Harry ~The oven beeped, signaling that your food was done. Harry stood in the kitchen, washing dishes from his baking experiment he did earlier that day. While he made a new flavour of cupcakes, you made dinner. The two of you moved around each other with ease. You could cook simultaneously without getting annoyed with one another, and you loved it.
"Harry, could you take the trays out of the oven?" You asked sweetly, looking up from your book. He nodded, and took some oven mitts from the drawer. You couldn't help but smile from where you sat at the counter as he leaned over and opened the oven. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. Harry took out the pan of shepherd's pie and was about to close the oven when he saw something else in it. He took the second tray out and looked at you, confused.
"Harry, there's a bun in the oven," you said, a smirk toying on your lips, though you tried to hide it.
He shook his head, saying "I know, but why only one bun? I might want one too." You giggled, and placed your hands over your stomach.
"No, there's a bun in the oven. This oven." He stared at you with wide eyes, a smile slowly growing on his lips.
"You're pregnant?" he asked, and you slowly nodded. "You're pregnant!"
He laughed, pressing his hand to his mouth in disbelief. He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms tightly around you waist and resting his head on your stomach. "There's a baby in there?" You nodded, and pulled him to his feet. He swiftly wrapped his arms around you in a proper hug. "Ha! I'm going to be a dad!" He spun you around, the both of you laughing.
"We're going to be parents, Harry," you said, smiling.
"This is unbelievable. I love you so fûcking much, Y/N. I can't believe this. How'd I get so damn lucky?" He kissed you, pulling you as close to his body as he could. You hid your fingers in his long curls, pulling his lips closer. He then pulled away and peppered your face with small, quick kisses.
He bent down and lifted up your shirt. He placed his hand just above your belly button, rubbing is thumb back and forth over your skin, "I'm your daddy, little bun."
Niall ~ Then Niall called. You winced at how loud your phone was, your head still affected by loud noises. You quickly answered after turning the volume down.
"Why the fûck were you buying pregnancy tests?" was the first thing you heard when you put your phone to your ear. Your heart stopped at the anger in his voice. You quickly became scared that he would no longer want to be with you since you were pregnant.
"Niall, I can explain-"
"You better." He scoffed. You had no idea how he knew though. You thought that you'd been so careful at the store. Before you opened your mouth again and made things worse, you opened your laptop and looked at twitter. Your feed was full of pictures of you in the store's parking lot with the pregnancy tests showing through the plastic shopping bag. You had been so worried about being seen wearing the stupid headphones that you forgot about the pregnancy tests. You took the phone away from your ear, but you could still hear Niall's voice screaming at you.
People were saying all kinds of horrible things about you on twitter. That the baby wasn't Niall's and that you were cheating on him. That you weren't actually his girlfriend and that you were a beard. That you were a slut. That you would be an awful mother. Somehow the situation kept getting worse and worse. You picked the phone back up to hear Niall yelling your name.
"I'm sorry," was all you said. You didn't know what else to say. You were so upset that he was so angry. He went silent at your words. "I didn't mean to make you mad."
"I'm not- well... I shouldn't have yelled. I don't know why I yelled. I'm not mad. But I'm upset that you didn't tell me. I could've been there with you. I wish you had told me. When did you start to think...to think that you are pregnant?"
"When I was at the store," you told him.
"Oh. I thought maybe you were keeping things from me. I shouldn't have gotten angry. Shït, I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry for yelling at you, babe. I really am. I'm so, so stupid. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I don't-" he rambled on and on.
"Niall, stop," you interrupted. He quickly shut his mouth, but you could still hear his muffled breathing through the phone. Both of you were silent for a good two minutes.
"So, are you...?" Niall asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, yes. Niall, I'm sorry. I'm pregnant. I know we didn't want this right now. We're not even married yet, we don't even live together yet. I wanted to wait until after we were married, or at least until we moved in together...I'm so sorry. I-"
"You wanted to get married some day? And have a family with me?" he asked, almost surprised. He sounded happy, though.
"Of course Niall, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." You told him.
"We are going to do those things, someday. I promise. I want to marry you someday, Y/N. We're just doing thing backwards, I guess. Anyways..."
"We're going to be parents."
"Oh my god, I almost forgot. I'm going to be a dad. We're having a baby! I'm going to be a dad! We're having a baby. There's so much we need to do. We don't even live together yet. Oh god. How are we supposed to do everything in less than 9 months? We have so much to do. Oh god..."
"Calm down, Niall," you laughed. He continued to ramble about anything and everything while you just listened. Everything had worked out, and you were so glad. Niall wasn't angry at you anymore. He was excited about being a dad. You were going to have a future together. You were going to be parents.
Liam ~ Two weeks after Liam asked you if you wanted to adopt you decided that you did. It took days of research and reading stories written by people who adopted. You even had lunch with a woman that had adopted a baby girl from China three years before. She told you it was the best thing that she had ever done.
You still hadn't told Liam about your decision yet, mostly because you wanted to tell him in person. He had flown over seas to New York and L.A. for a week for promotion for his new solo album. He was coming back today, and you couldn't wait to tell him.
You were having a driver bring you to the airport to meet Liam. It was a bit of a long ride, and you were so excited to see your husband. He hasn't been away in a while, since he's been spending most of time writing and recording in your basement. But you knew that now that the album was set to be released that he would be away more. You figured that it wouldn't be that much of a problem since you read online that the adoption process could take well over a year.
When you got to the airport, Liam was waiting with Paddy outside. As soon as the car stopped, the two of them got in, Paddy in the front and Liam in the back with you. You kissed him as soon as he was situated with his bags, closing the divider to the front seat with your free hand.
"I missed you, babe. I wish you'd came with me- I know you love America." He said against your lips.
You pulled away, keeping your hands on his legs, "I know, but there's something I want to tell you." Liam pulled you close to him, and began to place kisses on your neck. He mumbled a simple 'what' against your skin. His hands found their way under your shirt, slowly moving up and down your bare skin. You were having a hard time concentrating with him all over you, but you loved it. "I've decided I want to adopt."
"What! Really?" he asked excitedly, removing his lips from your skin. You nodded with a big smile on your face, watching his eyes light up.
"I've been thinking a lot this week, and I want to. I think it's a really good idea. And it won't interfere with your new album and the tour."
"I don't care about the music. To tell you the truth, all I thought about while I was away was you and the family we could start. I really want this, and now that you do, I'll do anything to make it happen, if you're up for that." You couldn't stop smiling while Liam talked. Everything was going to work out for you and him, you had a feeling.
Louis - "Darling, are you almost ready? We need to get going if we don't want to be late to diner!" You heard Louis yell from downstairs. You continued to stare into your closet at all your beautiful clothes. You didn't feel like wearing any of it. You weren't sure if it was because you didn't like the clothes, or because you didn't want to leave your house.
"Y/N, what's taking so long? Even Freddie's already all set." Louis yelled, bursting into your shared bedroom. You looked to him with a blank face. He noticed that you were still in your pajamas and sighed. "Why aren't you ready?"
You shrugged, and closed the door to your closet.
"Let's go then, chop chop. We don't have all day!" He left, shutting the door behind him. You sat on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands. You were going to need to tell him now, or burst into tears at dinner and have to tell everybody. You were fighting so hard to not cry now, you were in so much pain emotionally. You crawled up to the top of the bed and slid under the covers. As soon as your head hit the pillow, tears came pouring out. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to. The fear of losing another child was so overbearing.
"Y/N, if we don't want to be late we need to leave in...two minutes ago! Are-" He stopped talking when he heard your sobs. "What the hell is wrong? Are you alright?"
He walked around the bed and sat beside you, brushing the hair from your tear stained cheeks. "What's going on inside that pretty little head?"
You sniffled, sitting up to embrace him. "Darling, I hate seeing you cry, you know that."
"Mhm," you whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder. His arms tightened around your body, pulling you onto his lap.
"What's wrong?" He spoke softly as his finger ran up and down your back soothingly. You just cried harder into his shoulder, no doubt leaving tear stains on his shirt. "You need to talk to me so I can help, darling."
"I don't want to go out," you whined, lifting your head up only to put it back down on his other shoulder.
"Why? You must be used to my family by now, darling. It's been years. I know the girl can get annoying and all. And they can be so loud sometimes. Jesus, remember the time Pheobe tried to trip me when we took her out shopping? I almost face planted into a potted plant. The fans would've killed themselves laughing over that." You couldn't help but giggle at the humor in his voice. But you were soon reminded of your original topic by the fear inside you.
"Lou, it's not that," you told him, lifting your head from his shoulder so you were looking him in the eyes. The pads of his thumbs swept over your cheeks, wiping them of tears.
"Then what is it?" His eyebrows furrowed, trying to get something from your facial expressions.
"I- I think I'm pregnant again." His mouth hung open in horror, staring at you blankly.
"No, it can't be. How do you know? You're wrong. It's not happening again." He sprinted to the bathroom and quickly found the tests under the sink. He threw them to the ground when he saw that they were both positive. He spun on his heels and his fist connected with the wall.
"Louis," was all you could squeak out through your tears that had reappeared.
"I don't want you to be pregnant. I don't want our baby to die again. Y/N, what do we do?"
"I don't know," you sobbed. You got off the bed and made your way over to him. You pulled him to the bed and sat him down. He couldn't hold it in anymore. You wrapped your arms around him and just cried together on the bed for nearly twenty minutes, until Louis' phone rang from his pocket. He pulled it out and handed it to you.
"You two are so late! Where are you three?" Lottie said into the phone as soon as you answered.
"Uh, I don't think we can make it, Freddie came down with a pretty bad bug. Sorry I didn't call earlier but I need to go, bye." You hung up, and took Louis' hands to pull him to his feet. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"
He nodded, and you crawled into your bed. Louis left, going to get Freddie, who snuggled between the two of you. "We can get through this, Y/N," he whispered into your ear when the boy had fallen asleep.