one direction preferences / imagines

he feels the baby kick for the first time

Zayn: You sighed, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable on your bed. It was hard because of your pregnant belly and mostly because of the little baby inside that belly. Another groan left your mouth when sharp kick landed to your rib, making you rub the spot in the dark room. It was over midnight, but the little miracle inside didn't let you sleep. "What's wrong boo?" Zayn's worried voice asked, making you jump in the darkness. Before your pregnancy nothing could wake Zayn up, but since he heard about the little girl inside you, he was awake and next to you after every wince. "Nothing," you murmured, placing your hand to his stubbly cheek, trying to sooth his worried brown eyes, "She's just kicking me really hard." The bed sheets rustled when he sat up quicker than ever before. "She's...She's kicking? Why didn't you woke me?" he almost yelled, giant smile creeping to his face when he ran his chilly hands over your round belly, trying to find any movement. You smiled to his utter happiness when you placed his hands to the spot where your baby was kicking. You smiled, watching how his expression chanced from confused to shock when he felt the tiny kick. "That was her?" He asked, eyes wide when he stared at the bump, tears rolling down his cheeks, smile stretching his lips. "Yes Zayn, that was your daughter," you smiled, happiness filling you when he leaned to kiss your bump, hands never leaving the spot. "I can't believe you're really there," he whispered, lips touching the bare skin of your belly, "My little girl... I can't wait until I can hold you in my arms. Hi, my little perfect miracle, it's your daddy."

Louis: You sat on your couch, trying to fold your laundry . The house was empty; Louis was at rehearsals, leaving you alone with your baby bump. You smiled, feeling how the little one had a hiccup on your belly. "You have hiccup, little boy, don't you?" you cooed, stroking your belly with your hand, jumping when fluttering feeling ran across your clothed stomach. "Did you just kick mommy?" you asked, a bit hesitating, until you felt it again. "Oh my god," you breathed, smile on your face when you sat still, feeling the little boy moving and kicking inside you. Slowly, careful not to scare him, you took your phone, dialing Lou's number. "Hi babe, I'm almost home, what's up?" he answered happily with the second ring. "He's kicking," you answered, shock and happiness covering your voice. "What?" Louis screamed, making you laugh happily when your son kicked you angrily after his dad scared him. "Lou, hurry home," you laughed, tears on your eyes when you closed the phone, hands on your belly. Few minutes later the front door opened with a loud bang, and Louis ran in, almost knocking few things over. "Is he still kicking? Is he still kicking?" He yelled when he burst out the door, kneeling next to you, hands on your belly, eyes widen and excited. "Yeah, here," you sniffled happily, guiding his hands to the spot where he could feel them. Few seconds later he was beaming amazed. "There's a baby in you Y/N," he beamed, grin on his face when he let his hands admire the bump. You let out a small teary laugh, nodding to your amazed husband. "This is quite exciting," he smirked when the kicking stopped for a while, making him wait a little,"I could do this all day." His hands stroked the spot where his son's tiny feet kicked once again, making his grin grow wider, "He's gonna be a footballer, little Tommo's gonna be a footballer, just like daddy."

Harry: You giggled, nuzzling your head deeper to Harry's neck. It was Friday, and like every other Friday, you and Harry had the Americas funniest house video marathon together. His throaty giggles made your heart flutter when his big hand lay on your pregnant belly, making sure you were near him. "Look at that cat," you laughed, looking how a cat tried to get a fish out of a fish bowl. Unfamiliar, sharp kick cut your laugh, making you sit up. "Kitten, what happened," his deep voice was full of worry when he sat up, hands on your belly. "The baby kicked," you breathed out, looking at Harry whose green eyes were full of love. "Really?" he breathed as silently as you, almost like he'd be scared of breaking the silence what was around you. The tv was on pause, both of your hands frozen to your belly, waiting. Minutes pasted, but your baby stayed still, not wanting to move anymore. Harry's face fell, making your heart ache. You knew how he waited to feel the first kick. He already loved the baby so much, spending the nights talking to the bump, buying stuffed toys and name books. "Maybe next time," he smiled, but you could see how the tears burned his throat. "Harry, laugh," you said, after thinking few minutes. "What?" he asked green eyes confused, when his hand flew to his curls. "Last time you laughed, the baby kicked," you said, pressing the play, letting the funny videos continue. His hands were glued to the spot where you had felt the kick. The minute you heard his angelic laugh, a kick shoot through your body, making Harry's eyes grow wide. "Oh my god," he breathed, dimples showing when he let out a happy laugh, making the baby squirm again. "Hi baby, Hi! I felt your kick! Daddy felt your kick!" he cooed, kissing the skin, laughing and crying at the same time, "Hi! Hi! I love you. Daddy loves you more than anything in the world. I can't wait until I see you. Kick for me again, little baby."

Liam: You smiled tiredly, laying on Liam's embrace on your couch, bodies tangled together when his hands were protectively on your belly. His long fingers traced patterns to your skin, tattooed arms gently holding you. "I think she doesn't like me," Liam whispered, looking down to your belly, where his hands rested, trying once again steal a glimpse of the baby kick. "What? That's insane Liam, of course she likes you, she loves you. You're her daddy," you looked at Liam concerned. His brown eyes were sad when he chewed his lower lip, thinking silently. "You think?" he asked silently, voice cracking before he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. You sighed, knowing how much hate he had got lately, even he tried more and more every day. "I know," you asked, hand stroking his strong jaw, "and she knows that you shouldn't listen to those who bring you down, because no matter what happens, you'll always have us." Tears glimmered in his brown eyes when he nodded slowly, exhaustion written over his face. "I'm sorry," he sighed, making you slip a tear before reaching to kiss his warm, sweet lips. "Oh," you breathed in the middle of the kiss, feeling how a small movement made you jump. Liam looked down at your belly, where his hand searched the spot you were rubbing. "She's kicking," he smiled, tears dropping freely down his cheeks, "I can feel her." You smiled, letting him sat up and plant a kiss to your wide belly. "See, she loves you," you smiled, biting your lip, seeing how excited his smile grew. "I love you too my girl," he cooed, drawing a heart to your bare skin, kissing the middle of it, making the baby kick again. "Even if no one else would ever love me, when my girls do, I'm still the happiest man alive," he sniffled, kissing your lips before stroking your belly gently. "We do, more than anything," you promised, snuggling closer to him, letting him sleep away his exhaustion, hand on your belly, making sure his girls were close.

Niall: You stirred off your sleep, small sunlight making its way to your face. Niall's voice had woke you up, making you keep your eyes closed in the sunny morning. You could feel his hands on your belly while he sat next to it, kissing it once in a while, "Yeh? What will we sing next? How 'bout 'A Bunch of Wild Thyme'? Ye ready?" He took a deep breath, kissing your belly before starting to sing with his soft voice "Come all ye maidens young and fair, and you that are blooming in your prime, always beware and keep your garden fair,let no man steal away your thyme, for thyme it is a precious thing. And thyme brings all things to my mind, nlyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys, thyme, brings all things to my mind," His voice stopped suddenly, when you felt a sharp kick on your lower belly, making you jump. Niall had felt it too, his lips were on the spot, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. You could feel his grin against your belly. "Did ye like that, huh? Ya're gona be true Irish lad, yeh? Daddy loves ye, ye know. Ya're my lil' buddy," Niall cooed, brushing his nose over your skin, making you giggle. "Hi princess," he chuckled, seeing you awake. His blond hair was a mess, eyes big and full of elation. "Hi love, what are you doing to him, he's kicking my kidneys out," you chuckled, making him giggle before kissing your lips gently. "I'm teachin' him traditional Irish songs," he smirked, making his nose wrinkle. You smiled, pecking his lips, running your hand through his hair, "Sing more, he likes it." Niall nodded, sitting next to your belly, rubbing it while he started again, "Once I and a bunch of thyme, I thought it never would decay..."