One Direction Preferences Book 2

312. Your child asks him an awkward question

Harry: You were in the kitchen making breakfast for your family when your daughter walked in holding a balloon. A balloon? No. More like an unused condom. "Daddy? Why do you and mommy have balloons in your room?" Darcy asked, handing the item over to your husband. You froze, trying not to laugh at Harry's face. "Uh, Darce, those aren't balloons...," Harry said, not too sure where he was going with this. "What are they?" she asked again, this time more curious. "Um, uh, basically, it's uh..., I could use some help here, babe," he said, looking over at you, desperate for an answer. You stopped cooking and crouched down to your daughter's level. "Darcy, sweetie, what did mommy and daddy tell you about going through other people's things?" you said. The four year old lowered her head, clearly ashamed of herself. "No, no, Darce. It's okay, just don't do it again, okay?" Harry said, scooping his daughter and taking her into the living room. From the other room, you heard your daughter apologize and say, "But, daddy, if it wasn't a balloon, what was it? And why do you have so many of them?"

Liam: "What are coloring there, Tay?" Liam said, coming into his daughter's room, where she was coloring away in her princess book. "Just a princess, daddy," she replied, not looking up. Liam sat down and started helping her color. After about ten minutes, Taylor put her crayons down and turned to face her father, "Daddy, where do babies come from?" "Well, babies come from their mommy's tummies," he said. "No daddy. I mean like how are they made? I know I was in mommy's belly, just like Mason and Logan." Liam was torn, he didn't want to lie to his child, but he also didn't think she was old enough to hear, yet alone, understand how babies are actually made. "When a boy loves a girl, like daddy love mommy, they have babies," he said, praying it would be enough to satisfy the little girl. "So when a boy loves me, we pray for a baby and it comes?" she asked. "Yup! Time for dinner!" Liam exclaimed, rushing out the, rather awkward, conversation with his five year old.

Louis: "Daddy! Come quick! I need help!" little Alice yelled from the downstairs bathroom. Louis rushed her, thinking there was an emergency. "What's wrong, baby?" he gasped, out of breath. "Nothing's coming out," Alice huffed, crossing her arms. "What do you mean?" your husband asked, clearly confused by the three year old. "See? Look!" she said, standing in front of the toilet and squeezing her belly button. Louis laughed, "Alice, honey, you can't go to the bathroom that way." She frowned, "Why not? Tommy does." Louis sat down, chuckling, against the wall, "Because, Al, you're not a boy. Tommy can because he's a boy." "But that's not fair!" she pouted. "Don't worry, kiddo, mommy has the same problem as you," he said, trying to make her feel better. "She does?" the toddler asked, her eyes no longer sad. Louis nodded his head and Alice ran out of the bathroom. "Where are you going?" he shouted after her. "I'm going to talk to mommy about being a girl," she responded. Oh, Alice.

Niall: "Hi, Mrs. Horan. Hi, Mr. Horan!" Brielle's friend, Adam, said. "Hi Adam, how are you?" you asked, setting a plate of cookies on the table for them to eat. "I'm good." Niall waved and went back to the newspaper. The two kids were eating and talking about what game they were going to play after they ate. You weren't really paying attention to them, until Brielle asked you a question, "Mommy? Do we have any watermelon?" "I think we have some in the fridge. Do you want some?" you asked. The two four year olds nodded their heads. "We have to put the seeds in my stomach," Brielle said to Adam. Niall nearly choked on his drink, "What?" "To make the baby. We need seeds and watermelon has seeds, daddy," your daughter explain, oblivious to his outburst. "You're not old enough for kids, Bri," you said, placing the plate on watermelon on the table. "But, mommy, me and Adam want a baby," she complained. "Only a few more months, honey. Then, you'll have a baby brother to play with, okay?" Niall said, placing a hand on your growing stomach. The kids nodded and went upstairs to play. "Well, that was uncomfortable," Niall said.

Zayn: "Morning," Zayn said, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Good morning," you responded. "Last night was...," "Shh! The kids are here, but yes it was," you said, reliving the previous night's events. "Hey kiddos!" Zayn said, sitting down at the table. Your twins, Trevor and Mollie, were eating their daily bowl of cereal. "Did you sleep well last night?" he asked, picking up the newspaper. "No," Mollie said, taking another bite. Zayn lowered the paper and turned his attention to his daughter, "Why not, Molls?" "I didn't sleep good either," Trevor piped up. Zayn looked at the twins, worried. "It was too loud," Trevor said. "Yeah and there was a lot of screaming. I was scared," Mollie added. "Screaming? Who was scream-," Zayn stopped, looking over to you and smirking. "Why was there screaming, daddy?" the four year olds asked. You cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. "There was a, uh, spider," you stammered. Zayn chuckled at your embarrassment and winked at you. The twins, obviously, didn't really care and went back to their breakfast. Let's just say, you much, much quieter the next night.