Smokescreen (mpreg)

Conclusion pt 1

Niall's POV

Harry and I were making dinner in early September for Louis and Greg. Louis found a job being a youth football, soccer, coach and Greg was still doing what he moved out here to do; he tried to explain once, it had something with computers but he lost me about three words in so I had no idea what he did. Harry, of course, didn't work.

I worked as Louis's assistant coach but took an extended vacation from my job when Harry entered the ninth month of his pregnancy; someone need to be home in case he needed help. My poor mate could barely move, much less function, alone. His stomach was absolutely massive; every morning I would wake up and be surprised that his tummy hasn't exploded yet. He would get tired walking from the toilet to the bedroom and to walk from the bed to the kitchen was nearly impossible for him.

He was forced to lay around all day and he always felt so bad that everyone else was taking care of him even though we all reassured him that it was fine. He apologized to Greg each time he had to go food shopping, which was twice a week. Louis tried several times to pay rent but Greg always refused; eventually Louis tried to pay rent on the sly, hiding some cash inside of Greg's coats or pants but the next morning the money would just be sitting on the table.

Harry and I were cutting vegetables to make a fresh salad as a side to the tacos we were cooking when he suddenly grunted in discomfort and held his stomached; I glanced at him but I was too worried, these usually came and went, the doctor said that his body was practicing contractions for when he went into labor, so it was normal.

What wasn't normal though was another spasm not even thirty seconds later. "Harry are you alright?" I asked, wiping my hands on a rag "I told you not to push yourself, c'mon" I said before guiding him to the couch "Wait, Niall, something's different." he said quickly.

"Are you ok?" I said, already pulling out my phone to call the doctor "Niall...I think they're coming" he said doubled over while holding his tummy. "Are you sure? They can't be! Everyone is at work!" I said, in shock. "I don't think the triplets care" he said through gritted teeth.

I ran Louis's bedroom before grabbing the bag that we packed in case this ever happened, then l ran outside and threw everything into the beat-up clunker, spare car, before I went back to help Harry . "Breathe Harry, you're going to be fine" I repeated over and over and over; trying to calm both of us down as I helped him to the car.

As I drove us to the hospital, breaking every single traffic law in existence and speeding down the highway, I called Louis on the phone who of course answered in seconds "Nialler?" he asked. "Louis your little lads decided that today was the day; I wonder what happened in there: Revolution? Vacation? Did a fist fight break out? Did one of them fart? Cause I've been around you for a while now Louis and when you fart I wouldn't want to be in the same room as you either. Imagine what it would be like with three" I rambled, scared out of my mind.

"Niall, Niall, Niall, what the bloody hell are you trying to say?" Louis said "The babies are coming!" I nearly shouted as I swerved around a car that was going too slow. Louis let out an impressive string of curse words "Ok, ok, ok don't panic; I'm on my way" Louis said before hanging up. "We're going to be ok Harry" I said, glancing at him.

Louis's POV

I wanted to scream in frustration as I waited for Greg to come pick me up in his car; we only had two cars and obviously Niall and Harry had the other one, I really should have gotten my motorcycle shipped to me.

I jumped into the car when Greg pulled up and we drove to the hospital, a million years later we finally arrived and I ran inside. I saw Niall sitting in the waiting room but I ran right passed him to the front desk "Harry Styles, what room is he in?" I asked breathlessly. The nurse checked her computer "He's in Birthing room number 3".

I went to the room and went inside, Harry was sitting on a chair with his legs in air; if Harry wasn't giving birth to our children it would have been very erotic. One of the nurses walked up to me "Sorry sir but you have to leave-" "No, it's his fault I'm like this" Harry panted. The nurse nodded "Alright Dad, please put on those scrubs over your normal clothes and wash your hands so you can help bring your children into the world". "Amazing, his body his reacting the exact same way a female's would" one of the doctor's said under his breath "He might be able to go through with a natural birth".

I turned to Harry "You're not getting the Cesarean section? The C-Section we talked about?" Harry shook his head "I don't want the scar for the rest of my life, I want my body back" he managed to say before he tensed up and screamed. "Breath Harry it's important to breathe between your contractions" one of nurses said before she handed me a cloth to wipe his forehead.

"I don't want anymore kids" Harry said through clenched teeth "Louis if you love me you will let me die here" "It'll be worth it baby" I said kissing his forehead. "Don't touch me!" He snarled "It's too late to say you're sorry!" he said before he screamed again.

"C'mon Harry, you're doing great" one of the doctors said looking at several monitors. "If it makes you feel better, Dad" another of the male nurses said to me "By now my wife was threatening to kill me and screaming that she wanted a divorce so this guy really loves you" he said.

Harry screamed again and one of doctors grabbed a towel "I can see the top of head! C'mon Harry you're almost there; the first is the hardest, after that the other two will just walk out". Harry grunted before looking at me "You're making dinner tonight" I laughed "Deal, I'll make my world famous chicken dish, how does that sound?" "The one with mozzarella and Parma ham?" Harry asked with big eyes I nodded and Harry managed a smile before nearly doubling over and screaming again.

My heart flew up into my throat as a soft baby's cry rang out; it was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. The baby, my son, was handed to a nurse who cleaned him. I took a step foward to try to hold my son but before I could another one popped out with his other brother hot on his heels. In the span of a minute all of my sons were born.

I tried to follow out the nurses as they took my sons away to get them dressed and everything. One of the nurses tried to explain to me that they'll be right back but I wasn't listening, all I knew was that one of my babies was crying and I needed to do something about it. The nurse closed the door on my face after saying that someone would come to move Harry and I to the neonatal ward were we would spend the rest of our time in the hospital.