Pregnancy Series

#43 Letter/Video for the baby

LIAM:

"Hey Li, what are you doing?" You asked, walking to the dining room, finding Liam sitting at the table with a book in front of him. He snapped his head up towards the doorway and blushed at being caught. "Just writing something darling," he whispered. You walked further into the room and carefully sat on the chair next to him. You ran your hand over your big stomach, resting it at the bottom. "It’s a baby book. My mum gave it to me after your baby shower. She said I could fill it out and then surprise you with it before the baby came," he said, pushing the book to you. "I’ve being putting photos in it and writing about things that have happened. Like the ultrasounds or when little one kicked," he explained going through the book. "There’s even a spot for us to write a letter to our baby," he continued. "What do I write?" You asked, smiling at him. Liam kissed your cheek and smiled; one that crinkled his eyes. "I’ll show you what I wrote, it’s only small, but," he said, before turning the page. You looked down at the page titled ‘from daddy’ and read his handwriting. ‘Your mummy is the most beautiful, kind heart person I have ever meet. Her smile lights up a room, and her eyes shine when she’s really happy. I hope you get these things from her. She also gave me the most amazing, precious gift I could ever ask for; you.’ You looked up at Liam, biting your lip to stop your tears from falling. "Hey hey sweetheart," he said, squeezing your hand. "It’s beautiful Li, I don’t- thank you," you whispered. He kissed your forehead, knowing it was pregnancy hormones. "I know what I’ll write," you sniffed, picking up the pen and writing your own letter to your child.

LOUIS:

"Lou look, he has hiccups again," you giggled softly, as you felt your stomach move. Louis quickly ran out of the room. You shrugged and gently rubbed your hand over the curve of your bump, smiling at how big you have gotten. Moments later, Louis returned to the bedroom with his phone in his hand. "What are you doing?" You asked, looking up and quickly shaking your head, "no no Lou, please don’t record me. I’m not dressed nicely, nor is my hair done." He laughed and sat on the bed. "You are beautiful darling, I promise," he said kissing your temple, "I really want to film this. I love it when he has the hiccups and we can show him when he gets older and starts asking about photos he sees of you during your pregnancy," he explained. You sighed, then smiled when you felt a kick. "Ok, only because the baby seems to agree with you," you said, leaning back against the pillows on the bed, so you both could see your stomach shake. "Oh, there it goes again. It’s so cool," Louis whispered, recording the movements. "Alright, little tommo, if you are watching this, it means you asked where you came from," he smiled, "see this. This is what you put mummy through most of the past 9 months. Between being sick in the beginning, to weird food cravings and kicking her all the time." As you watched Louis record your big baby bump, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your smile; he was so excited to become a dad and would do anything for his family. "I like it when you kicked. We get to play together, but sometimes it hurt mummy," he said, looking up at you. You smiled and cupped his cheek with your hand, "but I wouldn’t have it any other way."

NIALL:

"Ready Princess," Niall said clicking record on the video camera and sitting beside you on the couch. "I don’t know what to say," you whispered shyly, suddenly thinking it was a terrible idea. After talking with his brother, Niall wanted to make a video message for the twins on their 18th birthday; and seeing how excited he was, you couldn’t say no. Niall chuckled, his eyes full of happiness. "Well first of all, Happy 18th Birthday," he said to the camera. "As you can see your mum is currently pregnant with you both; it’s hard to believe that two of you are inside her growing stomach," he continued, placing his hand on your large baby bump and looked at you. "We hope you both are happy and have your own dreams," you said, "maybe you are applying for universities or getting your licence." Niall kissed your cheek, before looking down at your bump. "Do you have a girlfriend Declan? Hope you didn’t scare too many boys away from Cora, but helped her chose a nice one who treats her right," you said, feeling tears cloud your vision, as you thought about the future. "I can now take you to the pub, and we can have a pint together," Niall added, a smile growing on his lips, "or we can go-," Niall stopped as he heard you sniff. "Darling," he whispered, wrapping his arm around you. You buried your head in his shoulder, breathing in his cologne. "What’s wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?" He panicked. You shook your head and pulled away, "I don’t want Cora and Declan to be 18 yet, they are our babies." Niall smiled and kissed your lips. "I know love, but we have 18 years before they see this," he gently rubbed your back, "plus they will always be our babies; our little princess and little man."

HARRY:

"There you are baby. I wondered where you were hiding," Harry said walking into the bedroom. "I can’t hide very well Haz, I’m pregnant remember," you giggled. "I’m writing a letter to Spencer," you said, moving the photos into a pile to make room for him on the bed, "to give to her on birthdays through her life." Harry smiled, showing his dimples. "Can I write one too?" He asked a little unsure. You giggled and nodded, "of course Haz. I am also putting photos with them." Harry looked through the photos spread out on the bed. "I love this one. You were about six months and I loved rubbing my hand over the bump, feeling her kicks," he smiled and picked up a pen, writing on the back of it. ‘Wow baby girl you’re 5 today. You will always be my little princess. I love you to the moon and back xx Daddy’. "Oh, I remember this one. It was New Year’s Eve when we told the boys, I was pregnant," you said, running your finger over the photo. "I’ll write this one for her 16th," you said, writing a message on the back. ‘I am so proud of you Spence. Happy Sweet 16th. Whatever you chose to do, your dad and I will always support you. We love you so much x Mum’. "I have an idea," you said, sealing the envelope and quickly flicking through the photos. You sighed when you find the photo of you and Harry on your wedding day. "Remember this day Haz?" You asked excitedly. Harry eyes lit up when he saw the photo, "I will never forget," he said kissing you softly. "This letter is for her on her own wedding day," you whispered and wrote on the back. ‘My darling Spencer. All your dad and I wish for you, is to be happy and I know by the look in your eyes that you are. You will always be our little girl and hold a special place in our hearts. We love you sweetie xx Mum and Dad.’

ZAYN:

"Come on baby," Zayn said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Your frown was replaced with a small giggle, as his hands moved over the curve of your bigger baby bump. "We have taken a photo every week," he kissed your cheek, "it’s week 37." You sighed and nodded, giving in to him. He let go of you and picked up his camera from the bed, giving you one of his famous smirks. You gently rolled your top up, revealing your baby bump. Zayn looked up above his camera. "You’re gorgeous love, and I can’t believe our baby will be here in a few weeks," he said, making you blush. He took the photo and nodded at it on the screen. "I’ll be right back," he said, kissing your cheek and walking out of the room. You pulled your top back down and waddled out of the bedroom, slowly making your way into the nursery. As you looked around the room, you didn’t hear Zayn walk in. He handed you a small book, his other hand resting on the small of your back. "What’s this?" You asked. "I made it. It’s a progress of your baby bump. And look, it’s also a flip book," he said, quickly flipping the papers. You giggled at how your baby grew over the past nine months. "Z, that’s amazing," you said, kissing his cheek, "I bet little Malik will love it too, when they’re old enough. Can I leave it in here?" Zayn nodded, walking out of the room. You placed it on the book shelf in the corner, but stopped when you saw writing on the back. Turning it over you saw Zayn’s handwriting. ‘I can’t believe I’ve watched you grow inside mummy’s tummy. As each week went by, we became one week closer to meeting you. You and mummy mean the world to me and I couldn’t ask for anything better. Love daddy’