Pregnancy Series

#42 He talks to the baby bump (his pov)

LIAM:

"Here you go sweetheart. I promise this will help your sore back," I soothed, helping Y/N into the warm bath I ran for her. As she laid down, she sighed and I could tell that it was already helping. I walked towards the door, but she stopped me, "Can you stay with me? Please Li." "I was just going to get you something to wear once you get out," I replied, kneeling beside the bath, "I’m right here love." She nodded and closed her eyes. I gently moved the hair out of her face. "Feel better?" I asked, kissing her forehead. A small smile appeared on her face, "the baby likes your voice." My eyes lit up and I sat up straighter. "Is the little one kicking again?" I asked earning a nod in return, "yeah, they don’t realise that they are getting bigger and can’t move much anymore." I chuckled and noticed that her baby bump stuck out of the water, surrounded by bubbles. I gently scooped some water up and poured it over her stomach. "Keep talking Li, we both like it," she whispered. I frowned, thinking of what I could say. "I can’t wait for you to arrive, but you have to stay in there for a little longer," I said softly, gently pouring more water over her bump, "mummy and I have waited so long for you and soon we will all be a family." I looked up at Y/N, she was relaxed at the moment. "Little one," I whispered smiling back at the curve of her stomach that was holding our baby, "your nursery is all ready for you with lots of toys and little clothes. I don’t know who has brought more things; mummy or Aunty Ruth and Aunty Nicola," I smiled, "but I’m so excited to hold you, sing you to sleep, even to wake up in the middle of night-" I stop when I heard Y/N sniff. "Li, they love you too," she whispered. I shyly nodded, forgetting that she heard me. "I can’t wait for all of it," I whispered, before pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

LOUIS:

"You can put your bag in the guest bedroom upstairs, you remember where it is?" I asked Lottie as we walked into the house. "Of course I do Lou. Thanks for letting me visit for the weekend," she said excitedly, walking upstairs, "I can’t wait to see Y/N and her baby bump." I chuckled at my younger sister and looked around he house for Y/N. Lottie had been asking to visit for weeks, and when I finally said yes, she jumped on the first train to London. As I walked into the living room, I froze, a smile growing on my face. Y/N was on the couch, curling up protectively around her rounded stomach. I slowly walked closer and knelt beside her. I sighed and watched her sleep. Being just over eight months pregnant, she got tired easily, but most of time she couldn’t get comfortable when she wanted to sleep. I gently, brushed the hair off her face, my hand traveling down her arm, then resting on her bump, covered by a blanket. "I can’t wait till you’re here little man," I whispered, "then we can cuddle and stay up late watching Manchester win." I smiled, imaging a little boy wearing a red jersey that was too big for him, sitting beside me as we watch our favourite team. "Then we can play in the backyard, maybe teach mummy a few things too, or if it’s raining we can play video games even when mummy says-" I said before Lottie cut me off, "Lou, he can’t do any of that until he’s a few years old," she laughed, standing in the doorway, "and you better not wake Y/N up. I remember how much trouble mum had sleeping during her last month of pregnancy." I nodded and kissed Y/N forehead, before standing up and walking towards my sister. "I know Lottie. But he can wear this," I laughed, picking up a Manchester baby onesie.

NIALL:

"Hey Lou," Y/N said as I walked into the living room followed by Louis. "Nice surprise to see you," she smiled, wiggling on the couch to get more comfortable. I kissed her forehead before sitting down beside her. Louis chuckled and sat down on her other side. "But you didn’t come to see me, did you?" She giggled, running her hands over her big baby bump. Louis shook his head, "how are the two little Horans?" Before she could open her mouth, I placed my hand on the curve of her stomach lightly. "You have been causing mummy some grief the last couple of days, haven’t you?" I said to her bump. "It must be tough, carrying two," Louis said, making Y/N nod and close her eyes. "I wonder what you will be like?" I thought out loud." "I reckon, Cora will be a total little princess," Louis said, before I added, "so sweet and gentle. Really girly." Y/N giggled quietly and kept her eyes closed. "And Declan?" Louis asked, making my smile grew. "A mini me," I chuckled, "love football and be good at it." Louis nodded excitedly, "I better teach him, not you." "Hey, I can play," I reached over Y/N and playfully hit his arm. "But I think Declan will be loud and crazy," I said, rubbing my hand over her stomach softly. "Hopefully not too much like you, I don’t think Y/N could handle two of you," Louis said laughing, making Y/N open her eyes. She frowned at him, then have me a small smile. "I think you’re both wrong. Cora will be a mini Niall and Declan will be sweet and gentle." She whispered, making Louis shake his head and laugh. I looked at her, before leaning down and placing two soft kisses on her either side of her belly button. Maybe she was right, or maybe I was, we didn’t know, but I did know that I couldn’t wait to meet them and see what little personalities they had.

HARRY:

"Haz," I heard softly, but snuggled into the pillow, thinking I was dreaming. "Harry," I heard again, this time the voice sounded a little upset and more urgent. I opened my eyes, rubbing them sleepily. "Baby, what’s wrong?" I asked voice raspy. Even in the dark bedroom, I could see Y/N bit her lip and tears in her eyes. I quickly reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, before looking back at her. "Hey hey beautiful, I’m here, it’s ok," I soothed pulling her against my chest. "I can’t sleep, the baby was kicking my ribs and then she was pressing my on bladder, now she is kicking again," she sniffed, relaxing a little at my touch. I slowly put Y/N back on her pillow and placed my hand on the peak of her baby bump. "Hey baby girl, it’s bedtime you know," I whispered, rubbing over it’s curve softly, "and I know you love mummy, so you shouldn’t make her upset or hurt her." Y/N giggled softly as I continued. I smiled as I felt a kick against my hand. "How about I tell you a bedtime story? Would you settle down and go to sleep then?" I suggested. "A princess one?" Y/N asked childlike. I chuckled and kissed her forehead, before kissing just above her belly button. I thought for a moment as I remember some of the stories I used to read to Lux while on tour; sighing when I knew the perfect one to tell. I pulled the blanket back over us, my hand still on her bump. "Once upon a time there lived a lovely princess with fair skin and blue eyes. She was so fair that she was named Snow White," I begun, feeling our baby slowing down. "Snow White," Y/N said sleepily and closed her eyes, "I think Spencer will be as beautiful as her." I smiled, already knowing that our baby girl would be more beautiful than any princess; she would be just like her mother.

ZAYN:

"1.53am," I groaned, only minutes since I last looked at the clock. I turned over again and smiled at my beautiful wife sleeping. I ran my hand down her body, stopping at her hip, my smile widening at her baby bump. I begun thinking about what little Malik might be like. "Maybe you’ll be like me and like sleeping, and sleep peacefully through the night," I chuckled quietly, moving my hand to the peak of her big round stomach. "I hope you’re like your mummy; kind, selfless and a little cheeky," I said. "Maybe you will have her gorgeous eyes, or smile," I smiled, "or my dark hair." I closed my eyes for a moment, imaging a little person running around the house, their little footsteps followed by giggles. "We can draw and paint together, and maybe we can convince mummy to let you let paint on your bedroom walls," I opened my eyes and rubbed soft circles on her bump. I smiled to myself; no matter how many times I saw the baby on the ultrasound screen or felt little movements, nothing will make them more real, than when I get to see and hold our baby for the first time. "And when your older enough, maybe you will ask about my tattoos and want one of your own, but something meaningful," I said, looking from my hand to Y/N. "Z," Y/N whispered, opening her eyes slowly. "Sorry I woke you babygirl. I just had some things on my mind, but I’m alright now. Let’s go back to sleep," I said, kissing her forehead. She shook her head and placed her hands on my chest, "I just, I know we have to wait another month, but the way you describe our baby, I want to meet them already," she paused, "to raise him or her to be the person they want to be." I moved my hand to her back, pulling her as close as she could be and kissed her forehead. "Me too darling, me too."