One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

21 ~ Talking to His Family

Harry ~When you returned from your vacation in the states, Anne and Robin, were coming to visit. It was a bit much for you, since you were so far along and rather uncomfortable, but Harry assured you that his mum and step-father would carry their own weight. Plus it was only for a few days.

"Where is she?" Anne said, walking into your flat, right past Harry. She had handed her bags to her son, and came to find you. Robin walked in with another one of Anne's bags slung over his shoulder. Harry frowned, not happy that his own mum passed right by him with out even a hello.

"Y/N?" she called, walking down the hall and into the kitchen. You were sitting at the table drinking your afternoon cup of tea and eating a biscuit while reading a baby magazine at the table. As you turned your head to face her, she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. "Oh, look at my darling!"

"Y/N, you look amazing," Robin smiled.

"Doesn't she look great? Pregnancy is treating you so well, love," she said, kissing your cheek. You blushed and thanked her, handing your nearly empty mug to Harry to refill. "That's right, you should be sitting down. Good job Harry."

"Finally some recognition," he muttered. Robin and Anne were now sitting at the kitchen table, Robin flipping through your magazine and Anne gushing about you and your pregnancy.

"So, not long now. Has my son finished the nursery yet?" she asked. You smiled and nodded.

"Yes, mum," he said, defending himself.

"Wasn't talking to you, Harry. Y/N, can I see it?" You lead her down the hallway to the room next to your bedroom, and opened the door for her.

"Harry did it all," you told her, and she nodded. She looked at every detail of the room: running her hands along the crib railing, feeling the curtains, toying with the stuffed animals.

"I did," your husband said proudly.

"So, is everything else organized yet?" she said, not looking up from the baby book titled 'Goodnight Moon'. You smiled and sat down in the rocker, the soreness in your back and legs from standing those few minutes easing.

"Well, we have the nursery finished, obviously. Although Y/N keeps making me move the furniture around..." Harry sighed, smirking playfully at you.

"You should be doing anything she asks you to. What about the name? Pick anything out yet?" her hands were still wandering along the room, touching every surface.

"Mum, we told you already," Harry said.

"No, you didn't. You picked out a name and didn't tell me!" she yelled, not too angry, but angry enough to scare Harry. Robin exited the room slowly, muttering something along the lines of 'you deal with her now'.

"Cordelia! We're calling her Cordelia! I'm sorry mum, I thought I told you! I'm sorry, yeah, okay! No! Stop it! Mum!" Harry ran around the room, dodging Anne's flicks and swats at his head. It was comical, watching the grown man run from his mother. You sat back, laughing and enjoying the show.

"Okay, you could have at least told me," she said, rolling her eyes as Harry stuck his tongue out at her. "I just hope you're both excited."

"We are," you told her, "but he's nervous as anything."

She laughed, and you all left the room, shutting the door behind you. "I love you, Harry," she said, running her finger over his cheek.

Niall ~ "What do you want to do with this?" Greg asked, holding a ratty blanket up that was full of holes.

"Throw it out, looks like the moths got to that one, too." You sighed, going through your drawers and putting your clothes into bags. You were moving today, into Niall's house. You were leaving you small, dingy apartment to move into a house that was close to a mansion. It was only practical, though. You were having a baby with Niall, so it only made sense to move in with him. You were glad that you would be able to wake up with him every morning when he got back from tour, and have all your things under the same roof as his. You were excited to be able to put your on touches in such a beautiful home. Also, you would always have access to all his comfy clothes.