Nine damned months. I'm due tomorrow. Liam took off work for a month to take care of the children. My mum even flew in with the twins.
Phoebe laid her little head on Liam's chest. "I feel your heartbeat brother," she giggled. Omg she already thinks were married."Lottie," Daisy cried out. "Yes baby?" "I like your Liam." I smiled, "I like my Liam too."
Then it happened. "Oh my goodness," I gaped as I felt my water break. "Sissy you just pee peed on the floor!" Jesus child I'm going in labor. I sat down in the nearest chair, "Get Liam, honey." Daisy waddled to Liam, "Lottie wants you." Liam ran to me and I saw his face turn from worry to excitement. "Oh my goodness I'm going to be a daddy," He squealed. It was cute but I'm in darn labor. "Take me to the hospital, Daisy, Phoebe, go tell mommy that it's time," I instructed.
Liam drove fast, yet smoothly.His hand laid on my thigh. We pulled up and Liam grabbed a wheel chair for me. "She's in labor," Liam said frantically. The doctors took us to our room and we sat there for what felt like age
Liam dialed Louis, "She is in labor." The doctor came in and started to get ready. A knock was heard at the door and the doctor looked at me, "Is a Louis Tomlinson aloud to be your second person?" I nodded and Louis walked in. Tears brimmed in his gorgeous eyes. The doctor pronounced me ten centimeters dilated.
I remember only a little of the birth. "Baby you're doing amazing," Liam stated. I pushed harder and harder. Liam placed his hand over his own mouth and many many tears fell. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he let go of my hand. He came back and a baby boy laid in his hand. So small, I thought. "Keep pushing Baby," Liam's voice cracked.
I pushed, pushed, and out came another boy. Louis held the frail child in his masculine hands. Joy filled the eyes of his.Liam placed the child in my hand. Down Syndrome in the beautiful face.
