"Are you sure we should go to work, Niall?" Louis asked. "I mean you're almost thirty eight weeks."
"Yeah, Niall. We should stay home with you," Liam agreed. "And you should also stay home."
"No you shouldn't! I can go to work and I'll be fine. Just because I'm a little bit bigger than everyone there doesn't mean that I am any different. We are going to work," Niall stated firmly.
"But we don't want anything to happen to you, babe. We care too much," Harry said. He put his hands on Niall's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Please just stay home. For yours and the baby's health."
"Can I stay with daddy today?" 8 year old London asked. The boys had a baby 8 years back and they named her London. They decided that any kids they had, they wanted to be named after a city or country.
The boys found out Niall was pregnant with another girl. They chose the name Holland (I have a friend named Holland and she's really nice so don't think I was just coming up with random countries).
"No, honey. You need to come to work with us. Daddy needs to stay home and rest and keep your sister safe," Zayn said. London pouted. "And it's bring your daughter to work day."
"But I don't want to go to work with you," she argued.
"Really? Because your friend Noelle is gonna be there." Louis smirked.
"Okay!" She ran out to the car, not waiting for the 4 boys.
"Just call us if you need anything, okay Niall?" Harry said.
"I will," he huffed. "I can't believe you're making me stay here," he whispered to himself.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Nothing. I'll see you tonight."
"Bye!"
"We love you!"
"See you tonight!"
"Stay safe!" The door shut, leaving Niall to sit around the house and do nothing.
He decided to be a bit mischievous and ignore the boys. He waited until the van with his boyfriends and daughter in it was out of sight.
As soon as it was gone, he changed out of his pyjamas, made a cup of tea to go, and left. He had a bit of trouble getting in the car, but it wasn't impossible.
He pulled up to his office (he worked as a dietician-- someone who helps with diets and weight loss) (I think).
He went inside. He checked in and started passing by the classes that the boys were teaching. He worked at a recreation centre, where all the boys were able to work for different classes.
He passed Liam's class, which was a workout class. He passed by Zayn's class, where he taught art. He caught a glimpse of London painting next to Zayn's easel. He then passed Louis' class which was a pee wee football (American soccer) class. Last, he passed Harry's room where he was teaching kids how to dance. Niall almost got too distracted and almost stopped and watched, but he realised Harry would probably notice him.
He scurried into his class room that had pictures of the food triangle and healthy foods. He sat down and looked at his schedule. No appointments. Figures.
He decided to go say hi to the boys and London. He knew he would get in a lot of trouble, but he wanted to say hello to his family. And what's wrong with saying hi to family? Nothing.
He popped into Louis' class, knowing it would take Louis a few minutes to realise Niall was watching. He opened the door. Louis stood in one part of the room showing a kid how a ball was supposed to go in the net to get a goal.
