Harry: You were 5 months along in your pregnancy so Harry was taking time off to make sure you were okay. Just recently, the baby had started kicking, but every time Harry would go to feel, they would stop. It was a little disappointing for him but he would get to feel eventually. One night, you and Harry were sitting on the sofa watching a little late night television. There was a sudden pressure on your stomach and you immediately knew what it was. Without thinking you grabbed Harry’s large hand and placed it over the area. He looked a little confused at first but when he realized what it was, his face lit up. You swear you saw a couple tears in the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head to place a kiss on your growing belly and then leaned up to kiss you. He pulled you close into his side, not once taking his hand off the little miracle soon to be joining your lives.
Liam: “Our child hates me,” your husband mopes, removing his hand from your swollen stomach once again. The baby had been kicking but it would stop when you would call Liam to feel. “It doesn’t hate you, Li. It’s just not very cooperative?” you guessed with a small smile. Liam sighed and nodded, getting up to start dinner. Just as he started making his way to the kitchen, the kicking started up again. “Hey!” you whisper-yelled. Liam turned around. “What?” he questioned. You gestured to your stomach and his eyes widened. He approached you slowly as if any sudden moves would stop the movement inside you. You took his hand and placed it over the spot. His smile grew and he began to sniffle. “This is amazing,” he whispered more to himself than anything. You ran your hand under his cheeks to wipe the tears and to lift his eyes to yours. Without moving his hand, he stood up and gave you a longer kiss. “You’re amazing.” You smiled and sat him down next to you, letting him keep his hand on your bump, forgetting about dinner completely.
Niall: It was the middle of the night when everything started up. You woke up feeling very uncomfortable. You tried different sleeping positions to try and get comfortable but the constant kicking just wouldn’t let you. Niall must’ve felt you tossing and turning because you felt movement and the bedside light turned on. “Everything okay?” he asked in a groggy voice. “No, just can’t get comfortable. The baby won’t stop kicking.” After you said that, it was almost as if all the sleep drained out of him immediately. “Really?” His hands made a quick movement to your stomach. “I don’t feel anything?” he said with a pout. “Wrong spot, here.” You slid his hands over your belly to where the kicking was. “Wow,” he breathed out. “That’s ours?” he asked in pure awe. You nodded. “Wow,” he repeated. You giggled at his reaction. The kicking stopped and he pulled away with a giant smile on his face. “Are you still uncomfortable princess?” he asked, snapping back into reality. “Yeah…” His smile softened as he helped you out of bed and led you down to the living room. Niall brought down three pillows and a blanket. He used two of the pillows to support your head and back and one for him. It was much more comfortable and the two of you ended up sleeping on the couch, happy and content with your life.
Zayn: You and Zayn were out with both of your families for dinner. Zayn’s and your mother were talking about how spoiled the child was going to be while the dads were talking about the football game. You were chuckling at how cliché your families were when there was a slight discomfort in your stomach. You quickly moved your hand to the area without anybody but Zayn noticing. “Are you okay?” he whispered into your ear. You nodded but grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. The baby was finally kicking and you were so excited. Zayn was doing his best to hide his excitement from the family. You would let them feel later. You felt that this was a special moment between you and Zayn. When the kicking slowed down, he picked up your hand and gave it a meaningful kiss. He gave you an amazed look and kissed your cheek before turning to talk with his father. For the rest of the night, you couldn’t help but noticed a little more sparkle in Zayn’s eyes.
Louis: “Come on, kick for daddy,” Louis said to your pregnant stomach. He had both hands on both sides and his ear pressed up to it. You chuckled at his desperation for the baby to kick. “Why isn’t he listening (Y/N)?” “Maybe he’s just not in the mood tonight,” you replied with a light smile. Suddenly his head shot up and a look of absolute disbelief appeared on his face. You too had a look of pure joy on your face. “HE KICKED!!” Louis exclaimed. “Oh my god, that’s amazing! I love you so much!” He got up off his knees and gave you a long, passion filled kiss before kissing your tummy. “Good boy Tommy, daddy and mommy love you very much and we can’t wait to meet you.” The smile on the both of your faces couldn’t possibly get bigger as you took in the amazing moment that just took place.
