One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

Bonus ~ Liam

He felt so fragile in your arms, like he would crumble with the slightest movement. He was heavy, at 8 pounds 9 ounces, but he felt light a feather in your arms. His small features contorted as he slept, making various facial expressions. He was born less than two hours ago, and you held him for the first time less than an hour ago, but you've already decided that he was perfect. Your little Noah. It wasn't the name you and Liam had originally decided on, but after you saw him, you knew he was a Noah.

You baby boy was lanky and had huge hands and feet. His face made all kinds of really weird expressions and he had reflexes that rival a bobcat. His wrinkly fingers fished at the fabric of your shirt, making you melt. He smelled like a combination of fresh air, ivory soap, and lavender...even though he was just born. You ran your finger tips over his butter nose, and his plump lips. When you kissed his forehead, his skin felt literally like a piece of lotioned tissue paper on your lips. He was so smooth and soft. He was yours and he was precious.

Liam was asleep beside you. You've both been up for hours waiting for Carrie to give birth and you were exhausted (not nearly as much as her though). But you didn't want Noah to have to go to the nursery, so you stayed awake and held him in your arms. You never wanted to let go.

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"Knock, knock," you looked up from your son, who was snuggled into Liam's arms. He was getting his first bottle from his parents, four hours after he was born. His eyes were open...you had fallen in love with those big blue eyes. "How are you doing?" Jean asked.

"Amazing, we both love him so much. He's absolutely perfect," Liam answered. Jean smiled, but you were suspicious. It wasn't her normal smile, it almost looked forced

"Is something wrong?" You asked, standing up.

"Well, yes."

"Yes?!" Liam exclaimed, anger and worry in his voice.

"I would say don't panic, but-"

"Oh my god, seriously? What's wrong with him? The doctor did say something about his abdomen or something, or was it his airway? I don't know-"

"She's taking him back, isn't she?" You asked calmly, not really wanting to know the answer. You looked away, but you could hear Liam sigh and try to figure out what was happening. He was right, a few weeks ago, about what he said about Carrie. He was right and you didn't listen. And now you were in love with a baby that wasn't yours.

She had told you so many times, that he was yours, that she couldn't keep him, that she needed you to take care of him. Thinking about it, she never said that she wanted to give him up. Though what mother would? What you didn't understand is why she didn't say something sooner, before you saw him, before you held him, before you named him, before you loved him.

Jean had taken the baby out of the room, and it was just you and your husband now. Liam held his head in his hands, his frame shaking with each sob. You held back the tears, feeling guilty for continuing with the adoption after Liam had openly expressed his concern. You had hurt him by not listening to him and you were mad at yourself for it.

An hour later, when you and Liam walked out of the hospital, his eyes red and puffy, you saw Carrie with her baby through the open door. A smile was on her face, the baby pressed up against her chest. You didn't know how to feel right now, except betrayed.

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You drove home, Liam asleep in the passengers seat. He was taking this a lot harder than you were. Apparently he had bonded with the baby even quicker than you had. It wasn't easy to leave the hospital, especially because you were supposed to be leaving wig a baby in your backseat. Everything seemed surreal.

When your phone rang, you didn't hear it the first few times. When you looked at it and realized who it was, you took the risk and answered it while driving. "Jean," you said.

"Don't get your hopes up darling. The girl is keeping the baby. And I don't know if I've offered my condolences already, but I'm sorry. I've seen this happen before, and the two of you are taking it very well, or seem to be. You never know with cases like these, how it's going to turn out...but anyways, that's not why I'm calling." She paused, and you could hear pages being turned. "I called because I've found you another baby"

You hesitated, but said, "it's a little too soon to start with a new mother, don't you think? Our last adoption attempt failed less than two yourself ago."

"I know that, but this baby is already born, and needs someone to love her."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's quite a sad story, but if you're even the slightest bit interested in meeting her, I can tell you?"

"Go ahead."

"Alright, I'll make this quick. This baby was born 2 days ago, 5 weeks premature. She has a heart condition, possibly life threatening, that's keeping her in the hospital. She's already had a surgery to repair a tear in her ventricular wall, which was caused by the birth defect. The walls of her heartbreaker paper thin, which is extremely dangerous now that she's out of the womb. She was an emergency delivery, done by a paramedic on the highway. Her mother and father were killed in a car crash, maybe you heard about it on the news, two days ago. They had no family, so we had no choice but to put her into the system. Awfully sad, the start this baby girls had, but I think if you and Liam gave her enough to love, she could pull through."

You didn't know what to say when Jean finished talking. You just sort of sat there with your mouth open, a bit shocked. In a split second decision you crossed two lanes of the expressway and got off the next exit. "I can be at the hospital in 20. How soon can we meet her?"