Louis: He looks down at his little miracle boy, the baby that wasn’t supposed to make it but snoozes in his arms and is very much alive. No longer caring about looking tough, the tears stream down his face and plop onto the blanket his son is wrapped in. As if afraid he’ll break him, he gently raises a finger to trace his baby’s eyelids, nose, and lips, feeling the soft and gentle curves of his face. “Perfect, perfect, perfect,” he tells his son so that he’ll never forget it. All the worrying, all the doctor visits, it’s all a distant memory as he sits here in the present, in total rapture with the start of his family, this amazing marvel.
Harry: His chin rests on your shoulder as you cradle your baby girl in your arms for the first time. Lips parted in wonder, Harry’s eyes flit from his daughter to you, his heart swelling with pride and joy. Already he’s hoping that she has your eyes and your smile, and he can’t help but picture what she’ll look like at home, sleeping in her crib. Bringing a finger to her little fist, he feels his chest tighten when his daughter wraps her teeny tiny fingers around just one of his, holding on as if her life depends on it. The feeling of her warm skin against his makes him want to care for and protect her forever, keeping her his little angel
Niall: He’s still in shock as the doctor hands him his newborn son, not quite believing he’s actually a father now. But as he holds the warm bundle tight to his chest and studies his boy’s sleepy face, it begins to seep in. His smile grows, his eyes swim, and his breath gets caught in his throat as he stares, wanting to freeze this moment in time and keep it with him forever. Photos are snapped and he receives pats on the back, but it all fades into the background as he tells himself over and over again, “I’m a dad.”
Liam: Hiding his wince as you grip his hand tighter, he uses his other hand to push the hair from your forehead, running his fingers through your hair as you push harder. A constant stream of encouraging words flow from his lips that are against your ear, soothing you and taking your mind off the pain. Then with one last push, the sound of his daughter crying rips through the air and his whispering dies away. Still gripping your hand, he looks up to see your baby being cleaned off and measured. All he can think is that it doesn’t matter how long she is, or how much she weighs, she’s perfect, absolutely perfect.
Zayn: Hesitating to hold her, he worries he’ll drop her, break her somehow, and he can’t break something so precious. But Zayn takes a deep breath and reaches for her, and as soon as he’s holding her all the stress falls away and is replaced by love. Love for you, the woman that gave him such a wonderful gift, and love for his beautiful baby girl. She can do no wrong in his eyes, she is brand new and free of flaws and it almost makes him laugh. Because how can he, someone stitched of imperfections, help create something so faultless? He shakes his head and wipes his eyes, vowing to his daughter to keep her safe from fear and mistakes
