in my sleeping son. His eyes are closed, a tiny blue hat covers his head, his hands are scrunched up in tiny fist and he is wrapped up tightly in a tiny white blanket. 

"Hey buddy, I'm your daddy," I tell him tears running down my cheeks as I take my thumb taking his tiny, soft hand in mine. He doesn't wake his nose just scrunches up adoribly and he seems to relax in his sleep. 

"Niall, come take your godson so I can see my other son, please," I say getting Niall's attention immediately his eyes going wide.

"I'm his godfather? You mean that, Li?" Niall asks tears in his eyes as he comes over to my bedside.

"Yes, I mean it. Take him, Ni," I smile letting him take Ian out of my arms before carefully cradly him in his own. 

Grinning Louis comes over with Alex, my second born, in his arms lowering him as well into my arms.

I take Alex, holding him just as I had his brother only minutes earlier. He is dressed much like Ian, but his hair that is a shade darker than Ian's sticks out a little beneath his hat. I smile running my hand along his soft cheek as he sleeps. His skin so soft beneath my finger, he is perfect. 

"Hey there mister, you have a lot of people that love you already, and you don't even know it yet. You are already a pretty lucky baby mister, you're going to need it with me being your daddy," I tell him remembering how his umbilical cord had almost choked him when he was being born. "Louis, take your godson, so I can hold my baby girl," I tell him holding Alex out to him. He looks at me stunned but quickly steps forward taking Alex from my arms and into his own.

Harry gets up picking up my Alison and cradling her in his arms before handing her over to me.

My only daughter, my beautiful daughter. She unlike her brothers has a pink hat on top of her head. I can feel each time how she takes a breath, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily. 

"You are daddy's little angel. You're going to be in trouble when you grow up, between me and your uncles you're never going to have a boyfriend," I tell her taking her tiny hand wuth my thumb. "Your grandma would love you, her granddaughter," I tell her my tears running down my cheeks as I wish not for the first time that my mum was here to see her grandbabies. 

"Harry, I think your goddaughter wants to see you before her dad cries over her," I laugh handing Harry Alison tears running down my hceeks.

"I'm her godfather?" Harry asks looking at me surprised as he cradles my daughter, a smile on his face.