One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Your child asks an awkward question

Niall: Your 5 year old walked into the kitchen, sitting in hear seat and waited for you to grab her breakfast. Niall had walked in just as you set down bowl of cereal, dripping wet from the shower he had just taken. She was into her food as she innocently sat in hear seat. You were talking to Niall when her small voice interrupted the two of you. "Mummy, I know I was in your tummy when I was a baby, but where was I before that?" she asked, her big blue eyes staring at you. Your eyes widen while Niall choked on his cereal, both of you completely taken back. She kept her eyes on the two of you waiting for her answer. "Well?" she asked, pushing the two of you with her attitude. Niall looked at you and chuckled. "Eat your cereal," you said, ignoring her question and making her mope. "Why didn't you just make something up?" he chuckled, eating his food. "Like what?" you asked, glaring at him playfully. "Like you were in daddy's di-" You didn't let him continue, slapping your hand over his mouth and telling him that was inappropriate.

Zayn: He was thrusting into you, making you moan out loud. The two of you were so into the moment that you didn't notice your son walking in. He was whimpering as he approached the bed, making the both of you pull away quickly. You both wrapped the sheets around you as he stared at you. "What's wrong, baby?" Zayn asked, sitting up and looking down at him. Both of you were mortified, but he was too young to know what was going on. "Why were you hurting mummy? She was screaming and you weren't stopping," he whimpered, looking at his dad with big, watery eyes. Zayn looked at you and chuckled before whispering, "Should've been quieter, babe." "Are you okay, mummy?" he asked, walking over to your side of the bed. You smiled and looked down at him, not wanting to pick him up since you were still naked. "Yes, baby, I'm fine. Daddy and I were just... Wrestling. I'm fine," you smiled, touching his cheek. "Come one, sonny, let's get you to bed," Zayn said, getting out of bed and taking your son to his room. When he came back, he picked up where you left off, but remembered to lock the door and told you to be quieter.

Louis: Your daughter had gone shopping with you, her mouth was working a million miles a minute and it was the cutest thing ever. She was a splitting image of Louis, who was also with the two of you. Having the both of them with you was a lot of work when you were trying to get things for the house. They often distracted you, Louis being the biggest kid as he complained with her. "What else is on the list?" you asked, looking over at him. He picked up the list and smirked. "The things that keep your period at bay," he chuckled, making her giggle thought she didn't know what he was talking about. "Mum, what's a period?" she asked, making people's heads turn as the two of you walked down the aisle. You stopped in your tracks and looked at Louis who was laughing his butt off. A couple of people were sending you glares, but you ignored it, already embarrassed as it is. "It's something that happens to girls when they get older," you said, not wanting to explain it yet. "But when? What is it?" she asked, urging you. You looked at Lou for help, annoyed with him the most. "We'll tell you when you're older," he said, trying to hold in his laughter.

Harry: He was holding your daughter as the two of you made your way into the restaurant, like he always did. She was a Chatty Cathy all day, asking questions and talking to random people that she saw. It was a quality she had learned from her dad. Her unruly curls, her eyes, everything about her just screamed mini Harry. The three of you sat down, he next to him in a booth while you were on the other side. As you and Harry talked, she had turned her attention to the other customers in the restaurant. She had taken a notice to a guy who was on the bigger side, saying hi to him as he walked by. He had been kind enough to stop and talk to her, causing you and Harry to turn your attention to them. Just in time to hear her ask, "Are you going to have a baby?" He looked at her with furrowed eyes brows and shook his head with a laugh before telling her by. "Why would you ask him that, love?" Harry asked, looking down at her, ready to laugh. "He's got a tummy. A lot of people with tummies have babies." Her reasoning was all over, but he had laughed. "Boys don't have babies, princess. Not every with a tummy has a baby in their tummy. That's not a nice question to ask, okay?" he said, looking at your for help. "But why?" she asked, still lost. You chuckled and took a turn at it, getting through to her with the fact that people are all sizes and it's perfectly normal. "Okay," she said, seeming to accept her answer as she turned her attention back to the room.

Liam: Your son had been very curious lately. Every time he heard of something new, he would ask questions about it. He had the memory of an elephant, never forgetting things that had come up days ago. While you three had been out getting ice cream, he had asked something that you didn't he would ask so soon. "What?" you asked, looking at him with a slack jaw. "What's sex?" he asked, licking his ice cream cone. Liam looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows before looking back at your son. "Where did you hear the word, sex?" he asked. Your son continued to eat his cone, getting it all over his face. "I heard you tell uncle Zayn that you and mummy had sex. What's sex?" You coughed and looked at Liam, glaring at him as you raised an eyebrow. "Why would you be telling Zayn that, Liam?" He chuckled and shrugged and then turned his attention to his son, getting a jab on the side of his torso from you. "You don't need to know what sex is yet. I'll tell you when you're older. Don't talk about it until then, please," Liam said, reaching over to clean his face while chuckling.