One Directon Preferences

Tummy Talk

Harry: The baby had been kicking all night, making you toss and turn, unable to sleep. Finally, after turning for the hundredth time, you tap Harry’s shoulder. Looking up from his pillow, he sighs and rubs his eyes, “Yeah babe?” Pouting you cross your arms. “Babe, he won’t stop kicking, will you do something please?” you beg. He nods, and sits up a bit, placing his hands on either side of your swollen stomach. “Hey there little baby, why don’t you calm down a little bit, so that your mummy can sleep. You can kick all you want in the morning, but let’s try to get some sleep now, okay?” he asks, pressing a small kiss to the place where the baby was kicking the most. Looking at him you breath out relieved as the kicking stops. Carefully laying back down, you close your eyes as Harry holds you in his arms. Falling asleep easily, you sleep for the rest of the night peacefully in his embrace until morning where the baby makes good on Harry’s offer of kicking as much as it wanted.

Louis: "Babe!" you call from the bedroom. Hands resting on your large stomach, you feel around for the kick that you had just felt a moment ago. The baby hadn’t kicked before now, and you wanted to make sure Louis could feel it for the first time. "Yeah love?" he asks padding into the bedroom. "Lou, he was kicking, but I lost it." you frown as he smiles, sitting on the bed beside you, resting his hands by yours. "Really? I’d love to feel it." he says moving his hands around, trying to get the baby to kick. Frowning, he leans down and says "Hey baby, hey. Can you kick for me sweetheart? Just one little kick." he says getting nothing. "Hey, come on, I made you, the least you could do is kick for me, don’t you think." he says making you giggle. He frowns and removes his hands as the baby starts to kick again. "Babe!" you laugh excited, he places his hands next to yours as the baby stops. "Well you’re just a little prankster already aren’t you." he chuckles and you nod "Just like his daddy babe, just like his daddy." he chuckles and continues to try to get the baby to kick.

Liam: You held the positive pregnancy test up to him, a wide smile breaking over his face.Hugging you tightly his lips smash to yours before he crouches down, pressing a couple to your stomach, rubbing his thumb over it, even though you hadn’t even started to show yet. “Babe, this is amazing.” he says smiling. “I know.” you smile as he presses his lisp to your warm skin again. “Hey baby, hey little one, I can’t wait until you’re in my arms for the first time. I can’t wait to see what you look like. Just know that I’ll always love you, more than anything, even if you were purple with white polka dots, you’d still be my baby. Nothing can ever change that.” he smiles standing up. Giggling you say “Babe, it can’t hear you, you know that right?” he nods and hugs you tightly “I know, but I want to start early so that it’ll recognize me.” he smiles as you let him go. “Well then you’ve got a lot of talking to do don’t you.” you smile as he nods, “I sure do.”

Niall: "Come on Niall, it’s normal." you giggle as he crosses his arms over his chest, an unsure look on his face. "Are you sure it can even hear me?" he asks gesturing to your pregnant belly. He had been hesitant, unsure about talking to your tummy, not wanting to express himself to something that couldn’t speak back to him. "Yeah babe, I’m sure you smile, running your fingertips over the fabric of your shirt. "Alright." he sighs ruffling his hair, crouching down beside your stomach, clearing his throat. "H- Hello, uhm I’m your dad. I- Uhm, I can’t wait till you’re here with us, and I know that you’re going to be happy here with us." he says softly to the bump. He smiles giving it a small rub. "How was that babe?" he asks looking up at you. "Very good babe, very good." you laugh, ruffling his hair as he smiles, proud of himself.

Zayn: "You’re doing great baby, just a few more hour’s and the baby will be here." he says taking your hand in his own. Your water had broken lat night, and your daughter had been taking her sweet time coming into the world. "B- babe, make her come faster!" you moan in pain, closing eyes, squeezing his hand. He frowns and rubs your stomach, trying to give some comfort and says. "Hey sweetie, I know you want to take your time, and there’s probably nothing I can do to speed things up, but there’s tons of people that want you to be here. We’re so excited. And hopefully we can hold you soon." he says as you shove your face into a pillow, kicking your legs in discomfort. "I know you can do it." he encourages to you as you lay for the next couple hours with better progress. Finally, you’re given the okay to push, and 30 minutes later, she was here, and she was beautiful, reaching up for you as you held her in your arms. "You did it baby." he smiles widely at you as you adjust her blanket. "We did it babe, I don’t think she would have come as soon as she did without your little pep talk." he chuckles, as you whisper "We did it."