One Directon Preferences

Baby Talk

Louis: "Louis, babe, can I ask you something?" she asks, hanging another ornament on the Christmas tree. "Uh sure babe, what’s on your mind?" I ask, unpacking several of the nick knacks only seen this time of year. "Babe, I think I want a baby, do you think we’re ready?" she asks, biting her lip. My face went from curiosity to shock in milliseconds as I asked. "A- a baby?" she nods then shakes her head. "Never mind, forget I said anything." she says after studying my face for a minute or two. "No, no no, I just didn’t know you wanted a baby." I smile, setting the box in my hands down, taking hers in my own. "I think we could be pretty good parents, don’t you? And the holidays would be so much more fun with someone to spoil." she smiles, looking at the few presents we had collected under the tree. "I think you’re right in every way." I smile, pecking her lips. "So we’re really going to do this?" I ask as she nods, smiling "We’re going to have a baby Louis, some day soon, we’ll have a baby."

Harry: ”What’s in there?” she asks, poking Y/N’s rounded stomach. Chuckling quietly, I answer “Your baby brother.” laughing when her little green eyes widen. “There’s a baby in there?!” she asks not believing as Y/N nods, running her fingers over the fabric. “Yeah sweetie, he’ll be here soon.” she says taking our daughter’s hand, placing it where her own had been. “Can it do anything?” she asks, felling the baby do nothing. “Well, sometimes if you talk to it, he’ll kick.” Y/N says. She nods and says in her cute girlish voice. “Hi! SO I guess you’re my brother. Mummy says that you’re really small, but you made her tummy so big.” she says, scratching her head. I chuckle and look at Y/N who was smiling wider than before. “Is he kicking?” I ask after another minute of our daughter’s talking. Y/N nods, as her face lights up, feeling her brother kick for the first time. “You know, you used to do that too.” I say, resting my hand beside hers as she looks at my unbelieving. “Really? I was this small?” she asks as I nod. “And I would talk to you, and you would kick for me all the time. Daddy’s little girl.” I smile before letting her continue to talk to the baby, enjoying the stages of kicking while they lasted.

Niall: "Ap-ple." she says in broken syllables, clapping at the baby as she did. Y/N had been trying to get the baby to start saying a few words to get him to communicate with us. Just the basics like 'water, food, dog, cat, daddy and mommy' She had had very little success, but nonetheless, she kept trying day after day to get him to speak. Looking up from my glass of milk, I smile at them as she clapped and he looked away, uninterested in learning. “Babe, I think it’s time to quit for tonight.” I chuckle as he starts to crawl away from her, over to my feet, sitting in front of the couch. I smiled slyly at her as she pouted, folding her arms. “What can I say? Like father like so-” I start to say, before he climbed up into my lap, spilling the milk all over my pants. “Fucking hell.” I say, setting him down, quickly taking the towel Y/N offered me. Dabbing myself, my eyes widen as he copies me, tiny accented voice saying “F- fucking hell.” I tried hard not to laugh as Y/N’s face went from shock to anger. “Niall!” she scolds as he continues to repeat the phrase over and over. “Sorry babe, I didn’t mean it.” “Well, like you said, like father like son.” she sighs, slumping back onto the couch, listening to him say it over and over again.

Zayn: Y/N laid in the hospital bed, eyes closed tightly trying to hold her tears in. Her hand was resting on her swollen stomach that would soon be gone. The baby had had some complications, and here we were, the baby barely hanging on. The monitor that was studying the baby’s health continued to beep slowly, heartbeat weakening as the minutes counted down. We had been told that there was no chance the baby could survive and so, we had no other choice but to let it go. I climbed into bed with her and rested my hand on hers. Whispering quietly, I begin, “I know it’s not fair. You didn’t even have a fair chance.” I say, tears stinging my eyes. “We never even got to hold you. But we’ll still always love you.” I say as Y/N starts to sniffle. “Daddy’s little baby.” I sniffle, pressing my hand to the spot where it used to kick whenever I spoke. I got nothing. “I’m sorry Zayn.” She whimpers, wiping her eyes, looking down at me. “It’s alright, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be this time.” I say trying to compose myself. “It’s not fair.” She frowns, covering her face as she began to cry more. Quickly, I take her hands and wipe her tears. “It’s okay, I promise everything will be okay.” I say as she nods. “Okay, I hope so.” She says as I continue to rub her stomach hoping I could rekindle the baby’s heartbeat and kicks, trying to give it the chance to live.

Liam: “Who’s a good wittwal giwrl?” I say, bouncing the baby up and down in my arms, as she stares wide eyes at me, sucking on her small fist. “You are aren’t you? You’re that cutest wittwal ting I’ve ever seen.” I say as she smiles up at me now, reacting to the face I had made to match the nonsense that was coming from my mouth. I heard Y/N laugh at me from the nursery’s door, turning around, I saw her leaning up against the wall smiling at me. “I never knew you were a baby talker.” She says making me laugh, adjusting the baby so she was laying against my chest. “I was just trying it out.” I say, walking over to Y/N, the baby still sucking on her first. She automatically reached for Y/N and she took her. They had made this special bond when she was born, and so it was, they were almost inseparable, except for when I wanted to hold her. “Daddy’s crazy isn’t he?” She asks as the baby smiles and rests her head on Y/N’s shoulder relaxing into her. Y/ N swayed her back and forth, humming softly then got her to sleep. “You’re berry good at dat.” I smile, sticking a pacifier in my mouth, sucking feverishly on it, making her laugh even more than before. “Come on you big baby, let’s get some sleep while the small baby sleeps too.” She says taking my hand, leading me to the bedroom, for some much needed sleep.