~1D imagines/preferences~

|Niall - newborn|

Niall is on his way home from tour, and your not feeling to well. You can't wait to sit, relax, cuddle and catch up with him. But instead, you are experiencing morning sickness, stomach pains, nausea, headache and more. Yes you are VERY pregnant.
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Your POV
About an hour before Niall was supposed to be home, you're feeling sharp pains in your stomach, and your breathing isn't steady. You aren't so sure what to do so you call Maura. She immediately drives over, sees your condition and packs a bag for you.

"What's going on?" You moan. "We need to get you to the hospital." She says quietly. Your eyes widen. "Am I in labor?!" She says as calm as she can. "I think your having contractions. We need to get you a doctor in the next 10 minutes. Come on sweetheart." You waddle down the stairs and climb into her car.

Niall's POV
"Hello?" I say in the phone. "Niall? This is Y/N-." "Sweetie, I'll be home in 10 minutes." "Don't go home!" My eyebrows furrow. "Why not?" "I'm in labor. Your mom says I'm having contractions, and we're on the way to the hospital." Her voice drops. "Niall, I am scared." "I'll meet you at the hospital, just wait for me okay? I wanna be there." "I'll try my best, but it's not really my decision when the baby comes, Niall." She chuckles. I smile and talk to her to calm her down until she reaches the hospital.

Your POV
Several hours later, your baby girl is in your arms. Niall looks scared as hell to touch her, but you make him lay down with you. He softly strokes her cheek and her eyelids flutter open. "Niall" you whisper. "She has your eyes." Your husband kisses your cheek and then his daughter's. "She looks just like you." He says. "You think so?" "I hope so. Because if she does, she will be absolutely beautifull." "Well your genes won't help." You joke. He chuckles. "They got you, didn't they." You grin and lean over to give him a kiss. He pulls away quickely, though your dissapointment. "What's wrong?" "Not in front of the baby." You smirk. "Why not?" "It's inappropriate." "Well she will have to know some time." You kiss his neck and his face melts into a grin.

"Y/N, cut it." You giggle and talk to your daughter, "I am your mommy, angel. And this is your daddy. He's a singer!" She yawns, stirring in your arms. "Sing to her." You whisper. Niall softly hums the chorus of Little Things. You lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, as your daughter does the same.