Pregnancy Series

#18 Shopping for baby

LIAM:

"It's so cute and soft," you said, cuddling a polar bear furry blanket. "It's adorable," he said, taking it from you and putting it in the basket with the newborn socks he had picked up earlier. He continued to walk around the store, smiling. "Maybe we should write a list of things-" Liam stopped when he noticed you weren't walking beside him. He spun around and smiled when he saw you sitting in a rocking chair. "There you are sweetheart," he chuckled, walking up to you, "you look very comfy." You blushed, smoothing your top over your rounded belly. "Thank you Li. Sorry, I'm getting tired, just thought I would rest for a minute," you said, going to stand up. "No no, you can stay there," he said, kneeling in front of you, "I like this rocking chair. It would go perfect in the nursery." You ran your hands along the sides of the chair. "Are you sure Li?" you asked unsure. He nodded and kissed your forehead, "Plus I can see you rocking our little one to sleep on it."

LOUIS:

"I can see you like it, but is it more for you than him?" you asked rubbing your five month baby bump. You smiled as you watched Louis kneeling on the rug with roads and buildings printed on it. "Little Tommo of course," he chuckled, standing up, "instead of using plastic car tracks or him using the floor at home, the rug would be perfect." You nodded and looked around the store. You eyes stopping when you saw it hanging on the rack. You slowly walked towards and picked it up. "Hey Lou," you yelled out, making him run over. "A baby denim jacket," you whispered, showing him. He smiled and took it from you. "I love it, it's so small. I can't believe he is going to be that small," Louis said. You nodded, "it's incredible isn't and he's going to be here soon," you said, thinking about holding your little boy. Louis put his hand on the small of your back and kissed your temple, "And he is already so spoilt, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

NIALL:

"There are so many to chose from," you whispered looking at strollers lined up on display. "I like the orange one," Niall said, spinning the wheel with his finger. You giggled and shook your head, "No orange. I don't want my children in an orange stroller, what about the navy?" Niall was silent and just looked at the display. "The black one?" you and Niall said at the same time, making each other laugh. "Black it is then," you smiled. "I can't believe they are going to be that small. I mean two of them are going to fit in there," he chuckled. "What about some blankets for the twins? I know we have some from your mum, but we could get two for the stroller," you suggested. He quickly walked away, making you giggled and walked, well waddled after him. "How about these?" he asked, showing you two blankets. You smiled as you felt how soft they were, "they will go perfectly in the stroller. I'm sure the twins will love them too."

HARRY:

"Can I show you something baby?" Harry asked, taking your hand. He smiled and walked through the store towards the toys section. "For our baby girl?" he stopped in front of pretty wooden dollhouse. You returned his smile, opening the door and looking inside. Harry watched you closely, hoping you liked it as much as he did. "Haz," you whispered, looking at him, "I love it, but she won't be able to play with it for months, at least until she is sitting or moving around a little on her." He put his hand around your waist. "I guess. I just want her to have everything she wants," he whispered. You rested your hand on his, making him look at you. "There will be plenty of time to buy her toys, but if you really like it, we can get it now," you said, making him smile again. "It will go perfect in her pink nursery," he said picking up the dollhouse. "Who said we were making the nursery pink?" you giggled, knowing that it would be pink, cause Harry would get his way.

ZAYN:

"No way," Zayn stopped at the baby shoes. "We came for a crib remember, Z?" you said, smiling that he was excited but getting annoyed that he wasn't listening. "I know, babygirl. But look at these," he said, holding up a pair of mini Doc Martins. You giggled and stepped closer. "They're cute, but-" he cut you off, "I know, the baby won't be able to wear them for awhile, but I have never seen them before," he explained. You nodded, "alright. Just like daddy's." He chuckled and picked up a box containing a black pair, "Now for the crib." He took your hand as you both walked through the baby store. "I would like a dark brown one, since we don't know the gender, it can be for both a girl or boy," you said quietly. "I love the sound of dark brown. What about this one?" he asked, stopping in front of a crib. "It's beautiful," you whispered, running your fingers along the wood panels. Zayn wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, "It's perfect for our little one."