Liam: You wake up in the middle of the night to the wailing of your newborn son. You roll over to poke Liam when you realize he's already gone, and the wailing is growing softer. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and head off to investigate. As you pad down the hallway, you stop at the doorway to your baby boy's nursery to see Liam tirelessly changing your baby's diaper with a grin on his face. After wrapping him up in a new diaper, you hear the last few hiccups of your son's sobs and watch as Liam bends down and starts rubbing his slight scruff on your sons belly while giving him soft kisses. Your son's hiccups grow louder again, but this time in laughter. Liam starts to giggle too, but he pulls back and puts a finger to his lip and whispers, "We don't want to wake mummy!" Your son quiets down, but you see his eyes twinkling up at Liam's face. You go back to your room as Liam picks up your son to return him to his crib. When Liam returns a few minutes later, you snuggle close to him and whisper, "I love you."
Zayn: "No! Don't do that, love!" You hear Zayn whining from the kitchen where you were washing dishes. You hear your baby daughter let out a giggle and babble a bit and Zayn laughs slightly and whines out an, "Ouch!" You peek into the living room where you see Zayn sitting on the couch, holding your daughter up to his face. She has one hand knotted in his quiff, and the other smacking into his head as she uses her legs to bounce herself up and down. Zayn is smiling despite the pain of his newly styled hair being pulled. "Now you know how much I love you babe. I'm letting you touch my hair!" Zayn laughs, his eyes sparkling at your daughter, who lets out a shriek as her toothless grin widens. Zayn lifts your daughter up higher, so she releases his hair and cradles her to his chest, giving her forehead a gentle kiss. She coos softly and you take that opportunity to enter, saying, "Zayn! Look at your hair!" In a teasing tone. He laughs and says, "I think we may have a future hairstylist on our hands, (Y/N)!"
Niall: You're sitting in your back yard flipping through a magazine when suddenly your 2-year-old son comes running (as well as he can) around the corner of your house shrieking and giggling. You then see Niall in a slow jog coming after him shouting, "I'm gonna get ya!" Your little boy cries out a, "No daddy, no!" You smile, watching them run in circles around your yard until your son trips. You let out a gasp, but before you can say anything, Niall is crouching down next to him and picking him up to a sitting position. Your son has tears in his eyes and is sniffling but he's trying to hold back his tears. Niall looks at him and starts rubbing some of the dirt off his face with his hands. "You okay, buddy?" He asks your son softly. Your son rubs his eyes with his arm to rid himself of his tears and says, "I'm fine daddy. I'm tough!" He says, with a completely serious expression on his face. Niall smiles and says, "Listen to you! My boy, you're getting big! But it's okay if you're hurt. Wanna take a break from the running, bud?" Your son has tears reforming, despite wanting to seem tough, and nods to Niall, who scoops him up and brings him toward you. You smile and the two of you bring your son inside to clean him up.
Louis: You've just come home from buying groceries when you hear your 6-month-old son making a fuss in the kitchen. You hear Louis going, "Calm down, calm down, little guy! I just need to clean you up!" You peer into the kitchen and see an absolute mess on your son's highchair and the surrounding areas, including your cabinets, table and wall. You groan softly to yourself, knowing you're probably going to be the one cleaning that mess up. You then see Louis at the sink with a wet paper towel in his hand, struggling to clean your son's baby food covered face and arms while he fights to get away from the towel. "I know it's annoying, but would you rather a bath?" Louis says with a laugh. "I know I would prefer this to a bath any day as a kid!" He says smiling at your son. After finally cleaning your son decently, Louis holds him under his arms and lifts him up above his head so he is looking up at him. He starts making funny faces and sticks out his tongue until your son is laughing. He smiles and brings your son back down saying, "All better!" with a smile. You then enter the kitchen with your groceries and laugh, saying, "Lou, I think you need to change his diaper."
Harry: You are in your living room with your husband and baby daughter. Harry is holding her on his lap feeding her from a bottle while you watch on, feeling sleep coming to your eyes. "Go on, sleep babe." Harry says as you feel your eyelids drooping over your eyes, though you don't completely sleep because your newly in place motherhood instincts keep you alert. You hear Harry continue to feed your daughter, and he is smiling down on her as she sips down the last few drops of her milk, making tiny gulping noises as she does so. Harry gently removes the bottle from her mouth, noticing she's stopped drinking with a resounding pop. He gets up with her and your eyes flick open to see what's going on. Harry starts strolling around the room whispering little nothings too your daughter as he pats her back in an attempt to burp her. Eventually she burps and Harry says, "That's my girl!" He returns to the couch with your daughter who is near sleep and stretches out on the couch with her on his chest. You decide you can resume your nap and close your eyes, sleeping for what feels like days but is only about an hour. You wake up to the sight of Harry and your daughter asleep, Harry protectively cradling her in a gentle way.
