One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

32 ~ Labor Part 1

Harry ~ You woke up suddenly, but you weren't sure why. You looked to the clock on you bedside table to see that it was 1:57 am. You were still half asleep, looking up at the ceiling, when you heard Harry grumble in his sleep beside you. You tried to close your eyes, but for some reason, you couldn't fall back asleep. You opened your eyes again and saw that it was now 2:09. You felt a twinge of pain in you lower stomach, but brushed it off as a cramp or a Braxton hicks contraction. You then began to feel a stronger, more painful tightening in your stomach, followed by a stabbing pain.

You quickly sat up, grabbing at your stomach and riding out the pain. You knew what this was. You were quickly convinced that this wasn't some pre labor pain, but it was actually labor. You took a deep breath, glad that the pain only lasted a few seconds. It was 2:10, and you started timing.

You sat awake, waiting for the next wave of pain. Twenty minutes later it came, and lasted 15 seconds. Eighteen minutes later, the third contraction came, the tightening spreading from your lower stomach to your back. It lasted 22 seconds. The fourth contraction was 15 minutes later and was more intense pain. By the fifth one, you couldn't bear to sit down anymore. You began pacing, waiting for the 45 second contraction to pass.

You heard Harry groan, and roll over in the bed. His arm flopped over to where you were usually sleeping. You watched with amusement as his hand ran over the sheets, looking for you. "Y/N," he grumbled.

"I'm here, Harry." You whispered, and he grumbled something you couldn't make out. You kept walking, a constant tightness in your lower back bothering you too much to sit. It was 3:43 now, and contractions were about 10 minutes apart. You lost track of how many had passed, but they were getting longer and more intense. As the next one came, you groaned, throwing your head back in pain. With your groan in pain, Harry sat up in bed, completely disoriented. He switched the light on, rubbing his eyes, and gasped when he saw you.

"Y/N! What's wrong!" He yelled, quickly fumbling out of bed and rushing over to you. He grabbed your hands and held you up as you moved your hips to help with the pain. When the contraction faded, you fell to his chest, his strong arms catching you. You breathed heavily. That one was the worst yet.

"Oh, this is labor isn't it?" Harry said nervously, audibly gulping as you nodded. "What do I do? Do I call the midwife? Wait, are you alright? Do you need anything? Shit, I'm awful. What do you need, anything. Here, lay down." He tried to move you to the bed, but you smacked his hands away.

"Call the midwife," you said, your eyes closed. You felt another wave of tightness, but this one spread to between your legs. Suddenly, the pressure that had built up was released, along with a big gush of water. You looked down at the pinkish liquid that covered the floor, gulping. "Call the midwife!" You yelled.

Niall ~ "Uncle Niall!" Theo yelled excitedly as he entered your house, seeing his uncle in the kitchen. He ran down the hall, his winter jacket, boots, and hat on, and jumped into your husbands arms.

"Hey, little buddy!" Niall exclaimed, closing the oven door where the roast was cooking to pick his nephew up, who was now almost to big to be picked up. Denise handed you her and Greg's 18 month old daughter, Evie, who you happily accepted into your arms. You pulled her kit hat off, revealing her messy brown hair. You laughed when she pressed a kiss to your cheek, giggling, and wrapped her tiny arms around your neck. 

Greg came in through the open door, his arms full with platters of food and bags of neatly wrapped presents. He swiftly pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking into your house to the kitchen. Denise came back in, more food and gifts in her hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."