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bringing your baby home

Louis: Louis just can't seem to pull himself away from his baby boy. He sits in the nursery all night, even while you're asleep and oblivious to the world. His eyes gloss over a few times, full of happiness and tears that he brushes away with the back of his hand several times. He always grew up with girls, sisters that he wanted to take care of and protect, but never in his life did he imagine having a baby boy. When he got the news, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't bring himself to wishing for a girl. He got what he wanted, and it's bundled up in his arms in the late hours of the night. Louis makes sure to catch every detail of his new son; the little freckles on his cheeks, the color in his eyes that matches his dad's. The 'd' word makes Louis jump a little, his heart hammering beneath his chest. All he ever wanted was to have a son. To look after him and teach him how to play soccer. To give him advice on girls and mean kids at school. To give him the world and an even better life for him. To tell him about touring with his best friends. To have something - someone - to connect him even closer to you. To love and stay up with on nights to watch the big game or scary movies. To just make someone so little know that a bright future is ahead. "Mommy and I have been waiting for you." He murmurs, pressing his shaking fingers along his son's head as he brushes back the barely-there hairs. "I've been waiting for you for nine months. Nine months, can you believe that?" Louis talks in a hushed voice, careful not to wake you. "I'm going to teach you everything I know, I promise. And I'm going to be a good dad. A really, really, really good dad because you deserve it." He's aware of the tears in his eyes again and he chuckles again, pulling his baby boy back up closer to his chest. "Hopefully you like me. Please like me." With a firm kiss to the forehead of the boy he only met four days ago, he knows that his two most important things are you and this new light to his life, his first child ever, his first son.

Niall: The minute you walk through the door to your home, Niall is already running around the house, trying to prepare for his new son. "Okay, I got his crib ready. He says a few hours later when your son is cuddled up in your arms, eyes shut tightly. "Fucking IKEA, seriously, took me ages." You grimace at the choice of words and he ducks his head, chuckling nervously. "Language. Baby in the room. Right. Sorry, love." His eyes lit up at the word 'baby' and he raises his eyes, staring at him in your arms. "Can I hold him now, please?" You gingerly hand Niall your son, watching as blue eyes stare down at the bundle in his arms. He makes a small croaking sound in the back of his throat, running his finger down the side of his son's face. "Hi, baby. I'm Dad. I'm your daddy." Words are confusing to your son for his young age, but he lifts his tiny hand back at his dad and places it on the side of his cheek, mirroring the action Niall has done. He has your nose and eyes, while he has Niall's bone structure and slight freckles. Niall doesn't think he's ever seen something so precious to him, and he looks up at you with an awestruck expression over his face. "We're parents." He murmurs. "Can you believe it? Baby, we're actually parents." He breathes out, something deep settling inside of his stomach as he thinks of the possibilities, as he thinks of the future and how cool of a dad he is going to be. "I'm a dad and you're a mom and we're together. And I love you and I love him and." He pecks his son's head before reaching down to you. "I promise not to let either of you down. As a father or a husband." He stays close to you, pressing his shoulder into yours as he the two of you look down at the small, fragile baby. Niall breaks the silence, a grin forming on his face. "Think he'll be the next football star? Next David Beckham, perhaps? Ooh ooh, maybe even a Lionel Messi!" And both of you laugh sweetly and cuddle close and think more of what is to come next in your future and happily married life. Because even with ups and downs, he knows he has you and a beautiful baby boy.

Liam: The wailing begins at ten and soon projects into two a.m. and even later. Being the stubborn, still slightly bloated you, Liam decides that it's right that you stay in bed on the fifth crying session and get some rest, which you so dearly need. He pushes the hair back from your hair and kisses you gently, settling you back down under the covers so you aren't tempted to get up and tend for the baby; because this time, he wants to do it, and he wants to hold his little girl and coo and sing to her so she falls asleep in his arms for the first time since her birth. He pads across the room to pick her up from her bed and shush her softly, all the while reaching for the blanket and taking her someplace quieter, the downstairs living room. He curls up in the far end of the couch and keeps her in the crook of his arms, rocking her to and fro as he makes stupid faces at her. Even in the middle of the night, he'd do anything for her, even stay up with her until the sun shines through the windows just to make sure she's safe. "Are you sleepy now?" He prompts slowly, raising his eyebrows down at the baby curled up against his chest. "No more crying?" Just as he says this though, her eyes fill up with tears and she gives him a look even in her early state, which Liam knows immediately she is going to use on him to get her way when she's older. "Okay." He murmurs gently, laughing slightly as he pulls her gently, patting and rubbing her back softly. "Daddy's got you now; you can go ahead and sleep. Don't cry. Everything is okay." She finds comfort in him so young, not needing any more reassurance that this man is going to raise her and take care of her for however long she may live. The three week old baby closes her eyes and a wash of peace flows over her. Liam leans down and kisses her cheek softly, pressing his fingers firmly over her back to remind her that he's here, that he's watching over her. You wake up in the morning to find him gone from the bed, and when you walk downstairs, you find him holding her with such care and you have no doubt that he is going to be the best father.

Zayn: In this case, there was not just one baby, but two. Two very beautiful twins, one a girl and the other a boy, whom Zayn cherished the minute he saw them, the minute he held one by one in his arms. He couldn't be happier. He had a boy to spend father/son time with and had a girl that would (without a doubt in his mind) grow up to have the lungs and high notes of her daddy. This was the beginning of Zayn's happy life. No more over excessive drinking or wallowing in his fears. He had three people in his life that he loved so dearly and wanted nothing more than to stick around and be with. He wanted to walk his daughter down the aisle. He wanted to give his son girl (or boy, he would never mind or treat him any different based on his sexuality) advice and be there whenever he needed him. He wanted a wife to stay up late at night with and talk about the future and college funds for his kids. He has all of this. He has you and two beautiful babies that are going to grow up with the best mom and dad ever because no parents could ever love their children as much as you two did. "We did it." He murmurs in your ear, eyes still locked on the babies in their separate cribs. "And I know we still have a long way to do, but I'm here and you're here with me and I'm not going anytime soon." He looks you dead in the eyes, cupping your face in his warm hands. "You three are the best things to ever happen to me. I'll never dwell on that." He takes you in his arms and hugs you tight, resting his chin on top of your head so he can see over you and into the cribs. "I love you." He mumbles, smiling small. "I love all of you so much. I promise to be the best dad and husband there is. This is the promise I will never break. I promise, I swear, babe." The two of you watch over your new babies that night, knowing very well that many more nights were to come - good nights, too, as long as you had each other. Which you will always have; because he's not going anywhere.

Harry: It's a little bit funny because Harry has never felt like this before. His heart clenches and it gets hard to breathe when he stares down at the girl that the two of you made. This beautiful, green-eyed girl with an adorable nose shaped like yours. Harry wants to cry when he sees this girl, knowing she's his and no one else's but yours. This is the girl he's going to protect with his heart and no matter how frustrated she gets with him when she's older, he is going to continue to be her dad and look after her. All of the ideas of the future race to his head the minute he holds her for the first time when he's home in the safety of the master bedroom, just staring down at her with no interruptions or words needed to be spoken. He kisses her forehead softly, always having to hold her because he's afraid that she's going to break if anyone else gets their hands on her - he doesn't want her to be hurt or broken so soon. He wants to cherish her slowly, make sure that she never grows up too fast or gets in harm's way. "I love you." He says for the first time, and it feels good to have her hear it, even if she can't understand it. "God, I love you so much. You're going to be the most beautiful daughter and I'll have to fight off all the boys, won't I?" He gives her a small grin, kissing her head again. "You're as beautiful as your mom." He whispers, shaking his head in awe. "Unbelievable. I'll have to fight off all guys that dare to take you two away from me. You're going to get me in so much trouble, cutie." He smiles again, wider this time. "But I'll always love you, okay? I'll never stop. You're my little girl. Please always stay my little girl." He knows it's going to be hard to keep her this innocent and little, but he'll do his damned best to keep her on the right track and safe at all times. Because without her - even without you - he'd be lost. You two are the only things to keep him alive. The only two things he has ever loved this much. He loves you two so much that it kind of makes his heart hurt