One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Louis Imagine for @r5lover213

Louis Imagine for Julia! Hope you like it!

"You did great, Julia," Louis complimented, kissing my sweaty forehead.

"Shut up," I yawned, laying back into my hospital pillow. "Are they getting cleaned up now?"

Louis nodded, smiling lovingly at me. "You know, you nearly broke my hand back there."

"Well you nearly broke my vagina so," I trailed off as Louis crinkled his nose in disgust.

"Too much for me, love." I laughed tiredly, and the two of us settled into a comfortable silence. "When do I get to see them?"

"Right now," my midwife interrupted, entering the room with two other nurses. Each one was carrying a baby, and I felt my heart physically lift at the sight of them.

"Which one would you like to hold, Julia? Our son or our daughter?"

"You're already making me choose favorites," I shot at Louis, jokingly, and he held up his hands in defense. "Surprise me," I told the midwife, and she laughed, handing me my newborn daughter.

"We would like to apologize again for the misunderstanding. I guess this little guy was hiding behind his sister or something in the ultrasound," the nurse apologized, handing our son to Louis. Louis was gazing down at him, his eyes never leaving the baby's face. He cradled the baby as if he was a piece of glass that would shatter the moment it came into contact with anything.

"It's fine. The more the merrier!" I laughed, and she chuckled too.

"You say that now. Wait until the terrible two's."

***

"Okay, welcome home, little guys," Louis said, opening the front door of our flat and letting me walk in with a baby in each hand. "Can I show them their room?!" Louis asked excitedly.

"Sure, but I hope he doesn't feel left out," I joked, nodding towards our sleeping son. "The entire room is pink and girly. You should promise him a more manly room," I joked.

Louis turned around and bent down so that he was eye level with the sleeping baby. "I promise we'll fix up the guest room for you soon, little man. We'll put in footballs and dinosaurs and monster trucks and all that shit."

"Louis!" I whisper-scolded as he turned to look at me innocently. "You can't cuss around them!"

"Shit, sorry, love." I rolled my eyes, and the two of us headed towards the bedroom, where we put both of the babies in the crib for the rest of their nap. "See, Julia, easy as cake."

***

"Julia, the cake's burning!" Louis shouted to me from across the flat as I bounced a crying baby on my hip.

"Shh, love, it's okay. Stop crying," I comforted her, patting her back. Her crying woke up her brother, who started to wail even louder, if that was possible. "Oh, not you too," I groaned, continuing to rock my daughter back and forth.

Their crying persisted, and the smell of burning batter reached my nose at full force. "Louis, throw out the cake and come and help me," I yelled. I heard a clatter in the kitchen, and then Louis was in the doorway to the room, looking exhausted and stressed out.

"Come here, little man," he sighed, picking up our son and rocking him just like I was. "Niall's gonna be mad about the cake," he said to me in an effort to ease the tension. But I was having none of it. I was running on about four hours of sleep and roughly three cups of coffee, and the baby had been crying for almost an hour now.

"I don't care about the damn cake," I shouted back, taking a deep breath before going back to comforting my baby girl.

Louis gasped dramatically, and I turned to see him staring at me with wide eyes. "There were so many things wrong with that sentence. First, cake is everything. Two, I thought you didn't want us to curse around the babies," he replied with a smirk.

I breathed out a laugh. "You're such a dork." Louis scoffed, and I continued. "But you're a dork who's right. I'm sorry."

"Come again?" he responded, and I rolled my eyes at his mischievous tone. "Feel better now?" he asked, finally managing to quiet down our son.

"Yeah, a little bit. I knew I was right to call you in here," I joked, the two of us laughing as our daughter ended her tantrum.

Within the next few minutes, both of the babies were asleep in our arms, and I was about ready to cry tears of joy. "Wow. That midwife was completely and utterly right," I sighed, placing the baby back in the crib and rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah," Louis agreed, nodding, and setting our son down next to his sister. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder and kissing my cheek. "But I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world."

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Here you go, Julia! Sorry it was super late!

I don't really have anything to say, so this is going to be a short Author's Note lol

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