One Direction Preferences

You're In Labour With Your Second Kid

Liam:
With your first little girl running around, now at two years old, and Liam off on tour quite a bit, any moment of rest you could get, you basked in. It was remotely impossible for you to get even a minute to yourself but, nonetheless, you didn’t mind. You spent those times with your daughter, which you loved. It didn’t matter how many tea parties, dress up fashion shows, or doll house games you had to go through, you just loved seeing her smile and laugh-and it only grew when Liam came home. This week, you were lucky. Liam is home from tour, but tends to sleep a lot, which is understandable since he’s spent a lot of time up and about. You had just put Jillian down for a nap, and you hadn’t even wanted to start thinking about making dinner, so you yourself decided to lay down on the couch for a bit. You sighed in relief, finally getting a moment to yourself. “Finally...” You breathed out, closing your eyes with a smile. Your breathing got slightly heavier as your grew more and more tired. That is, until you felt a slight wetness spot become on the couch beneath your thihighs along eith a slight pain. Your eyes bolted open and you knew exactly what is was. Contractions begna soon after as you sat up and called for Liam, screaming his name over and over. You soon saw a body running down from the stairs towards you with a worried look. “Is everything okay?” He asked as his hadns made their way to your hunched back. “The baby’s coming,” was all you could get out before he ran tograb your shoes and prepared hospital bag. “Come on, get in the car.” He said while he grabbed the keys and began guiding you outside. “Um, Liam, you forgot something.” You said, stopping him in his tracks. “What?” He asked. “Jillian!”

Harry:
“Do you really think this is a good idea? To go do this when you’re so close to your due date?” Harry asked as he drove slowly down the road to the photography studio. “Of course babe, I’m not due for another couples of days. Plus, they’re taking pregnancy photos, they must get people in labour all the time!” Harry shrugged as you smiled out the window, pulling into the parking lot. You had waited so long to get these done, but with harry so busy all the time, you hardly had any time to. You decided it’s now or never since you were both free. Harry was a bit reluctant since this is his only free day this week and he wanted to rest but he knew you wouldn’t be pregnant forever, so you had to get them done soon. You had entered the building and not many were there, practically nobody. So, you were taken in quite quickly. A man with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair directed you and Harry in different poses, snapping away. Before you could get situated in another pose, you felt a familiar pang of a contraction along with some wetness running down. “Oh god,..” You whispered, clenching your stomach. With Harry behind you, he could sense your body tensing up. “Is she coming?” You gulped and nodded, looking up at him. He smiled and nodded, guiding you to the coat rack, chuckling. “Told you so,” he joked. “Shut up,” you said, grabbing your coat. “Just talk to the man, I’ll be in the car.”

Niall:
You laid, once again, in the hospital bed as you did the usual breathing. You had stayed calm (or somewhat calm) for your first pregnancy, and this one was only better. You were better at controlling your contractions, as well as dealing with the pain You still held Niall’s hand; moral support and all. “You’re doing great baby,” Niall cooed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You smiled, breathing once more. “I think this might be the same room we had for Hunter,” you laughed, as your eyes darted around. “I think it is! How funny,” Niall agreed. “You know,” you said, looking up at him just as another contraction passed, “we still haven’t thought of name for him.” Niall smiled down at you and bat his eye lashes, “well I’ve been thinking-” You cut him off with a groan of pain, pulling your free hand to your stomach. “I think he’s coming,” you whispered as Niall let go of your hand, running out of the room to find a doctor so your beautiful baby boy could finally enter the world.

Zayn:
You sat in the living room, playing with your daughter as the afternoon light set in on you two. “More tea Mommy?” Hazel asked, smiling while holding her plastic tea pot. “Well, of course!” You beamed back. “I wish Daddy was here.” She sighed while pouring you the invisible tea. “Me too baby, me too. But Daddy is out making money so you and I could play tea party!” Hazel giggled and took a sip from her cup, turning to her stuffed bear and ‘pouring him some tea’ as well. “How about-” You started before you were interrupted by your contractions hitting you almost instantly. You gasped as you quickly stood up, walking as quickly as you can to get your keys and phone to call Zayn. Hazel ran after you, tugging at the bottom of your skirt. “Is Mommy okay?” She asked, worried as you tried to stay calm and smile down to her. “Yes, Mommy is okay! You’re going ot come with Mommy to the hospital because your baby brother or sister is coming now! Grandma is going to meet us there and you’re going to sit with her, okay?” Hazel smiled from ear to ear, excited that her sibling would not be arriving. She grabbed her shoes and quickly slipped them on, running behind you into the car as you strapped her in with the phone between your ear and shoulder, trying to get a hold of Zayn before you couldn’t. You had a feeling the baby was coming son but you didn’t want to believe it. “You coucldn’t have waited three more days for Daddy to come home could you?” You chuckled, starting your way to the hospital.

Louis:
With everyone running about doing their own thing-Louis on tour or at the studio and you with work and your four year old son-things were too hectic to find a time to rest. You hadn’t even had a time for a baby shower for your soon-to-be-arriving baby boy. You were about eight months and three weks in and your baby shower was today. You had thought it was a bit werird to have it so late but didn’t care. This was your only free time with Louis and Brayden and you wanted to have one whether it be the day before you went into labour; you just had to have it. “You’re glowing, (Y/N)!” Your friend said as she hugged you, walking in and putting her present down. Louis waited behind you, holding you close as the last party=goer arrived. Brayden sat with the circle of people, talking about his new baby sister coming soon while he showed his grandmother a new toy he got. You smiled, giving Louis a kiss before heading back to the guests. You put out more snacks and began talking when you felt uneasy, uncomfortable, and a little painful. You got up ad walked over to Louis who was sitting in the kitchen with Brayden, fixing his broken toy. “Lou,” you whispered as he looked up at you with a smile. “I think she’s coming now...” You said as his face whiped over with worry. “Okay, don’t panic! I’ll just tell everyone and they’ll leave and we’ll take my mom with us to the hospital to take Brayden.” You nodded, on the verge of tears from embaressment and pain. You sat down as you slid your shoes on, waiting for Louis to take care of the guests. Oh god, you thought, please let this be an easy day...

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It was remotely impossible for you to get even a minute to yourself but, nonetheless, you didn’t mind. You spent those times with your daughter, which you loved. It didn’t matter how many tea parties, dress up fashion shows, or doll house games you had to go through, you just loved seeing her smile and laugh-and it only grew when Liam came home. This week, you were lucky. Liam is home from tour, but tends to sleep a lot, which is understandable since he’s spent a lot of time up and about. You had just put Jillian down for a nap, and you hadn’t even wanted to start thinking about making dinner, so you yourself decided to lay down on the couch for a bit. You sighed in relief, finally getting a moment to yourself. “Finally...” You breathed out, closing your eyes with a smile. Your breathing got slightly heavier as your grew more and more tired. That is, until you felt a slight wetness spot become on the couch beneath your thihighs along eith a slight pain. Your eyes bolted open and you knew exactly what is was. Contractions begna soon after as you sat up and called for Liam, screaming his name over and over. You soon saw a body running down from the stairs towards you with a worried look. “Is everything okay?” He asked as his hadns made their way to your hunched back. “The baby’s coming,” was all you could get out before he ran tograb your shoes and prepared hospital bag. “Come on, get in the car.” He said while he grabbed the keys and began guiding you outside. “Um, Liam, you forgot something.” You said, stopping him in his tracks. “What?” He asked. “Jillian!”