The Love Story Between Sophie Thompson And Niall Horan

Chapter 114 The Birth Of Johanna Félicité Tomlinson

March 25th, 2022

Danielle's Point of View

It was a bittersweet morning. If Louis's mum, Johanna, had been alive today, she would have been turning 62. I couldn't help but think about her as I lay awake in bed, feeling the weight of this day. It was a strange mix of emotions. And yet, even with that heavy thought, there was excitement too, because today was the day—my baby girl was finally arriving.

It was around 2:00 a.m. when I felt the first sensation that something was off. At first, I thought it was just a random discomfort, maybe from all the extra pressure from carrying a baby at 40 weeks. But then, a sudden feeling of wetness made me sit up straight. My heart raced. I looked down in the dim light and realized what had just happened—my water had broken.

I gasped, my heart pounding. "Louis!" I shook him awake, panic creeping into my voice.

He stirred, blinking groggily at me. "Hmm?" His voice was thick with sleep, but he quickly snapped into alertness as he saw the worry on my face. "Danielle? What's wrong?"

"My water broke," I said quickly, almost breathlessly. "The baby—she's coming!"

Louis blinked, still disoriented. His eyes went wide as the realization hit. "Okay, okay," he said, sitting up and rubbing his face. "Let me call the hospital first."

I nodded, holding my stomach as I felt another surge of excitement—and nerves. "And call my parents, too," I added. "They need to come watch the boys. They're all still asleep, but we need them to come now."

Louis was already grabbing his phone. "Got it," he muttered, dialing the hospital number quickly.

As I watched him, my mind raced. I couldn't believe it was happening. Today, of all days. The day Johanna would have turned 62, and the day we had been preparing for—well, it was finally here. But then, my thoughts turned to Ashton. It had only been six weeks since he broke his arm, on February 13th, the day before his second birthday. The poor little guy had been in so much pain, and we'd been so worried. He had a bright red cast on his arm now, and he was adjusting to not being able to move around as easily.

On his birthday, we had planned to transition him into a big boy bed, but the doctor had advised us to keep him in his crib for now, considering his injury. I felt terrible about it, but Ashton had taken it in stride, always so sweet and understanding.

"Hello, this is Louis, I'm calling because my wife is in labor—her water just broke. We're on our way to the hospital," I overheard him saying, his voice steady now but still laced with urgency.

I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to steady myself. The baby was coming, and there was so much to do. But I knew Louis would handle everything. He always did.

"Okay, I'll call them now," he said, hanging up and immediately dialing my parents. I could hear him briefly explaining the situation to my mom, Linda. "We'll be leaving soon, but can you come watch the boys? They're all still asleep, but we need to get them ready, please."

I could hear my mom's voice on the other end. "Of course, darling! We'll be there as soon as we can!"

Louis hung up and turned back to me. "They're on their way," he said, his voice calm despite the excitement. "Let's get you ready. How are you feeling?"

"Excited and terrified at the same time," I admitted, glancing down at my stomach. "It's happening."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "We'll get through this together, okay? You're amazing."