Zayn: You were sitting at home, in the flat you shared with your husband, Zayn. You were lying on the couch, with your swollen feet up, while you tried to get some sleep, even with your nine month inflated belly.
"When's Malik Jr. gonna get here?" Zayn whined, leaning over the couch to kiss your face.
"I don't know," you murmured sleepily, "Hopefully soon. I can't take this 'pregnant' thing much longer."
"Do you need anything, love?" Zayn stroked your hair with one hand.
"Yes," you murmured sleepily, "Do we have any of that nighttime tea left?" Zayn bit his lip quizzically.
"No, darling," he pecked your forehead, "You drank the last of it this afternoon. Do you want me to go out and get some?"
You nodded your head eagerly, half asleep already. "Then I'll be right back." Zayn started to head towards the door, but then seemingly changed his mind and came back.
"Love...," Zayn ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know. Are you going to be okay? You're about ready to pop."
"I'll be fine," you encouraged, "Please, can I have that tea? I really just need to sleep." Zayn nodded, eager to keep your aching pregnant body appeased, and then disappeared to the closest drug store.
You dozed off asleep a few moments later, only to be awoken by an intense pain shooting up your back and abdomen. You realized the couch was wet, and your water must have broken. "Zaaayn!" You shrieked out, unable to cope with the heavy and hard contractions, that were coming faster and faster. But he must have still been out getting tea.
"Please, Zayn - AGH!" You clutched your stomach and rolled off the couch onto your knees. As wave of contractions hit you, you felt your sanity chipping away. "No, no, it's not supposed to happen this way..." You let out a scream as another contraction hit you, and you felt your baby kicking around. That's all you remembered as it went black.
Nearly fourteen hours later, you woke up in a hospital bed.
"[Y/N]! [Y/N]?" You heard Zayn's raspy voice coming from somewhere in the room. He got up from a chair in the hospital room and came to you in the bed. He grabbed your hands and kissed you all over, crying.
"Oh, oh thank God you're okay," he murmured into your lips, "Oh thank God. I thought I lost you."
"But the baby...," you trailed off, eyes wide.
Zayn beamed, "Is perfectly happy and healthy, and is getting bathed by the nurses right now." Zayn gently climbed into the hospital bed with you, making for a really tight fit, but you snuggled up to him regardless.
"You're not allowed to scare me like that again, okay?" Zayn kissed your head, "I'd be a wreck if I lost you."
"I love you, Zayn," you smiled, before falling back asleep.
"I love you, too, [Y/N]. Thanks for giving me our baby."
Louis:
You were headed to see your husband, Louis Tomlinson, perform... at nine months pregnant. As much as he had tried to persuade you to stay home, the boys were performing at the O2, and you didn't want to miss it for anything. Backstage, Louis tried one more time to get you to go home and rest, and you weren't having it.
"Well...," Louis bit his lip, "Please. Just sit on a couch backstage. Low key. Just, please." Louis was running his hands through his hair and pacing almost manically. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him as close to you as you could, your bump in the way, and you kissed him.
