Harry - he wrung the phone up in one hand, “having the time of your life out there, babe?” He smirked into the receiver, cradling your little boy in one arm, swathed in the baby blanket you’d picked out a few weeks before he was delivered.
“Oh, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, turning around the club, “this is exactly where I want to be tonight… wish I was home with you guys…”
Harry frowned into the phone, “we’re okay, and remember you’re doing this for your friend, (Y/N),” he danced around the open fridge door, reaching for another bottle of formula. He kicked it shut with one foot and smiled to your little boy yawning in his arms, “hey, hey, baby,” he leant the phone down, “say hi to mummy,” his dimples popped, “say hi…”
Your little boy could only gaze up, wide-eyed, beating his tiny fists and peeling out a toothless smile. Harry tacked his cheek with one finger and took the phone back to his ear, nestling it there, “he says hi,” he blushed, “and you have fun with your friends, (Y/N). You deserve a night out…”
“Okay, I’ll give it a few more hours…” you sighed, smiling a little to be enough, “but that’s it, after that, I’m coming straight home.”
Harry smiled into the phone again, rocking him against his chest with eyes that he couldn’t tear away from his features, “please, have fun, okay? I love you.”
Liam - ”Okay,” you pecked his cheek once, “I’ll have my phone on the entire time, I swear…” you stressed, when he took your hands to swing them like a metronome over the front step, “so just call me if you need anything…” you murmured again, “anything, and I swear, I’ll be right back…”
“Babe,” Liam laughed, before he turned it into a smile, “I’ve got this… I’m not gonna feed her acid or anything-“
“Liam!”
“I’m-I’m kidding…” he chuckled nervously down to you, rubbing your arms and squeezing, “I’m kidding. She’s my girl, I’ll take care of her…”
“I know, I know,” you sighed, “it’s just… all the pregnancy books tell you not to leave her for at least a month, and I’m worried that she won’t recognise me when I get back, and I’m panicking about the meeting itself anyway and I-“
“Babe,” Liam dropped his lips to kiss you once, “you’ve got this. I’ve got her. There’s nothing to worry about. I love you… okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled quickly, lifting the leather strap of your bag up in one hand, “I love you too. Have fun with our girl.”
Louis - he traced his way along the stairwell into her room, pushing the door open and stepping inside quietly. He set the fresh mug of tea on the dresser by her crib, and leant over, peering down to her quiet eyelids already fluttering, mouth mewling open before a scream pitched and he wriggled his arms down to scoop her up, “hey, hey, shh,” he nestled her against his chest, patting her back softly with an open palm.
“We’re okay, baby girl, we’re okay…”
The sound of the front door opening downstairs made it’s way to him and he chuckled, peering down when his little girl stopped crying, wide-eyed up to him. He wriggled her into one strong arm and checked his watch, “it’s only ten o’clock, baby girl… was daddy right… or was daddy right?” He chuckled again and carried her out of the bedroom to you making your way up the stairs.
He stopped, smirking when he saw you freeze, “and what do you think you’re doing home?”
“I just… um, I forgot something…” you lied pathetically, sighing, “okay, okay, I just missed her too much… so sue me.” You stepped closer and he smiled, letting you collect her in your arms, kissing her soft forehead as you held her. Louis stepped closer to you and pressed his lips to your cheek, holding your waist for the moment before he murmured into the skin, “don’t worry, (Y/N), I would’ve done the same thing.”
Zayn - you blushed your cheeks against your little boy with his hands up, scrunching and clenching to reach strands of your hair falling in front as you held him, “watch mummy’s hair,” you smiled, poking his tiny belly, “took me two hours to get this right, and it’s the first thing my mother is going to tear into at this stupid dinner.”
“It’s not going to be stupid, babe,” Zayn stepped into the foyer from the kitchen, knocking a tea-towel over his shoulder, “you’re going to have fun, okay?”
“Okay,” you sighed, “if you say so…” you pressed your lips to his and let the kiss linger, smiling despite yourself when he pulled away.
“Come here, buddy,” he took him from your arms and nudged him against his hip, gently taking one of his hands to get him to wave, “say bye to mummy, hey,” he grinned down, “say bye mummy, bye bye…”
“I love you both,” you blew them kisses as you tugged the front door open and moved to leave, “don’t have too much fun without me, okay?”
Niall - he laughed when your little girl rolled over onto her stomach, crawling on all fours with giggles towards his open arms, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, “you can make it, baby girl,” he chuckled warmly until she reached him. He scooped her up and held her, rocking her body to his chest, “that’s my girl…” he rocked her as she fisted some of his t-shirt into tiny, balled-up fists that barely made it around.
“Dadda…” she cooed once, and he froze.
“Did… did you…” he gulped a few times, “baby girl,” he smiled widely, “did you just say dadda? Did you… just say dadda, baby?” He pressed a flat palm to her back to keep her safely as he stood up, walking quickly, grinning down and kissing her peach fuzz cheeks on the way, fumbling his way over to the phone. He dialled your number and grinned, nuzzling the tip of his nose into your little girl laughing as it rang.
“Ni,” you called when you picked up, “is everything okay? What’s wrong?”
“She… she just said her first word, she just said dadda!”
“What…” you ran a hand through your hair, beaming, “are… are you serious? That’s unbelievable, Ni!”
“I know, I know,” he grinned to his ears, “she… babe, she said dadda. She said it! Our little girl is a genius…”
You fumbled for your keys, waving a hand to your boss, hanging onto the phone as you started to walk, “that’s it… screw work, I’m coming home…”
