Louis: After the baptism the other godparent hunted you down. “I guess this means that we are going to have to see a lot more of each other,” Louis said walking to your car with you. “How so,” you asked confused. “Well at the kid’s parties and stuff. Plus if they both croak we are going to have to raise a kid together we should practice hanging out,” he opened your door for you. “I don’t think that is how it works,” you smiled at his ridiculous interpretation. “Well then I’m lost you’re going to have to explain it to me over dinner,” he shook his head like it was inevitable.
Harry: “I’m going to hold the baby,” you informed the other godparent, Harry, at the baptism. “No I want to,” he argued. “Well I am, so I’m sorry,” you informed him. “Why do you get to,” he whined. “I am her mother’s best friend,” you argued. “I’m her father’s best friend,” he countered. “Mother trumps,” you shrugged. “I’m older,” he tried to come up with any possible argument. “Barely,” you laughed at his pathetic behavior. “(Y/n) the service is about to start,” your friend scolded handing you the baby. You stuck your tongue out at Harry then headed in. “Babies should not be holding babies,” he grumbled going into the church defeated.
Zayn: “All of the boys have an equal amount of cons,” you said looking at the list that you had drawn up. “Niall has one less,” he said counting them. “Yeah, but we forgot to write down that if he was the godfather then there would be never ending “The Godfather” jokes.” You yawned and let your head slam to the table. “Babe is there a rule that we can’t have four godfathers,” Zayn asked rubbing your back. “I don’t know,” you said hopefully. “We can figure it out in the morning,” he kissed your cheek and then propped his arms under yours so he could get you up and to bed.
Liam: You and Liam were babysitting your godchild and he was having a hard time falling asleep. “How did we get roped into this,” he asked as you rocked the baby in your arms. “If we weren’t so lovable they would not have chosen us,” you supposed. He nodded satisfied with that, “sing please,” you begged. Liam liked the suggestion and started singing a lullaby. He was out cold within seconds. You smiled finally being able to relax. “Who should our child’s godparents be,” he whispered. “We don’t have a child,” you reminded him as you set the little guy in his crib. “Not yet,” he said putting his arm around you and admiring the sleeping angel.
Niall: “Thank you for joining us for dinner,” Liam said as the meal wrapped up. “No problem,” you and Niall said in unison. “We almost forgot why we invited you both over,” Liam’s wife started. “We want you to be the godparents,” she held her stomach. “Um,” you said at the same time as Niall blurted out, “yes.” “But we are just dating. Are you sure you don’t want to pick a different godmother in case we break-up,” you suggested. “We’re as good as married,” Niall said hurt. “Yes but I mean nothing is official,” you said bashfully. “It will be if you have patience. Yes, the answer is yes we will.” He smiled at you slightly embarrassed.
