This one shot contains: Lilo, Niam, Narry and Larry.
"C'mon, Louis. You can do it. Our baby's almost here," Liam said, holding his husband's hand.
"Agh I can't," Louis said, breathless.
"Yes you can. Just one more." Louis brought his chin to his chest for the final time, bringing his baby into the world. "Oh my goodness."
"It's a boy!" The nurse announced. He was placed on Louis' chest.
"Hi baby boy." He softly rubbed the towel over his little body as he squirmed and the nurse suctioned his nose and mouth.
"Little James," Liam said, running a finger down his cheek.
*~A few weeks later~*
"Louis, c'mon. Don't be like this," Liam begged, watching his husband become red with anger.
"Don't tell me how to act, Liam," he huffed.
"Louis, this behaviour is ridiculous! I thought it was just because of your pregnancy, but you're still acting like it and James is almost a month old. What is going on?" Liam asked, putting his hands on Louis' shoulders.
Louis quickly removed them. "Don't touch me. I want a divorce-" He immediately covered his mouth.
"W-what?" Liam asked, tears forming.
"I want a divorce. I can't do this. You're so demanding and I can't take it. I'm tired, stressed, and the last thing you want to do is help me."
"Please. Take it back, Louis. You don't really want one do you?"
"I do."
"Well, if you're so tired and stressed, then why do you want me gone? I help you so much."
"That's why I'm tired, Liam! I don't get any sleep! James doesn't sleep and you never take the night shift. Ever!"
"Louis I-" A cry came from upstairs, meaning James was awake.
"Just get out, Liam," Louis said, pointing to the door. "We'll file the divorce papers later but just get out."
"But-"
"I said get out!" He yelled. Liam looked to the floor and walked out.
"I'm sorry, Lou," was the last thing he whispered before shutting the door.
He get in his car, driving to the closest bar. He sat in a barstool, waiting to be waited on. Eventually a person came out to wait on him.
"Hello. What can I get for you?" He asked, his accent thick.
"A beer. Whatever kind you think is best," he said, not taking his hand away from his face.
"Well, I'll go get that then." He walked into the back room. Liam ran a hand through his hair. The waiter came back out with his finest beer. "Here you go. This is my favourite."
Liam sipped it, instantly enjoying it. "Wow this is really good."
"Yeah it's brewed in the room back there," he said, pointing to the back room.
"That's cool. I've always wondered, what's it like working in a bar?"
"It's cool. You get a drink whenever you want but it is what it is." Those words made Liam lose it. That's what Louis always used to say. "Whoa are you alright, man?"
"I'm sorry. I just divorced my husband. He always used to say 'It is what it is'."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
