Niall: You were sitting on Niall’s couch watching a Hallmark movie neither of you really cared about. “How was your day, (y/n)?” Niall asked, taking a swig of his soda. “Oh, it wasn’t bad. I went shopping with (y/f/n), then picked up Kest-” Shit. Now you blew it. Granted, you were trying to keep something from your boyfriend, you were just trying to find the right time. “Um, who’s Kest?” Niall sat up straight and looked directly at you. “Keston.” you paused. “I have a son, Niall. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I was just sca-” “You have a son?!” Niall hops to his feet, practically knocking over the coffee table. Tears brim your eyes; you figured he’d be a little mad, but not this mad. “Princess,” he snaps you out of your trance, “I’m not angry, don’t cry. This is amazing.” He gets on his knees in front of you and wipes a stray tear with his thumb. “Can I meet him?” He grins. You quickly nod before engulfing him in a hug.
Louis: Your daughter, Bexley was one of the first things Louis learned about you. You loved Bexley more than anything in the world and you felt that if people couldn’t accept her, then they didn’t deserve you. He found out the first time he came over to your house, a few days before you started dating. When you answered the knock at the door, he was surprised to see the tiny red head two year old, holding on to your legs, peeking out the door. “So, Louis, this is my daughter Bexley. She’s two.” You picked up your little girl and she cupped her hands to your ear and whispered something. “Oh, and she can count to eight.” You add at your daughters request, smiling. Louis remains in the same spot, his mouth slightly open. “Wow, this.. I mean.. She has the same eyes as you.” His gaze softens as his face breaks into a smile.
Zayn: Zayn was a tough guy, everyone knew it. So when you come home throwing up and crying, screaming “Rapist!” he exploded. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it now, he tried to sooth you the best he could. As a result of his boiling anger, you are terrified to tell him that you’ve found out your pregnant a week later. Knowing it wasn’t Zayn’s because you two hadn’t had sex, you were immediately nauseous. Being as anti abortion as it gets so that was completely out of the running and you don’t know if you’d be strong enough to give it up; even if it is from a horrible incident. You know you had to tell him no matter what. So holding the positive pregnancy test, you walked into the kitchen where Zayn was cooking dinner. “Zayn, I have something to tell you.” You take a deep breath, “I’m pregnant, Zayn.” You wince as he drops the wooden spoon to the ground and runs to hug you. “You’re not mad?” “(y/n) even if this baby isn’t mine, we’re going to raise it like it is. He’ll have a little quiff and everything.” He winks before planting a huge kiss on your forehead. “Things happen for a reason, and I think this little baby is a gift (y/n).
Liam: You and Liam have been friends since childhood. So he knew about your douchebag ex boyfriend, and your daughter Kate. This didn’t stop him from falling in love with you though. And once you started dating, he and Kate instantly connected. Every time he comes over, your heart melts at her exclamation, “Daddy’s here!”
Harry: "Where’s my little dude?" Harry asks, like always, as he walks in your front door. "I’m here!" Your son, Pace, screeches, as he rounds the corner, into Harry’s arms. Harry knew about your troubled past but was quick to forget about it and just focus on being the best father figure to your three year old son as he could. He picks up your little boy and walks over to you to give you a quick kiss. "Daddy Harry, you have to come see my new toy submarine Mommy got me! It’s green and the doors really open!" He wiggles out of Harry’s arms and grabs his hand to pull him to his bedroom. You simply giggle as you watch your two favorite men run down the hall.
