Harry - ”Daddy,” your five-year-old daughter curled her arms up to the edge of the bed, making his eyes perch over to see her.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"Where do babies come from?"
"Well, erm…" he stopped to press his lips, a tight line he could figure out as he watched the eyes so like his, "basically, you know," he shifted from sitting in the bed, swinging his legs over the edge, fiddling long fingers into a mess, "you know, when a, erm, when a man and woman," he cleared his throat, "love each other very much they, erm, they… well, you know… (Y/N), honey, can you get in here?"
Liam - ”Hey, little man, what’s going on?” Liam bent down when your son moved slowly into the room, clutching with a tiny hand the arm of his teddy bear, half it’s body dragging on the floor behind me, “can’t sleep?”
"No," he pouted little lips, climbing up when Liam knelt down with arms out to scoop your son up and hold him, "some… some kids were talking at school today, and I was… I was wondering… where do babies come from, daddy?"
"Oh, wow, um…" Liam held your young son in his arms a little differently, shifting him from one hip to the other, "why don’t we, um, why don’t we go upstairs and see mummy and ask her, yeah?"
Louis - you giggled with your daughter in the middle of the bed, between you and Louis, her laughter cascading from under the covers, her feet sticking out near your hands. You smiled down at Louis tickling her feet, “oh, come on,” he laughed out loud, teasing, “don’t be such a baby, it’s only a little tickling…”
"Not a baby," your daughter whined, her eyes wide when she wriggled her way up to peer out from under the covers. She heaved a little smile and sighed when he was finished, twisting her mouth to one side, intelligent eyes passed her years that looked up at you, "mummy, where do babies come from?”
"Um," you blinked back for a second, "you know, from… from love…"
"Nice," Louis winked over your daughter’s head at you.
"Alright then," you smirked back to his eyes, "you give it a go then."
Zayn - ”Hey, daddy,” your four-year-old son jumped up on his stool at the kitchen table, clutching his spoon to hover over his cereal, “is it… is it true that babies come from the stork? Like… it-it delivers the baby to your house and you pick it up in the morning when you-when you wake up?”
Zayn looked over at his son, standing up a little straighter. Something like a smirk painted his face before he figured out how to answer, “well, not exactly, I mean… when your mother and I knew we wanted a baby, we…”
"What?" Your son’s eyes grew in excitement, "what did you do?"
"Ah, we…" Zayn sighed, stepping a little closer in the kitchen, "we, well, we got the stork to bring you… because that’s what they do, little guy."
Niall - ”Mummy, daddy, where do babies come from?”
"Wha-" you stopped, sitting up a little from the couch when your son walked in, standing in front of you with the question. You turned to Niall, almost chuckling down the way he ran a hand through his hair.
"I’m…" he raised one palm flat, "I’m gonna let you take the reins on this one, hun."
"I, um…" you stared at him for a second before hastening a smile to look back at your son, "come here, little man," you patted your knee, your son bounding over to jump on your legs, settling himself with a wide smile and wide eyes, "it’s time you learn something about boys and girls, buddy."
