Harry - ”Okay, Mrs. Styles, I’m just gonna need you to relax your legs here…”
"Sure," you smiled ahead at the obstetrician, feeling Harry’s hand tense around yours, calloused pad of his thumb rubbing your knuckles into the skin. He squeezed tighter so you’d look up and find his eyes peering down, smiling with his lips.
"Alright," the obstetrician eased closer, raising one hand, "that…" he stopped, hovering fingers over the screen, "right there… is your baby."
"Seriously?" Harry swallowed, choking on a smile.
"Babe," you felt his hand wrap yours again, fingers overlapping and knotting and his body aiming closer. The obstetrician nodded up and smiled, "seriously."
Liam - ”How are we feeling today?” The obstetrician smiled, stepping through the door quickly. You leant a little closer to Liam, his chest gently rising and falling, perched on the edge of the chair behind you.
"Yeah, good," you smiled ahead.
"Excellent," he nodded, padding down a few things on a clipboard, "okay, Mrs. Payne, why don’t you just lay down and we’ll see where you’re at?"
"Sounds good to me," you bit your lip, fighting the corners of your mouth rising up. You glanced up at Liam when he stood, rubbing your back, a smile wider when he saw you and what it meant, "sounds good to me too."
Louis - you bumped your knees together, knocking the balls of skin tight and cool, hands fiddling in your lap. Louis chuckled, looking over from the window. He stepped closer to you, and took your hands in his own, raising them up to his chest, “nervous, babe?”
"Just a little," you bit your lip.
"It’ll be okay," he pecked your forehead, "it’ll be okay. There’s no need to be nervous," he looked down, breaking a smile, "we’re…" he smiled wider still, "we’re going to see our baby for the first time."
"Yeah," you relaxed your limbs enough, when he leant by you and you felt his heart beat on your shoulder, "yeah, we are…"
Zayn - ”Now, this might be a little cold on your stomach,” the obstetrician smiled, and you fisted both hands when she squeezed the gel over your barely mounded skin. Your eyes flickered upwards, watching the lights and shelving of pamphlets by the far corner.
"How you doing, babe?" Zayn murmured close to your ear, pecking the skin around it before pressing his lips tightly together.
"Good," you smiled over to him, exhaling slowly, "good… I’m good."
"Well," the obstetrician snapped your attention back. You cleared your throat and felt Zayn’s palm close over your fist, as you watched the small screen, one finger pointing, "that’s your baby right there."
Niall - ”Hol’ my hand, babe,” he squeezed his fingers with yours as you lay back, recline of the chair making your legs a little numb, the ceiling whiter and wider when you looked up, “just hol’ my hand,” he murmured. Lips parted a little when he leant down, and pecked along each knuckle. You smiled over.
"Thanks for being here," you whispered quietly.
"Wouldn’t miss it for the world," he grinned when the obstetrician opened the door. He smiled over, eyes peeking and the corners of his mouth playing the moment and how perfect he thought it was. He looked back down at you, "wouldn’t miss it for the world…"
