It was your's and Louis' 2 year anniversary of being married and you had some excited news. You were scared to tell him because you didn't know how he'd react. When he got home that night aroud 6, you both went out to dinner at a very nice french restaurant.
"Louis, I have s-some n-news." You studdered.
"What is it dear?"
"I'm p-p-p-pregnant."
"THAT'S WONDERFUL NEWS!" He screamed to the whole restaurant.
"Yea, but how will it effect your job? What about the boys?"
"We'll work around it. Trust me, we'll be fine."
You both finished dinner and went hme to sleep.
That night you had nightmares of someone coming into your house while you were sleeping and cut your stomach and killed the baby.
You woke up sweating and breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?" Louis asked cautiously.
You couldn't manage words so you just shook your head no.
Louis held you close and stayed up the rest of the night with you considering it was only 3 in the morning.
-8 months later (when the baby is due)-
You felt sharp pains in your stomach and Louis couldn't take you to the hospital because he was in an interview with Niall and Liam. You called Harry and Zayn to take you to the hospital and they came right away.
You arrived to the hospital and they got you a wheelchair and before they took you into the back, you told Harry, "Call Louis and get him down here for the birth of his son."
"It's a boy! That's awesome!"
"HARRY! CALL HIM NOW!"
"Right, sorry."
They gave you some pain medication and put you in a hospital bed. Then the doctor came in and told you it was time.
"I can't do this without Louis here!"
"You might not have a choice. The baby is coming."
"Get Harry!" You screamed.
Harry barged in, "What's wrong?"
"Where's Louis?"
"I called him and he said he was on his way."
Right then Louis came running in. "Is there a baby yet?"
"Nope, I waited for you."
"Well we better get hurrying then!" The doctor said.
You then had a beautiful, healthy, baby boy.
