Free To Be Narry

12

Liam's pov.....

"Are you serious?" Louis questioned as he tied his other shoe. I nodded and ran my tongue over my teeth.

"You can go into early labor like that? He's only twenty-six weeks." "Yeah, apparently if the body is moving enough, it gets confused and releases braxton hicks which can trigger an early labor. Crazy right? Don't it just make you want to get knocked up?" I teased.

"Hilarious babe but I'm a male, I can't get pregnant." He shrugged. "That's what Niall said, now look at him." He tensed for a moment before releasing a small shiver. I chuckled and rubbed his knee.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out." I laughed and winced as he slapped my arm. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."I cried out playfully.

"Lads, let's clean the stairs a bit, the movers will be here soon to set up the nursery with us." Harry walked into the room but stopped as he saw the current situation. "Are we going to sit here and watch each other or are we going to get up off our arses and move." We stood up and walked up the steps, occasionally picking up stuff that was on the floor.

A moment later the doorbell rang and all of us were now upstairs. "I've got it!" Niall yelled from downstairs. "Ok!" Harry yelled back. "Just up there." I heard faintly. A few moments later two very built men came in with two massive boxes and a rather wide box.

"Thank you two so much." Niall said as the men finished. He shook their hands and they went on their way.

"Do you like it?" Niall pointed in the room. "Well, considering all I see is boxes galore I'll have to get back to you on that one." Louis shrugged earning a nudge to the side by Niall.

"Hey, it's not completely finished. We still have four and a half months left. We're just slowly bringing it all in." I nodded before chiming into the conversation.

"So, what all do you guys have?" I looked between Niall and Harry. "What you see is what we have so far." Harry clarified. "Which is what?" Louis shrugged once more. "Fuck's sake, crib, mattress, dresser, the closet is cleaned out. Niall's clothes are in my room now, we have to get clothes, bottles, formula, nappies, trollies, and pacifiers." Harry said a bit aggravated.

"Damn, babies take a lot." I stated then walked away. "Li, I'm hungry, cook me something." Louis wrapped his arms around my waist as I walked down to the kitchen.

"Like what?" I looked back at him. "I want a cuppa and a sandwich."

"Well, you can make yourself that Lou, that's not even close to cooking." I groaned. "Fine, a cuppa and mac and cheese." "That's better." I kissed him and grabbed the ingredients for his request.

Harry's pov.....

"Ni, you really shouldn't be doing that, don't hurt yourself." I complained as Niall tried to pick up the boxes with the crib set in it. "Shut it Harold, I'm fine." He defended.

"No, you're not, you're struggling." "I'm not- what is that dreadful smell?" Niall cut himself off and covered his nose with is shirt. I stopped and smelled but nothing smelled bad. "What does it smell like?" I questioned. "Gross that's what." He rushed downstairs with me hot on his heels.

"Aye, what are you making?" He asked Liam who was facing the stove. "Mac and Cheese, want some?" He shook his head and walked back up the steps.

"What'd I do?" I waved him off then explained. "It's the pregnancy, it's not you. The babies don't agree with it." I walked back up the steps to where Niall is.

"Ni, we can go out if you want?" He nodded and stood up. "Anywhere but here would be great." He walked past me and down the steps. I grabbed my wallet and stuff then went down as well, slipping my shoes on and walking out of the house to see Niall already walking to my car.