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he wants a baby

Harry - Sighing softly you peel off you heels after a long day of work. Letting your hair loose from the neat bun it was in you shook your hair out as you walked into your home. "Babe?" You called setting your purse on the counter. "You home?" You paused waiting to hear your lanky husbands replay. Hearing nothing you assume he still must be out. Only after you've changed into sweats and all your makeup is off you hear the door open and a deep voice swear as something hits the ground. You smile knowing how clumsy Harry is and walk down to see him picking up his keys while holding balloons and a box. "Baby?" You asked confused knowing it wasn't a special day. Harry's head shot up and he swore again seeing you standing there. "I thought you got off at 8?" He asked trying to hide the balloons that your eyes were on. The balloons where pink and blue saying 'Girl' and 'Boy'. You walk over to Harry to take the boy out of his arms ignoring his protest and opened it to see a cake that simple says 'Mommy and Daddy.' You look up at a flustered Harry. "Harry... Am I pregnant?" You joke but stop as you see the way Harry bites his lip. "Well... I would like you to be." He says softly waiting for your reaction. You can't help the grin that fills your face as you put the cake down and lead Harry up into the bedroom.

Liam - Your hands swing as Liam leads you threw the retail store as you sip on a smoothie. "You like that?" He asked motioning towards a jacket he knew you would like. You peer over his shoulder and hum. "It's nice but not a fan of the color, now come on we're here to buy Ruth some baby clothes for the baby shower, not to shop for us." You say with a grin tugging at his large hand. He smiles softly and wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your head. "Thank you by the way. You're helping Ruth out so much since she figured out she was pregnant." Liam says generally happy that his wife and sister where so close. "It's no problem, god knows how horrible you would be to help out." You giggle as Liam pouts and pushes you playfully. You reach the children section and you start looking at infant clothing that would be good for either a boy or girl. "Does she know what gender it's going to be?" Liam asked holding a small shirt that looked even smaller in his large hands. "No she said she wants to keep it a surprise so just look for unisex things." You say picking out a yellow onesies. Liam smiles as he holds up a blue onesies "I would want a boy." He says softly looking over at you. "Hmm same." You said picking up more clothing. You jump as you feel Liam's arms wrap around your waist. "Then we should make one."

Niall - You frown as you already see the dish washer unloaded and all the dishes in the cupboards. You close the dishwasher and walk to the living room to see nothing out of place. No cups left on the coffee table, no pillows thrown around. It was as clean as you left it this morning. Going upstairs into yours and Niall's bedroom you swing open the doors to the masters bedroom to see the very large room clean. The bed where Niall was still in when you left this morning was made. The laundry was done and all hanged up in the closet. Hell when you peek into the bathroom your hair dryer and hair sprays where all put away. "This is so weird." You whisper to yourself. Your house was never a mess but it was never this perfect either. Niall was never one to have things all neat and in order, so you were use to seeing some plates left out or a shirt on the floor. But everything was spotless. You sit on the king size bed confused. "He either wants something or he did something wrong." You say as the door opens and an Irish accent calls for you. When Niall finds you sitting on the bed he doesn't even kiss you before you ask. "Did you cheat on me?" Niall sputters and shakes his head fast. "No babe, why would you think that?" You tilt your head to the side "What did you want then?" You watch as red flows to his checks and he looks down fiddling with his fingers. "Well?" You drawl tugging him closer to you making him dip down and press a soft kiss to your lips. "A baby." He mummers. He pulls back to see the smile on your face. "I want a baby."

Louis - You barely feel the body next to you move around. Your so tired from traveling back to Louis' home town to visit his family and back to your and Louis' home. You got back home late at night and even though Louis seemed alive and awake you where still dead to the world. You feel his hands trace patterns on your belly and he tried to wake you up. "No..." You whisper pushing your face more into the pillow hoping he would go away. "(Y/N)," Louis sang pushing your shirt up to stroke your belly. "Louis if your horny go masturbate or something." You say shoving his shoulder with yours. You hear him chuckle and he drags your body right against his and presses a kiss to your neck. "I kind of need you." You groan into the pillow and shake your head. "Use your hand." You grumbled refusing to help your horny husband. "I kind of need you because my hand won't make a baby." Your eyes shot open and you spin around to see your smirking husband lay on the bed a hand on his chest and the other pushing your hair back. "What?" You ask softly. He chuckles and sits up and moves your body so you are straddling him. You gasp as you feel his harden length against your panties. He hums and places a hand on your belly stroking the skin softly. "Wanna put a baby in you." He whispers kissing you softly. "That okay?"

Zayn - You yelp as your feet step on a hard ball and you take a tumble to the floor. Moaning and turning onto your belly you see a small rattle on the floor. "What the hell?" You ask as you pick up the baby toy and frown at it. None of your friends brought their kids over anytime soon so why would there be a rattle here? You double take as you see a small baby bottle on the coffee table. You get up and pick up the bottle confused out of your mind. Bringing both items to the kitchen you decided to wait for your husband to come out of the shower and ask him. You open the fridge to make breakfast but pause seeing baby food resting on a shelf. "What in the actual hell." You state and close the fridge and groan as you see a baby high chair in the corner. "Zayn!" You yell wanting some answers. You hear your husband come down the stairs and he enters the kitchen in only sweat pants and his hair still damp. "Yeah babe?" He asked in his thick accent as he leans in to give you a kiss. "What is all of this baby stuff? Am I pregnant or something? Because I would like to know." You watch as your husband bites his lips and fingers the rattle on the counter. "That would be nice." You pause and tilt your head. "What?" He shrugged softly before looking up to meet your eyes. "If you were pregnant. That would be nice."