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#67: He Talks about You and the Baby

#67: He Talks about You and the Baby - reality-ruined-our-life

Liam: I stood in the backyard with my dad, while Y/N was inside with my mum. They had been asking for weeks for us to come and visit them, before the baby was born. “Are you alright son?” My dad asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I ran my hand through my hair. “Just thinking,” I whispered, “dad, can I ask you something?” As he turned the meat over on the barbecue, his smile dropped as he sensed the seriousness in my voice. “How did you feel when mum was pregnant with Nicola?” I asked, playing my the hem of my jacket. “Honestly, I was scared, but so excited,” he paused, remembering, “I know it’s scary not knowing what to expect, but you can only do your best and that will be enough.” I looked up at him, eyes pleading, “I just don’t want to stuff anything up. Y/N means the world to me, and now we’re having a baby and it scares me how much I love our little one already.” My dad squeezed my shoulder, a smile growing on his face. “And that is all you need. You have each other, everything will work itself work,” he said, “and I have no doubt that you’ll look after them, the way they should be.” I blushed at his words and looked inside and saw Y/N sitting on the couch. She looked up and locked eyes with me. I couldn’t help but smile; she was amazing and giving me the greatest gift in the world.

 

Louis: I sat on a long couch, between Liam and Zayn, and I waved at the small studio audience, as we got introduced. “Congratulations on completing your latest world tour, it must of been great to travel all over the world, seeing all your fans,” she said. “Thank you,” Harry said, before Niall added, “It was pretty amazing to sing to at famous arenas all over the world, our fans are incredible.”“And how are your families? I love seeing photos of them,” she smiled, looking at the screen behind her as photos of our families appeared. I smiled at seeing the boys with their wives and little kids, my smile widened as a photo of Y/N and I appeared. “And Louis, how is Y/N? Are you excited about the newest Tomlinson arriving soon?” she asked. I nodded, as Liam patted me on the back. “Y/N is great, I mean apart from the nausea, feeling tried and emotional, oh and the weird cravings, she is amazing. I still can’t believe we are having a baby,” I said, knee bouncing up and down in excitement. “A little boy I believe too?” she continued. “Yep, a little Tommo,” I said proudly, “maybe with my soccer skills,” I continued, before Zayn cut me off, “or I know Y/N would love him to have your singing voice.” Everyone around us laughed. I sighed, really happy that I was becoming a dad. “But seriously, I’m over the moon; we both are.”

 

Niall: "Niall," Zayn repeated, sitting next to me on the couch in the studio. "Earth to Niall!" Louis joked, waving his hand in front of my face. I quickly looked up, eyes meeting with four paris starring at me worriedly. I nodded, running my fingers over the strings on my guitar that was beside me. "Thinking about Y/N again?" Louis added, making the boys laugh. Liam sat down beside me and patted my knee, "how is she? I know we saw her last week, but how is pregnancy treating her?" he asked. "She’s good. It’s getting harder lately as her baby bump is getting bigger, but I’m always right by her," I said proudly, "but I think the twins are starting to give her a hard time." As the boys sat around the couch, Louis spoke up, "I remember when my mum was pregnant, the last month and a bit are the hardest, especially with twins." I nodded, guilt setting in and filling my stomach; I knew she wasn’t feeling her best but she never told me. "But listen Niall, don’t worry," Harry soothed, "you are doing an amazing job of looking after her. How are you feeling about it all?" I smiled again and pushed the sleeves of my hoodie up. "Still excited, as her stomach gets bigger and I feel their little movements get stronger, it feels a little more real. I can’t explain it but I love them so much and can’t wait to tell them how much."

 

Harry: "Welcome back," Grimmy said into his microphone, "and joining me this morning is none other than Harry Styles himself." "Hey everyone," I said, running my hand through my curls. "Love the new song Harry, you and lads must be proud of it and the new album?" He asked, leaning on his elbows. "Thank you. We love this album, it’s our favourite out of all three," I replied, smiling. Grimmy reached around the table and patted me on the shoulder. "And I have to ask, how is your lovely wife, Y/N? Ready for the baby?" He said, trying to hide his excitement. "Y/N is good, she was asleep when I left this morning, so if you’re listening sweetheart, I love you," I said, feeling my cheeks redden, "we are so excited for our little girl, I can’t wait till she’s here and I can hold her in my arms." I played with my fingers, as I thought of my little family. "Y/N has always been beautiful, but there’s something about her being pregnant; she has a glow about her," I continued. Grimmy playfully wiped his eyes and sniffed at my loving comment. "Thank you Harry for coming in. Here is One Direction’s new song, ‘Story Of My Life’," he said, playing the song and turning off his microphone. "I’m so proud of you Harry. You found the perfect girl and now becoming a dad," he said pulling me into a tight hug, "and I can’t wait to meet the little Styles."

 

Zayn: “I love you,” I whispered, kissing Y/N forehead. She closed her eyes, falling asleep with her head on my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair, smiling as she snuggled under the blanket. I jumped when my phone rung on the coffee table. Praying she wouldn’t wake up, I reached forward for my phone, smiling when I saw my mum’s name on the screen. “Hi mum,” I answered happily. “Hi sunshine,” she replied, “how are you?” “I’m good mum, really good,” I answered, looking at Y/N sleeping on my lap. “And Y/N? Is she there, can I talk to her?” She continued excitedly. I sighed, “she just fell asleep mum. I would wake her but she hasn’t been sleeping much at night, between not being able to get comfortable, and the baby being wiggly.” I ran my hand down her arm, over the curve of her rounded stomach and rested it on its peak. “Let her rest then. So glad you are taking care of her. Not long now,” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I know, it’s approaching so fast,” I said quietly, “I’m trying to help her with whatever I can, but you know how stubborn she can be.” “Just like you,” she giggled lightly, “but I know you are. When I spoke to her the other day, she was telling me how perfect you have been to her.” My smile grew wider as I drew lazy circles over her stomach lightly. I couldn’t be happier as I am right now; with my beautiful wife having our little baby.