One Directon Preferences

Welcome Home Baby

Harry: The car crept along the black pavement at a mere twenty miles an hour as you new baby boy cooed happily in the back seat, sucking on his fingers, toes curled in his powder blue baby socks. You turned in your carseat, watching your son as he made faces, and smiled at you. “Harry, you can drive faster. you know.” you giggle as a car sped past you, driver flipping his middle finger at Harry. He shook his head “He’s much too fragile.” he says as you laugh again, cars continuing to speed by. “You’re going to be a great daddy, Harry.” you smile grabbing his hand. He squeezes it and smiles pressing a small kiss to your hand “I can’t do it without you.” you smile, sitting back quietly as your son continued to eat his hands, Harry still going 20 miles an hour, but that was alright, things would start to move faster soon enough so you were taking things slow while you could.

Louis: The bed shifted again as the cries through the monitor woke your husband before they did you. Turning to watch him stumble appearing drunk, knowing he was just sleep deprived. Sliding out of bed, still a bit sore from the delivery you take the few steps from your room to her room. As you peeked in, you saw her small little frame being cradled in Louis’s strong arms, moonlight shining on her face for the split second that Louis crossed paths with it, trying to get her to go back to sleep. Walking over to him, your arms around him, moving with him as he paced. finally getting her back to sleep. “I could have got her.” you mumble eyes closed leaning down as he did, putting her down to sleep. “I don’t mind.” he says pulling you back to the bedroom, cuddling into you. Closing your eyes a bit later, you wake up as you hear her cry. Pushing him down you go to get her saying “I don’t mind.” he chuckles and goes back to sleep.

Liam:"I’m so excited." he beams as he watched the nurse disconnect the needles and I.V’s from your son’s arms. Your son had been born a preemie and you were finally able to take him home today. Liam was just as excited as you were, maybe even more."Me too" you smile, excited to hold your baby properly, change his diaper yourself, to finally have the cry of a baby fill your house. He was handed to you, tears filing your eyes as he clung to your finger, Liam’s hands resting on your shoulders. Handing him to Liam, Liam smiled widely cooing to the baby. He was so natural with him, he was so happy, you were happy. “Can we take him home now?" you ask trying to control the smile on your face. The doctor nods and you smile at Liam as he grabs the baby’s bag, then heads out to the car, to go home finally with three family members instead of just the two of you.

Niall: The sound of your four year old screaming and laughing could be heard outside as you took your newborn daughter from the car. Sharing a look of worry, you head through the door of the house, Niall’s mom grabbing your son, calming him down as he saw you. You could tell that he had missed you both as he ran over hugging Niall tightly, then staring up at you wanting a hug. “We have a surprise.” you smile happily, sitting on the couch, carefully cradling your daughter as your son and Niall sat next to you. “This is your new baby sister.” you say laying her in his lap. His face lights up as Niall lays his arm over the back of the couch, smiling tiredly down at him. “Careful buddy.” he says, making your son support the baby’s neck. He smiles up at you, excited “I’m going to be the best brother ever.” “I bet you will be.” you smile as Niall lets him sit a while longer before taking her up to her new room, as you put your son to bed, then pulling you up to the bed for some much needed sleep.

Zayn: He carried the carseat in not taking any chances of dropping her. Sitting her on the table, you take take her out, holding her to your chest, back aching from the epidural you had gotten. “You’re so beautiful.” you smile at her before scrunching your nose, “You’re very smelly too.” you giggle taking her uo to her room, laying her on the changing table. Zayn walks in and laughs “Guess you’ve got the first diaper change.” he winks as you shake your head. “I don;t think so Malik, I brought her into this world, you should have the first diaper change.” he pouts but doesn’t argue, for fear of you guilting him even more. He struggles, trying to undo and throw the dirty diaper away, while cleaning her bottom, you can’t help but laugh and push him away gently. “Here sweetie, let me help.” you say, wiping her, sliding a new diaper on her, carefully cradling her, smiling at Zayn. “All clean.” you smile proudly, handing her to him. He takes her, and kisses your cheek, sitting in the rocking rocking chair with you sitting in his lap, singing both of his girls to sleep.