All Things Narry

New Dads

Niall and Harry were expecting. The fear was running through them both as they rush to the hospital. Niall was gripping Harry's hand, breathing heavily.

"Darling, breathe." Harry says nervously, his eyes flitting nervously to Niall. "Please, you're stressing me."

"I-I'm trying!" Niall pants out and gives Harry a look. "Not much I can do when I forgot my inhaler."

Harry fights his eye roll. Of course he forgot his inhaler, his beautiful Irishmen tended to forget the most important things to the most important events—like the birth of their babies. "Glove box, my love." He murmurs and kisses his knuckles.

Niall fumbles with the lever to open it but does and takes a few puffs and lets out a sigh and rubs a hand over his chest and stomach as he feels himself catching his breath.

"How are you feeling now, Ni?" Harry looks at him at the stop light.

"Like I can breathe." He smiles and stares into the green eyes that held nothing but adoration for him.

"Oh good. Didn't need you passing out before we meet our babies." Harry chuckles.

"She's doing okay, right? The mum?" Niall checks his phone and looks at Harry, nerves and worry starting to root in his stomach.

Niall and Harry were very private about this whole affair. They did everything through hired people and through clinics that were notorious for anonymity and well accredited.

They hand picked their egg donor. She had light hair, light eyes, smart, and musically talented. They had the egg fertilized equally between the two of them, picking an egg that was fertilized by Harry and the other by Niall. The eggs had been put into a chosen surrogate mother they were paying. But like everything else, she didn't know who's babies she was carrying, just that she was being paid handsomely and she was required to do a weekly check in. Niall and Harry had a deep background check done on her and had her constantly under surveillance.

The need for anonymity of it all was to protect their unborn children, the women that were involved, and their own lives.

Harry and Niall pull into the back, the hospital notified that it was their babies that were being born and they were coming to be picked up.

They were brought in through the back and taken to a private waiting room, waiting for the surrogate to be through giving birth. Niall and Harry couldn't help but pace. They were so nervous.

"We are going to be dads." Niall says and runs his hands through his hair. After years of contemplating and trying to figure out what would be best, they did it.

They were having their babies.

Harry's hair was pulled back in a messy man bun, he was tugging at the bottom of his grey t-shirt.

"Haz, darling, breathe." Niall murmurs, watching his husband go through his anxious tendencies. He comes over and rubs Harry's shoulders gently.

Another deep breath from Harry and Niall kisses the top of his curly head. "Do you think our babies will like us?" Harry asks in a quiet vice.

Niall sits next to Harry, taking his hands in his own. "I love you. So. Much." Niall reminds him. "And I know for sure, our babies will love you just as much. And we will all thrive. Our own little family. Just me and you and our son and our daughter." His voice is soft as he speaks.

Harry smiles faintly, "What are we going to name our babies again?" He asks—he just needed the distractions.

"Oh my love, you know what we are naming our kids. For our little girl, we will name her Darcy. Just like you've always liked. And for our son, Shane. After the Irish footie player." He chuckles. "Our babies have the best fathers around." Niall smiles and kisses Harry's cheek. "We are going to do a good job. We are going to have a good family."

Harry looks at his husband, his heart swelling. "I love you, Niall." He sighs, feeling a whole lot less anxious—just excitement filling his stomach about the babies.

After a couple more hours, two nurses come in. One with a pink bundle and one with a blue bundle. "Here are your babies." They smile. Niall hops up and takes little Darcy into his arms while Harry takes Shane into his arms.

"I hope Shane gets the shade of blue your eyes are." Harry comes over to stand next to Niall as he trails a finger gently over his pink, soft cheek before looking at his daughter in Niall's arms.

"I hope Darcy gets your green eyes." Niall murmurs and kisses her forehead and looks over at Shane. "Oh he got my nose." He chuckles a bit, touching his nose lightly.

"She has my lips." Harry smiles and traces Darcy's lips.

"Fuck, we can make some pretty babies." Niall looks up at Harry. Harry smiles and leans down a bit to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

They both take a seat next to each other and focus on the babies they are holding. The nurse takes pictures of Niall and Harry their children, sighing. "Congratulations, daddies. We are having the mother pump herself now. She'll come in regularly to pump herself for the babies. We will have it delivered to your home." She hands them each a bottle, "Their vitals are clear and they are healthy. So feel free to take them home whenever."

Niall and Harry start to feed the babies, meeting each other's eyes, smiling softly. "Now. We will go now." Harry murmurs and stands up.

They settle at home in the nursery, sitting side by side in the rockers. Niall now held Shane close to his chest, singing softly to him. Harry cuddled Darcy close, listening to his husband serenade the babies.

If this is what it meant to be home, Niall and Harry never wanted to leave again.