Ashton: I blink and groan as I realise that I forgot to close the blinds last night, the sun makes my eyes sting and I turn my face instead to look at (Y/N), fast asleep, her hair thrown up in a messy...ball of hair, and her pink lips parted, her breathing deep and even, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, she is snoring softly-an act she constantly denies doing-and her arms are draped over her torso, and I can't help but notice how this position pushes her breasts up till they are nearly spilling out of her tank top, I smirk to myself and she mumbles in her sleep, shifting so that her tank top lifts up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, I suddenly realise how her stomach has curved, a teensy bump has formed seemingly over night, it takes my breath away and I wriggle closer to her, placing my hand over the bump, her skin is warm and my cold fingers make her jump "hey little one...it's me Ashton, I'm your daddy" I whisper, pressing a kiss to the side of (Y/N)'s tummy, I hear a giggle and my eyes go wide, I look around me, expecting to see my child next to me, laughing at me, but instead my eyes meet (Y/N)'s "it's incredible isn't it?" She smiles, stroking my back "absolutely supreme" I breathe, I lie back on my pillows and sigh "absolutely supreme" I repeat, pulling her closer to me so her back is pressed to my chest, I wrap both my hands around her little bump protectively, stroking the side of it with my thumb.
Calum: "Nothing fits!" I hear (Y/N) scream upstairs, I wince, knowing I'll have to go up and talk to her "everything alright kitten?" I ask softly, knocking on the door "no!" She yells, I poke my head around the door and am instantly hit by a flying blue dress, I shake it off and it lands on top of a pile of other dresses, (Y/N) has her back to me, struggling with a new dress, but the zip refuses to close and she groans, stripping it off "what's wrong baby girl?" I ask, she sighs, a frustrated sigh "nothing fits me anymore" she mumbles, her voice cracking, I walk up behind her and press a soft kiss to her shoulder, my eyes closed, inhaling her sweet perfume, my hands trail over her hips, feeling her sides and the smooth curve of her stomach, my eyes snap open and I gently turn her to face me, I crouch in front of her and there it is, clear as day, a small little bump "where did this come from?" I breathe, rubbing my hands over it "hell" she growls, pulling away from me and trying her luck with another dress "here let me help" I say softly, I pull her close to me, one hand against her bump, the other at her back "suck it in a bit" I instruct, pressing my hand gently against her stomach, I tug the zip and it slides up effortlessly, she smiles and grabs her clutch, walking stiffly, but I shake my head and frown "no you can barely breathe in that, come on, we're just going to stay in tonight, I'll tell the guys we can't make it, okay kitten?" I say "but it's the AMA's I wanna-" "get it off and get some pj's on, we'll watch some movies, and I'll call for pizza" I order, kissing her lightly before pressing a kiss to her tummy "you'd like pizza wouldn't you little one?" I grin, (Y/N) laughs and I help her out of the suffocating dress.
Luke: "Mummy's getting fat!" I hear my three year old son announce one morning as he comes into the kitchen, he sits at the table and I laugh, dropping a plate of pancakes in front of him "is she now?" I chuckle, he nods "her stomach poked me" he says matter of factly, I raise my eyebrows, curious "poked you?" I repeat "are you sure Ben?" he nods, his mouth too full of pancakes to say anything "well that's interesting" I muse, getting to my feet, I amble out of the kitchen and up the stairs, slowly pushing the bedroom door open, (Y/N) is standing in front of the mirror, her hands on her stomach, which seems to have suddenly developed into a small little bump that protrudes ever so slightly "it's a lot less scary this time around huh?" I murmur, stepping up behind her, she nods, smiling "now we actually know what we're doing" I chuckle, placing my hands over hers "it's so cute" I mumble and press a kiss to her temple "now come on, breakfasts ready and if you don't come down Ben'll finish it all" I grin, wrapping my arm around her and guiding her down the stairs.
Michael: I press kisses to the palms of (Y/N)'s hands, rubbing her fingertips over my lips "I love you" I whisper, holding her hand against the side of my face "please don't be mad at me" I beg "I feel terrible for missing it, but I swear I will be there for the next appointment okay? I just got caught up in recording and I lost track of time, but I mean you have no clue how terrible I feel, not only was I not there for you, but I wasn't there for our baby, and I really wanted to see it today, more than anything in the world" I say softly, my thumb rubbing the back of her hand, I pull her closer to me and hold her tight, but she seems further away than usual, and pulling away, I notice it, its small, tiny really. But it's there; a smooth curve; a bump; our baby. Laughing, I drop to my knees, pushing her shirt up, I press random kisses over her soft skin, she giggles, threading her hands into my hair "this is actually happening, we're having a baby" I grin, she nods "I know" she breathes, pressing her lips to mine.
