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Your Child's First Words

Louis: It was 10:00 at night, you were in bed waiting for Louis. He walks in carrying your son, "hey what's he doing up?" you question, you didn't even hear him cry, "he's been up a while, I tried singing but he won't go to sleep, so I'll play with him a little." Louis answers sitting on the bed with your 1 year old. He puts your son on the bed and he crawls to you smiling. "Hey there big boy" you coo, he smiles and giggles before going back to Louis. "So is my son going to talk anytime soon?" Louis asks, your son simply dribbles a little laughing at Louis. "I'll take that as a no" Louis sighs, and you laugh, "Say mummy, mu-mmy" you slowly say to your son, "no he is a daddy's boy, he is saying daddy. Say da-ddy" Louis interrupts, and continue trying to get him to say 'daddy' "He will talk when he is ready" you yawn getting tired, amazed Louis and your son weren't tired as well. "Go to sleep love I'll stay up with him until he goes to sleep." Louis says leaning over and kissing your cheek. "okay" you nod tiredly, you kiss your son goodnight before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. "Love...y/n wake up quick" Louis suddenly wakes you. You sit up adjusting your eyes to the light, "go on say daddy again." Louis encourages your sleepy son. You sigh, "he's tired Louis." "sh wait" Louis shakes his head, "Say daddy" Louis says. You sigh and rest back down on the pillow, "D..D..Dadda" your son stumbles out, "See he said it, he said his first words" Louis claps, "he did, aww we are so proud of you baby" you coo sitting back up and kissing your son, "Told you he would say daddy" Louis smiles, "you bribed him any Bets" you giggle as Louis picks your son up and takes him to his room.

Niall: You were sitting down reading a book while Niall was playing with your little girl, "shouldn't she be talking yet?" Niall asks, "no my friends daughter didn't start talking until she was over a year old" "Yeah but she should talk, she doesn't" "Niall she will learn" "hmm maybe we should get her checked out." he says, you put your book down, "Niall look at me" you state, he looks at you his eyes gleaming, "ever since we had her you worry something is wrong, I assure you she is fine, she doesn't need checking out, she's actually more advanced, she started crawling at an early age, and moving and what not." "But but-" "no buts we just need to teach her" you assure him. He sighs and starts talking to your daughter, "Niall stick to teaching her one word." you instruct, "okay, say daddy... Can you say daddy... Dada.... Anything. Come on say daddy for me." Niall smiles, "Daddy, d-ad-d-y." he says, your daughter looks at him strangely, before crawling away, "no I'm not done playing." Niall shakes his head scooping her up and sitting her in his lap. You laugh quietly at his attempts to keep her still. "Say daddy, come on say daddy and you will make me so happy.. Daddy" Niall tries again but she looks at you, "She's hungry Niall" you state still reading your book while observing. "Okay, what do you want to eat? Milk? Chips? Nandos? Oh mummy got us some more cookies yesterday." "stick to baby food Niall" you giggle, and he pouts before leaving. He comes back into the living room with baby food, he gave a spoonful to your daughter and taking a spoonful for himself. He finished feeding and leaves her on the couch with you while putting the empty jar of baby food in the trash. "D-dd" you hear your daughter sounding, you look up from the book, "Niall quick" you suddenly call, "Ddaa" she says, and Niall comes running in, "what happened?" he asks, "d-d-a" your daughter sounds again, "daddy sweetie it's daddy" Niall says, "Dddadd" she manages to let out in a cute baby voice, "she did it she said daddy yay, oh yeah." Niall exclaims jumping around cutely, you laugh at your husbands celebration.

Zayn: Your twin boys seemed to be really fast leaders, they picked up crawling and everything very quickly, which was a good sign, "Mum can I go out?" your son Justin asks, "Uhm yeah but I need you home before dinner" you answer your 15 year old son, there was a big age difference between your son and the twins but oh well. You were spending time with the twins waiting for Zayn and your son to come home. "Can you say mummy?" you ask the boys and they look at you with toys in their hands, "Say mummy... Mum... Mmm-uu-mm-y" you sound out to the boys, one of the boys just blinks at you unaware of what you want him to do, and the other just sits quietly looking at you. "come on say mummy, I know you both want to. Say mummy for mummy" you smile, "maybe they don't want to" Zayn smirks entering the room, "you scared me don't do that" you whine and he laughs, "you know their first work will be dad because I'm amazing" he laughs, "what ever keep dreaming" your roll your eyes. "Dad can I have some money?" Justin calls, entering the house, "well hello Justin, how was your day? Mine was good" Zayn sarcastically says, "hey dad, how was your day?" Justin asks not enthusiastically, "it was great, and no you can't" zayn answers and Justin sighs. He sits down with the twins, "you know when you get older just a fair warning if you ever want things ask mum, dads tight" he whispers but you and zayn heard. "Why don't they talk?" Justin asks, "they will" you shrug, watching, "you two are boring" Justin whines, "Just." your son just pipes out of nowhere, "What?" you quickly say and your twin son looks at Justin, "Just" he repeats, "Just, Just, Just" he says again, "It's Justin kid, not just" Justin corrects the twin, "Just" your boy replies, while the other sits still playing, "Did he say Just? As in for Justin?" Zayn asks scooping him up in his arms, "yes he did" "trust his first word to be for Justin" Zayn chuckles, "maybe because I'm forever being told off" Justin says playing with the son who hasn't said anything yet.

Liam: All the boys were over, they were in the living room talking and making a mess. You didn't mind you loved it when they were over. You were walking to the stairs when you heard Liam say, "Say daddy, you're going to say daddy." to your son. You decide to go and listen and sit down with the boys. "He won't say daddy, you have to say Niall" Niall interrupts, "no he has to say Louis." Louis shakes his head, "excuse me he has to say his favourite uncles name, Harry." Harry states, "no he has to say mummy. Say mummy" you giggle, "No I'm going to be the first word. Say Zayn you love me more." Zayn pipes in, your son looks around confused, too many words being thrown around. "Daddy" Liam coos, "say daddy" he instructs, your son blinks at Liam and looks at Zayn, and points, but doesn't say anything. Liam sighs and gets up, while the boys continue trying to get your son to say their names. "It is no use he doesn't want to talk" Harry sighs, "no he just doesn't want to say your name" you smirk, Harry pokes his tongue out, "Say food" "Niall really?" you laugh, "yea he should know the word food" Niall nods. "What hope does this kid have, he has Niall trying to teach him to say food?" Zayn jokes. Liam comes back on and hits his knee on the table. "Shit" he curses. "Hey language daddy directioner." Louis comments. "We can't get him to say mummy or daddy pretty sure he isn't going to pick up on our bad language." Liam defends, "he has a point."Zayn agrees. "Give him time he will speak" you state, "yeah maybe he needs to be bribed with food?" Niall suggests, "I swear that is only something you would say." Liam laughs, and the boys go quiet as your son starts to make weird sounds, "ss..shh.shit" your son blurts out, the boys crack up laughing and liam sits stunned. "His first word was shit?" he asks, his jaw dropped. "So we can't get him to say mummy or daddy but he manages to say shit... Okay you boys are hanging with him far too much." you laugh in a joking matter, "so Liam great theory you had" Louis laughs, "oh bite me. Now son you say that again I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap." Liam says smiling, "shit shit shit" your son cutely pronounces proudly. Everyone laughs including Liam.

Harry: "Babe...babe...y/n....love....sweetheart... Y/n" Harry kept trying to get your attention, you were curled up on the couch just enjoying the quiet time. "Yes?" "I'm bored" Harry whines, "hi bored" you reply being a smart ass. "ha ha funny" he sighs, "play with your daughter" you yawn, "she doesn't like playing with me, she always cries." "that's because you steal her nose." "it's a game" "she's not even a year old, she doesn't like you touching her nose." you reply, he shrugs and picks her up from her play pen. "Lets see if I can get you to talk" Harry smiles sitting down and sitting her in his lap. "Dadda, say daddy, daddy.... Da..ddy" Harry instructs talking slowly for her. You smile watching them, "d..a...d...d...y" Harry slowly says out loud to her, she doesn't say anything she continues sitting on Harry's lap. She was the quiet baby, she didn't make many sounds but you knew she could, she just stayed quiet, she barely cried as well. "is she going to talk?" Harry asks you, "when she understands" you nod, slowly falling asleep listening to Harry trying to teach her. "mum" you hear a cute little baby voice echo, your eyes open and you see Harry looking happy, "she said her first work, this is great, she did it." Harry exclaims like a proud father.