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Louis shrugged. "Eh..tired. But better than yesterday!" Louis said happily and took a drink of his water.

Harry smiled and reach over and grabbed Louis' hand. "That's good. Anything yet?" He asked.

Louis shook his head sadly. "Nope. Nothing," he sighed and rubbed his hand over his belly. "It's starting to worry me.." He said softly.

Harry frowned. "I'm sure it's ok, Lou. We have our appointment in a few days to get everything checked," Harry reminded and squeezed Louis' hand then went back to eating.

When they were done, Louis was starting to wash dishes while Harry cleaned the table. Louis finished off a plate and froze when he felt something different.

Harry noticed his husband tense and frowned. He went up behind him and put his hands on his hips. "Everything okay?" He whispered.

Louis shivered slightly and nodded. "I..I think I just felt a kick," he whispered.

Harry's eyes widened and he spun Louis around. "Really?!" He gasped.

Louis smiled and nodded. "Oh! Another!" He gasped.

Harry grinned and dropped to his knees in front of Louis and lifted his shirt. "Hi, baby girl. Wanna kick for daddy?" He asked and placed his large hands over Louis' tummy and waited. He frowned and looked down when he felt nothing. "Ok baby. Sleep," he whispered and kissed Louis' tummy lightly then stood back up.

"Maybe she just doesn't like me," Harry whispered.

Louis frowned. "No. No, baby, no. She loves you! Those are the first kicks as she is probably exhausted..." Louis said softly and caressed Harry's cheeks.

Harry sighed and nodded. "Maybe," he said and pecked Louis' lips.

They went back to cleaning the kitchen then when they were done, went upstairs for a shower. Harry insisted they shower together in case the baby decided to kick again, which she didn’t.

Louis could tell Harry was starting to get upset that their daughter wouldn't kick for him but their was nothing he could do. Except...distract him.

Louis dried himself off after their shower and went and got dressed, staying close to Harry in case she started to kick again.

When they laid down to go to bed, she still hadn't kicked for Harry. Louis could see the disappointment in Harry's eyes. He crawled over and onto Harry. "Hey," he whispered and bit his lip seductively.

Harry smiled softly and stroked Louis' sides. "Hi," he whispered.

Louis moved his hand to start playing with one of Harry's curls and smiled softly.

"I have a problem," Louis whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" Harry asked.

The pregnant lad took Harry's hand and rubbed it down his stomach and down to between his legs where he was hard.

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh, you do have a problem," he confirmed.

Louis nodded and made puppy dog eyes. "Think you can help me?" He asked.

"Most certainly," Harry's assured and squeezed Louis, eliciting a moan from his thin lips. Harry smirked and moved his hand back up and pulled Louis down to kiss him deeply.

Louis moaned against his lips and rolled them over so Harry was on top, holding himself above Louis' belly.

Louis whimpered and tugged at Harry's curls.

Harry groaned and kissed down Louis' neck and sucked a mark into it.

Louis whimpered. "Haz..I need you," he breathed.

Harry nodded and shimmied down Louis’ body, kissing his belly on the way down. The younger lad pulled down his husbands sweatpants and boxers and took him into his mouth.

Louis moaned softly and his eyes shot open. "Stop!" He yelped.

Harry pulled off immediately and frowned. "What's wrong?" He asked worriedly and crawled back up Louis' body.

Louis took Harry's hand and put it on his belly. They waited a few seconds of heavy breathing until Harry felt like his hand was poked.

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh, my God, Lou!" He exclaimed and kissed him deeply then kissed his belly. "Hi, baby girl," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "Oh, my God. I'm your daddy," he whispered.

Louis smiled softly and watched Harry interact with the baby still in him.

Harry pulled Louis' sweats back up and continued talking to their baby and kissing Louis' belly.

Harry sighed and went to the outlet and pulled the cord from it.

Louis frowned and turned around, jumping when he saw Harry. "Oh, hi. Did you unplug that?" Louis asked.

"Yeah..I..I um. I don't want you cleaning anymore, Lou," Harry said softly.

Louis frowned. "But, why?" He asked.

Harry sighed and walked over to the shorter lad. He put his large hands on Louis' hips and pulled him closer until Louis' belly was pushing on Harry's. "Because I don't want you or the baby getting hurt," he said slowly.

Louis rolled his eyes playfully. "Harry, I'm cleaning. I'm not going to get hurt. And if the house isn't clean when the baby comes then I won't bring him home," Louis stated.

Harry looked at Louis with raised eyebrows. "You've been cleaning for I don't know how many days, Lou. The house is going to be clean when he's home." Harry assured.

"Just...let me finish," Louis said and pecked Harry's lips. "How about, I'll stop for a while to eat. If you make me breakfast," he smirked.

Harry chuckled and pecked Louis' lips again. "Ok, Lou," he agreed then turned and went downstairs and started to cook Louis a breakfast.

Louis plugged the vacuum back in and proceeded to vacuum the baby's room along with the entire upstairs.

Harry sat Louis' plate of pancakes on the counter and jogged upstairs. He snuck up behind Louis and wrapped his arms around his waist, below his belly and kissed behind his ear.

Louis shivered and giggled. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," Harry whispered and kissed his cheek then rested his chin on Louis' shoulder. "Breakfast is ready," he announced.

"Pancakes?" Louis asked hopefully.

"Pancakes," Harry confirmed. "Now, c'mon," he demanded and turned off the vacuum and took Louis' hand.

Harry very carefully walked down the stairs, holding both of Louis' hands to make sure he didn't fall. Harry grinned proudly when they reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Harry, baby, I love you, but I am more than capable of walking down the stairs," Louis said and patted Harry's cheek then went into the kitchen. The short, pregnant boy struggled to get up on the stool and when Harry noticed, went over and helped him up with a smirk.  

He went to the other side of the island and said nothing but just smirked.

Louis glanced up and sighed. "Hey! This stool is high and I'm short and fat!" He defended.

Harry chuckled lightly. "I didn't say anything. And for the record," Harry went over to Louis and put a piece of pancake on Louis' fork and put it in Louis’ mouth. "You aren't fat," Harry finished and kissed Louis' cheek then handed him his fork back.

"What strange drink sounds good this morning?" Harry asked, opening the fridge.

"Just orange juice," Louis said and took another bite.

Harry furrowed his brows. "Are you feeling ok? You never just want orange juice," he pointed out.

Louis shrugged. "I feel fine. I just want orange juice," he said.

Harry said nothing as he poured Louis a glass of orange juice then sat it next to his plate and kissed his forehead.

After Louis had ate, Harry quickly took his dishes and cleaned them up before Louis had the chance.

Harry went up behind Louis again and whispered in his ear. "Now, why don't you come take a shower with me?" Harry whispered huskily, hoping it would be enough for Louis to give up the cleaning.

Louis shuddered at Harry's voice and shook his head. "Nice try, Styles. But I've got to clean," he said and turned to peck Harry's cheek.

Harry sighed in defeat. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. Will you please sit on the couch and watch tv for ten minutes? Please?" Harry begged, making his eyes big.

Louis sighed. "Fine," he huffed and tried to storm to the living room which only added to his waddle.

Harry giggled softly at his boyfriend and followed him. "Thank you," he whispered and kissed him deeply then went to take his shower.

As Louis was watching tv, he noticed the screen was dusty. He got up from the couch with a little struggle and waddled to the kitchen.

Louis got a wet cloth and went back to the living room and proceeded to wipe off the tv.

When the tv was dust-free, Louis saw the wooden coffee table was dust so he wiped that off too, along with the end tables.

When he went into the kitchen, he could help but see every little spot on the kitchen floor.

Louis chewed his lip in thought. 'Do I wait for Harry, like he asked? Or start now so I can get it done faster?' He thought to himself and decided to go with the latter.

Louis got out the mop and bucket and filled it with as much water as he could carry and then started mopping the floor.

Halfway through, Harry went downstairs and frowned when he saw Louis. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

Louis froze and turned slowly. "Harry, the kitchen floor was a mess. I had to do something about it!" He exclaimed.

Harry sighed. "Just please, please, be careful," he begged.

Louis smiled. "Always am. Love you," he said and went back to mopping.

Harry groaned at his stubborn lover and went back upstairs and got the vacuum and brought it down and started vacuuming the living room. "Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Harry muttered to himself.

Louis finished mopping and put his stuff away. He went into the living room where Harry was vacuuming and smiled. "Turning into Mr. Mum," he teased.

Harry turned and smiled. "Just thought I'd help you out," he said and turned off the vacuum.

Harry walked over to Louis with a seductive look on his face and pulled him against his body. "Lets go up to bed," he whispered, his face inches from Louis'.

"Why?" Louis shot back.

Harry smirked. "You know why," he whispered and pressed his lips to Louis'. As they kissed, Harry gently walked Louis back until his back was against the wall.

When Harry started to undress him, Louis realized what Harry was doing and pulled away and pushed Harry back. "You're just doing this to distract me so I don't clean!" He exclaimed in realization.

Harry sighed, realizing he had been caught. "Lou, I just don't want you hurt," he said softly.

"Have some trust in me, Harry! I'm not going to get hurt!" Louis exclaimed and walked toward the vacuum. From where Harry vacuumed just a moment ago, the corner of the rug had folded up.

The pregnant lad unfortunately didn't notice and his foot got caught and he stumbled forward.

Harry gasped and rushed to Louis' side. "What did I tell you!?" He exclaimed. "What if you hadn't caught yourself?! Huh? Then what!? You would have fallen and probably hurt the baby or yourself! You're lucky, Louis!" Harry said angrily and turned around to continue to his rant, to scared by Louis' almost fall to even want to look at him.

"Harry," Louis said softly, his face contorted in pain.

"That's not even the worst of it!" Harry continued. "You didn't listen to me either and look what happened! Do you realize how bad this could have turned out!?" Harry yelled.

"Harry," Louis whimpered a little louder.

"I mean, I get it! I get it, Lou. I really, really, do, but t when you're putting our baby's life on the line,"

"HARRY!" Louis screeched.

Harry stopped his rant immediately and turned to look at Louis who had a wet spot between his legs and a puddle around his feet. Louis' face looked panicky and his hands were on either side of his belly.

Harry's eyes widened in realization and he rushed to Louis' side. "Ok. Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm really, really, re-"

"Get me to the hospital!" Louis yelled.

"Right," Harry said and put one hand on Louis' lower back and helped him out to the car. "I'm gonna grab your bag. I'll be right back. Ok?"

Louis let out a slow breath and nodded. "Ok. Hurry," he whispered.

Harry nodded and rushed upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed Louis' overnight bag for the hospital then raced downstairs.

The younger lad tossed the bag in the back then climbed in the drivers seat and started driving toward the hospital.

Harry reach over and grabbed Louis' hand and stroked his knuckles. "Deep breaths, baby," he said soothingly and kept repeating that until they were in the hospital and Louis was in a wheelchair

Harry helped Louis change and lay on the bed where he was immediately checked for dilation.

"You are five centimeters dilated," the nurse informed. "Would you like the epidural?" She asked.

Louis bit his lip and looked at Harry.

"Don't ask me baby. I don't know how you're feeling. If you don't want to deal with the pain, then get the epidural. You don't have to suffer if you don't want," Harry said softly and brushed back Louis' hair and kissed his forehead.

Louis smiled softly. "Yes, I want the epidural," he said.

"Alright. I'll get a few nurses in here to give you your epidural. Sound good?" The nurse asked and Louis nodded. She smiled and went out of the room.

Harry reached down and rubbed  Louis' belly softly. "Not much longer Lou! Then we have our little boy!" Harry said happily.

Louis smiled at his boyfriend giddiness and nodded. "I know. Hopefully it's not long," he said softly and leaned back and closed his eyes

*

Louis gasped as he felt the needle go in his back and gripped Harry's shirt.

"Shhh. It's okay," Harry whispered and rubbed Louis' neck softly. "It will be over soon," he promised and kissed his forehead.

The nurse taped the tube feeding the medicine into Louis' back to his back and Harry helped Louis lay down.  

"There.  You should started feeling relief soon," she assured then left the room.

Louis sighed in content and scooted over and pulled Harry into the bed next to him.

Harry smiled softly and put his arm around Louis' shoulders and kissed his temple. "Lou, we're having our baby!" He said excitedly.

Louis smiled and nodded. "We are. Not long now," he whispered and put his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry rubbed Louis' belly over and over. "Hi baby boy," he whispered. "You're gonna be here to meet us soon. I can't wait! I've waited so long," he whispered to Louis' belly and kissed it softly.

Louis smiled warmly. "Have you thought of his middle name?" Louis asked.

"I have, actually," Harry said happily. "Aiden. Derek Aiden," he said.

"Mmm..I love it," he whispered.

"Good," Harry said softly and kissed Louis' cheek.

*five hours later*

"Alright, Mr. Tomlinson, nice big push for me!" Dr. Hale instructed.

Louis took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand.

"You can do it baby. I know you can. C'mon, Derek is waiting to meet us," Harry encouraged and kissed Louis softly.

Louis nodded and hunched forward and pushed hard. After ten seconds, Dr. Hale had him take a break.

Louis collapsed back against the pillows and Harry brushed his hair back. "C'mon baby. Another push," he whispered.

Louis took another deep breath and pushed again.

Harry watched and waited for the baby's head, sighing when nothing happened. "It's ok Lou. It's ok. Just another push. C'mon, baby. You can do it," Harry whispered.

Louis nodded and grabbed Harry's hand. He hunched forward and pushed with all he could.

"There you go Lou! The baby's head is starting to crown. I can see the baby's head!" Dr. Hale announced.

"Really?! I wanna see!" Louis exclaimed.

A nurse bright over a big mirror and positioned it so Louis could see.

Louis gasped and smiled tiredly. "Derek," he whispered.

"Ok, Louis. Lets have another big push!" Dr. Hale instructed and Louis nodded and pushed again, watching the mirror as his son's head pushed out of him. Dr. Hale quickly cleared the baby’s airways.

"Oh my God!" He gasped and tears sprung to his eyes. "Derek!" He whispered and grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed softly. "Look!" He exclaimed and Harry smiled and nodded.

"I know, baby! I know! Another push!" Harry encouraged and rubbed Louis' back and kissed his temple.

Louis hunched forward and pushed. He watched the mirror as his son slipped out of him and into the doctors arms.

Harry grinned as did Louis as Dr. Hale put the baby on Louis' chest and let Louis and Harry cut the cord together.

Tears streamed down both daddy's faces as they started down at their new son. "Hi, Derek! I'm your daddy," Harry whispered and wiped off his own face. "Baby, you're beautiful," Harry whispered.

Louis sniffled and bounced the wailing baby. "Hello, my precious baby," he whispered. "Oh, Hazza, he's here!" Louis said excitedly.

Harry nodded. "I know, Lou. I know," he whispered and kissed Louis' temple.

*two days later*

Harry had been at their house almost more than he had been at the hospital but Louis couldn't figure out why.

Harry pulled into the driveway and helped Louis carried Derek's carrier into the house.

The second Louis stepped in, he gasped. The entire house was spotless and everything was baby proofed although it may not have to be for a while.

Harry relaxed visibly and smiled softly. "Of course, love. What kind would you like?" He asked and got out of bed.

Louis smiled. "Strawberry, please," he said softly.

Harry nodded again. "Alright. I'll be back soon," he promised. He slipped on a bro tank, basketball shorts and a beanie. Harry went over and pecked Louis lips then his belly. "See you soon, love," he whispered.

Louis smiled. "See you soon. Love you," he said and squeezed Harry's hand.

Harry smiled and squeezed it back. "Love you too," he said.  He turned and slid on his trainers then went out and to his car.

Harry had been gone almost two hours and Louis was starting to panic. He had called and texted Harry countless times and he was on the verge of crying when his phone lit up and Harry's picture appeared.

"Haz!" Louis cried in relief and snatched his phone and clicked accept. "Harry!" He whimpered.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson?" A polite voice asked.

Louis' blood went cold and his face paled. "Y-yes," he whispered.

"This is Queen Elizabeth Memorial Hospital, your fiancé was brought in for a car accident just a few moments ago. He is currently in surgery and we thought you would need to know his condition." The voice said.

Louis felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. "H-Harry was in an accident?" He whispered.

"Yes, sir. I'm very sorry. We thought you would like to know his condition," the voice said.

"I- yes. Thank you. I'll be there shortly," he promised.

"Alright, Mr. Tomlinson, see you soon and drive safe," it said.

Louis didn't even respond to the voice. He turned his phone off and got out of bed. He quickly slipped on sweatpants and a jumper along with his Toms then waddled downstairs. The pregnant boy grabbed his keys then went out of the house, locking the door behind him.

At the hospital, Louis sat in the waiting room nervously waiting for more information other than there had been a crash and a need for immediate surgery. ‘A location of the surgery would be nice,’ Louis thought.

Five hours later, Louis still hadn't been asleep and the sun was shining through the hospital waiting room.

A doctor finally came out, looking exhausted. "Louis Tomlinson?" He called. Louis' red rimmed eyes snapped to the doctor and he struggled to stand up.

The doctor walked over and shook Louis' hand. "I'm Dr. Nash. I operated on your fiancé today," he said.

The nervous lad nodded, pressing for more information.

"I had to perform surgery on your fiancé's brain. He had internal bleeding and slight damage to his frontal lobe. There are many possible effects of the frontal lobe being damaged. His behavior could be altered, he could forget who he is and his personality could be different, he could have trouble learning or, his voluntary movements could be affected. Then again, he could be totally unaffected," Dr. Nash told Louis.

The pregnant boy nearly broke down in tears at all the possibilities that could change his fiancé. And right before their baby was born!

"While in surgery, Harry slipped into a coma. When he wakes, we will check for damage to any of the things I just listed. Would you like to see him?" Dr. Nash asked.

By now, Louis had tears rolling down his cheeks and he nodded silently.

Dr. Nash led Louis to Harry's room where he was hooked up to all kinds of tubes and wires and then Louis broke down.

Louis sat on the chair by his lover’s bed and grabbed his hand as he sobbed. He bowed his head and put his forehead on the edge of his bed.

Everyday for three weeks, Louis went to the hospital and sat in Harry's room, praying he would wake up. As Louis got closer and closer to his due date, he started to panic. Three days before his due date, he was in Harry's room and was holding his hand and praying for the twelfth time that day that he would wake up when his water broke and puddled around his feet.

The pregnant boy gasped and kissed Harry's forehead. "Baby... Please wake up so you can see your baby girl," he whispered then waddled out to find a nurse.

Louis was laying in the hospital bed all hooked up to wires and his contractions being monitored. He tried not to cry as he realized Harry was probably going to be in the coma while he had their daughter.

A doctor rushed into Harry's room as his monitors went wild as he woke up. The tube was removed from his throat and he looked around frantically. "Where's Louis?!" He rasped

"Sir, we are going to need you to calm down, your fiancé is in labor right now," a nurse explained.

"What?! No! I need to get up there!" Harry exclaimed and sat up and started to pull the wires from him.

A few nurses grabbed his hands and held them back so he didn't hurt himself.

"Well, I'd say the damage did nothing to his frontal lobe as of now. We will run more tests soon," Dr. Nash told his nurses and they nodded. "Ok, Harry, we are going to run a few tests then we will take you to see Louis, okay?" Dr. Nash asked.

"Just hurry," Harry whispered.

Two hours later, Harry was dressed in the clothes Louis had left for him when he woke, and was on his way to the labor and delivery floor.

Louis was 8.5 centimeters dilated and was feeling every contraction, having denied the epidural. He was on the verge of tears not only because of the pain but because he was fast approaching ten centimeters.

Harry was wheeled into Louis' room right as another contraction ripped through Louis’ body. "Agh!" Louis yelled.

Harry's eyes widened and he got up from the wheelchair and rushed to Louis' side and grabbed his hand. "Breathe, baby," he whispered.

Louis gasped. "Harry!" He yelped and pulled him into a hug.

Harry smiled and kissed Louis deeply. "Hi," he whispered when they broke.

"Hi," Louis giggled and gasped as he felt his hole stretch. "Agh!" He screamed and his doctor rushed over.

"Oh, you're crowning. Time to push," she smiled and pulled gloves in. She put Louis' legs in the stirrups and sat between his legs on a stool.

"Made it just in time," Harry smiled proudly.

Louis nodded and grabbed Harry's hand. "Yeah, time to push," he whispered.

Harry squeezed Louis' hand softly and Louis squeezed it back.

"Ok, Louis, on your next contraction, give me a big push," Louis' doctor instructed and Louis nodded.

With his next contraction, Louis squeezed Harry's hand and pushed, groaning as he felt the baby move down in the birth canal and yelped when her head popped out.

The doctor quickly cleared the baby's airways.

"Oh, Lou, baby, she's beautiful!" Harry gasped.

Louis didn't answer, in too much pain to form a sentence. With another contraction, Louis pushed and tears rolled down his cheeks when the shoulders pushed against him. "Ow! Something's wrong!" He screamed and collapsed back against the pillows.

Louis' doctor frowned. "Her shoulders are too big. Louis, I'm gonna make a small incision so she can fit," the doctor announced and made a small cut.

Louis cried harder as he felt it then his body pushed without his consent with another contraction and the baby slipped out.

The doctor lifted the baby and laid her on Louis' chest. A nurse clamped the cord and let Harry snip it.  

Louis' doctor quickly stitched him back up.

Louis hugged his daughter to his chest and kissed her gooey cheek.

"Oh Lou, Alicia's here," Harry whispered with happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

"And you’re here," the new daddy whispered tiredly.

The pregnant boy smiled tiredly, the epidural giving him some relief from the pain. "I'm good. Tired, but good," he laughed.

Louis smiled. "Well, that's a good thing. Lets see how far along you are, yeah?" He asked.

Harry nodded and lifted his legs into the stirrups, having been used to this procedure. He closed his eyes and sighed. Louis checked how far Harry was dilated then helped his legs out of the stirrups and put the sheet over his legs.

"Well, Mr. Styles, you are nine centimeters dilated. One more centimeter and you can push," he smiled.

Harry nodded and sighed. He rubbed his hand over his belly and closed his eyes. "One more centimeter, Jenna dear.." He whispered.

Louis smiled. "I'll be back in twenty minutes to check," he promised and pulled his gloves off.

Harry smiled and nodded. "Ok. See you then," he said and leaned back against the pillows and relaxed.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry was feel awfully uncomfortable. He complained to his nurse who checked him for dilation. "Oh! You're ten centimeters! You can push here soon. Let me get Dr. Tomlinson," she grinned and paged Louis.

As Harry waited for Louis, he realized what this meant. He was about to have his baby. His little girl. And he was alone. All alone to raise a baby. "I can't do this..I can't do this!" He exclaimed and started breathing heavily.

Louis rushed in and grinned. "Hello Harry! Lets have a baby!" He cheered and sat down on the stool as he pulled on gloves.

Harry had calmed down some in the time it took for Louis to get in there. He nodded and took a big breath as Louis put his legs in the stirrups.  "Ok Harry, give me a nice big push," Louis said.

"N-no. I can't. I can't do it! I'm alone! I- Jenna's daddy is gone! I can't raise a baby alone!" The curly headed boy explained and felt like he could cry.

Louis frowned and pulled off his gloves. "Oh, Harry.." He said softly and rubbed his arm. "Listen, I know I don't know you as well as some if your friends, but at every appointment, I noticed how strong you are. You are so strong and so brave. Who cares if Jenna's daddy isn't around? You are here and I know you can raise her to be a wonderful woman. You will find a man someday who loves you and your baby girl and you'll get married and maybe have more. Bottom line, you can do this. You may need some help along the way. But I know you can do this. So lets meet little Jenna, okay?" Louis asked softly.

Harry sniffled and nodded. "O-okay.." He whispered.

Louis smiled and pulled gloves back on and re-positioned himself between Harry's legs. "Ok Harry, nice big push for me," Louis instructed.

Harry grabbed the underside of his knees and hunched forward, groaning as he pushed.

"Good job Harry! You're crowning! A few more pushes and she will be here," Louis promised.

Harry nodded and took a deep breath. A nurse rubbed a damp flannel over his forehead to cool him down right before he hunched forward again and pushed, his face going red.

"Alright, Harry! The head is out! One more push!" Louis announced and quickly cleared her airways.

Harry took another deep breath and almost freaked out again but remembered what Louis said and calmed himself.

The pregnant boy clenched his eyes shut tightly and leaned forward and grabbed his knees as he pushed again.

The baby's shoulders started to show and after that, she slipped out and into Louis' arms. Louis lifted the tiny, squirming little baby up to Harry's chest and he gasped. One of the nurses clamped the tiny girls chord and have Harry the scissors to snip, which he happily did.

The curly headed boy pulled his daughter up more on his chest and tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh, Jenna.." He whispered and rubbed her tiny, goopy cheek. "Oh, sweetheart, you're beautiful," he whispered and despite the goop on his daughter from being inside him, bent down and kissed her forehead gently. "Oh, baby..." He whispered.

A nurse came up a few moments later and took Jenna from Harry to get her weighed and cleaned up while Louis tended to Harry's lower half.

Harry sighed happily and laid back against the pillows.

Dr. Tomlinson let Harry's legs out of the stirrups and tossed his gloves in the trash. He smiled down at Harry proudly. "See! I told you you could do it. You did wonderful and your little girl is beautiful."

Harry smiled tiredly and nodded. "You're right. Thank you," he said softly.

"It's my job," he said and brushed Harry's curls back without thinking.

Harry froze but then relaxed at the touch.

"Alright, Harry. Get some rest and I'll be in tomorrow to check on you," he promised.

"Ok, see you tomorrow," Harry said and closed his eyes.

Louis' patted Harry's shoulder then went out of his room.

Ten minutes later, Harry was laying in bed with his tiny baby girl and awing over her beauty.

"Oh, Jenna...I know I'm all alone sweetheart but I promise I'm going to be the best daddy I possibly can," Harry whispered and kissed her forehead. "We may need a little help along the way but I promise we will make it," Harry whispered. And considering it was almost midnight, he put his daughter in the little box beside his bed and went to sleep.

The new daddy woke up the next morning and looked around for Jenna. "Where-" he was cut off by Dr. Tomlinson walking in with a little pink bundle on his arms.

Harry grinned and held his arms out. "Jenna!" He said happily.

Louis placed the little girl in her daddy's arms and sat on the edge of the bed. "Ok, Harry, would you like to learn to breastfeed?"

Harry's cheeks flushed but he nodded. "Yes, please," he said quietly.

"Hey...not knowing how is normal. All new mums or dads need a little help," Louis said softly with a warm smile.

Louis' words comforted Harry and he nodded. He scooted over in bed so Louis could sit down, which he did.

Louis took Jenna from Harry and helped him unsnap his gown and pulled it down a little. Dr. Tomlinson put Jenna in Harry's arms near his nipple and watched as she latched on immediately.

Harry's eyes lit up. "Oh!" He gasped and giggled. "It's kinda hurts.." He said.

Louis nodded. "That's normal. They are just sensitive. It will get better," Louis promised.

Harry averted his eyes from his daughter and up to Louis' face just inches from his. Harry's breath hitched as his green eyes met the shiny blue ones of his doctor.

Through all his appointments, he noticed his doctor had never had a wedding band on.

Since the first time Louis met this patient, he had wanted to kiss his full pink lips. He had never felt like this for a patient before and before either of the boys stopped themselves, their lips were touching with such thirst for each other, Harry had almost forgot he was holding Jenna.

After a few passionate moments of their lips pressing together, Louis broke the kiss due to his pager beeping.

Harry blushed and looked back down at his daughter.

Louis smiled softly and put his finger on Harry's chin to make him look at him. "I'll be back soon. And we can discuss our first date," he whispered and pecked his lips before he got up and went to tend to his next patient.

Those few dates turned into them finally just moving in together so Niall could help him with the baby.

The night Niall showed Zayn the nursery he had finished was the first night they had had sex and it was the best Zayn had ever had. He had been four months at that time and they had been together ever since. That was also the night Zayn had asked Niall to be the babies other daddy and he had happily agreed.  And now it was almost time for the baby and Niall couldn't be happier.

Zayn shivered and giggled. "I know. I'm nervous. And excited. But mostly nervous," he said.

"Understood," Niall laughed.

Zayn smiled. "I have a load of laundry to fold. I'll be in the laundry room," he said and turned to kiss his blonde boyfriends lips.

Niall smiled and nodded. "Alright, be careful," he said and kissed his cheek.

Zayn smiled and nodded. "Course," he said and waddled to the laundry room. He unloaded the dryer and was using his big belly as a sort of shelf to fold one of Niall's polos when a sharp pain shot through his stomach and downward. "Agh!" He yelped and dropped the shirt to clutch at his belly.

Niall's eyes widened and he rushed to the laundry room. "Zayn, baby are you okay?" Niall asked.

Zayn shook his head. "Contraction," he grunted and his water broke and puddled around his feet. "Shit," he grumbled with his eyes clenched shut.

Niall rubbed Zayn's back. "I..I uhh.." He stuttered.

Zayn, having been in on the Nick prank, remembered how Niall had react to the woman in labor. "Call Harry," he panted.

Niall furrowed his brows. "What? Why?" He asked.

"Just call Harry!" Zayn yelped.

Niall nodded and quickly called Harry.

Niall handed the phone to Zayn and he told Zayn he was going to get his overnight bag.

"Harry..I'm in labor," he panted.

"Oi! Yay!" Harry cheered. "Ok. Niall is terrible at this. So breathe. Just breathe. Lou and I will meet you two at the hospital," Harry promised and Niall came back.

"Ok," Zayn breathed. "See you there," he said.  

"See you there!" Harry chirped and hung up.

Niall helped Zayn to the car with few stops for contractions then drove to the hospital.

Niall helped Zayn into his gown and to the bed.

Harry walked in a few minutes later and grinned. "Hello!" He said happily.

"God, Harry shut up!" Zayn groaned with his teeth clenched. Niall was standing beside Zayn rubbing his back. "Contraction," he explained.

Harry nodded. "Just breathe," he coached and went to Zayn's other side and rubbed his back also.

The pregnant boy collapsed back against the pillows when the contraction was over, breathing heavy. "I hate this," he groaned.

The curly headed boy smiled softly. "I know. It's bad but it will be over soon," he promised and pushed back Zayn's dark and sweaty hair.

Niall was sitting on the chair next to Zayn's bed, picking at his fingernails as if his boyfriend wasn't about to have a baby.

Another contraction ripped through Zayn's body and he gasped and gripped Harry's hand.

Harry winced slightly but kept his hand in Zayn's and his hand rubbing through his dark hair.

Louis walked in a moment later and gasped. "Niall! What the hell are you doing on your arse!? Zayn is in labor!" Louis exclaimed.

Niall looked up from his nails. "I'm not good in situations like this!" He exclaimed.

Louis rolled his eyes and grabbed Niall's wrist and pulled him into the hall. "Zayn is in there in labor and pain and you're looking at your nails!" He exclaimed.

"I can't do stuff like this! I'm not good!" Niall defended.

"You've got to be there for him!" Louis said and threw his hands up.

"But I can't!" Niall huffed.

Louis raised his hand and smacked Niall across the cheek. Not hard enough to hurt him badly but to snap some sense into him. "Yes. You. Can. You're going to be a father. If you can't be there for him then you can't be a dad!" Louis said sternly.

Niall put his hand on his cheek but nodded. "You're right. I've gotta be there for him," he said and clapped Louis in the shoulder. "Thank you," he said then went back in the room.

The pregnant lad had his legs in stirrups and a doctor between his legs.

"He's pushing!?" Niall exclaimed.

Harry chuckled. "He's being checked for dilation. He's not pushing," the curly headed boy explained.

Niall let out a sigh of relief and rushed to Zayn's side. He put his hand in the Bradford boys and held it tightly as the doctor checked how dilated he was.

"You are about 7.5 centimeters dilated. I don't think it will be much longer before we have a baby," Dr. Argen said and let his legs out of the stirrups.

Zayn groaned and Niall kissed his forehead. "Not much longer," he repeated.

"If you would like it, you're ready for an epidural. Would you like it?" Dr. Argen asked.

Zayn looked up at Niall then his doctor and nodded. "Yeah. I want the epidural," he said.

Dr. Argen smiled. "Ok. I'll have my nurse come in and give you the epidural," she said then went out of the room.

Harry smiled and walked to Louis and grabbed his hand. "Well, Ni, I think you've got it. We will be in the waiting room," he smiled. Niall nodded in agreement and Harry and Louis went to the waiting room.

A few nurses came in with the epidural equipment. Niall helped Zayn to sit up and on the edge of the bed. A nurse popped open the gown's buttons, exposing his tanned back. "Ok, hug onto him while we do the epidural as it can be painful," a petite nurse said. Niall nodded and went and stepped in front of Zayn in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around his upper back.

Zayn laid his head on Niall's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Niall felt Zayn tense as the needle was pushed in and the pregnant boy clenched his eyes shut.

Niall pressed his lips to Zayn's forehead until he relaxed as the tube was taped to his back and he could lay back down.  

Two and a half hours later, Zayn was exhausted, sweaty and had been pushing for twenty minutes to no avail.

"This isn't fair," Zayn groaned as he collapsed back against the pillows. "I can't do this anymore," Zayn whispered desperately and shook his head as he started to cry.

"Oh no, Zayn, baby, I know it's hard but you've gotta keep it up," Niall whispered and kissed his forehead. "Baby please, the baby needs you to push. Umm.." Niall helped Zayn lean forward and crawled behind him with his legs on either side of him. He grabbed both of Zayn's and kissed his cheek. "C'mon baby," Niall whispered.

Zayn sniffled and nodded. He lurched forward more and pushed with his teeth gritted. "Aaaaaaagh!" He yelled and the baby's head finally started to crown then popped out. "Ah," he sighed in relief and collapsed back against Niall.

Niall gasped. "Oh Zayn! The head is out! Just a few more pushes!" Niall exclaimed.

The doctor quickly cleared the baby's airways.

Zayn panted and nodded. Niall pushed back the Bradford boy's hair back.

Zayn grunted and hunched forward again, putting his chin to his chest and squeezing Niall's hands as he pushed hard.

"Ok, Zayn good job! The shoulders are starting to push out. One more push!" Dr. Argen stated.

Zayn groaned and nodded. He squeezed Niall's hands then pushed again, yelling as he felt his hole tear from the size of the baby. The doctor quickly cut it so it didn't do anymore damage and the baby slipped out.

"It's a boy!" Dr. Argen announced.

Dr. Argen held the wailing baby up toward Zayn and let Niall cut the chord.

Tears streamed down Zayn's face as he held the baby close to his chest. "Oh, hello," he whispered and rubbed the baby's slick cheek.

"Oh Zee! He looks like you," Niall whispered.

Zayn smiled tiredly and nodded. "He does. Oh, look at all that hair," he giggled tiredly and rubbed the baby's tiny head.

"What's his name?" Niall asked softly.

"I was thinking you could choose," the Bradford boy said tiredly.

Niall smiled. "Braxton. Braxton Elijah Horan," he said proudly.

"That's beautiful, Niall, wait..Horan...?" Zayn asked and turned to look at Niall who had a red box open revealing a silver engagement band.

"Will you marry me?" Niall asked hopefully.

Zayn teared up even more and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you," he whispered.

Niall grinned and kiss Zayn deeply. Zayn groaned and kissed back passionately.

"Our son," Niall whispered proudly.

Zayn moaned softly before curling his fingers around Niall's neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.  

Niall slowly slid his tongue in past Zayn's lips and explored his best friends mouth, things he had only ever dreamed of doing.

After a few moment of deeply kissing, both boys pulled away, gasping for air.

Niall blushed darkly and looked away.

Zayn cleared his throat and sat back in his seat.

Niall started the car with a smug smiled and drove Zayn back to his own flat and stopped outside.

Zayn gulped and looked over at Niall. "Can I sleep at your place again?" He asked softly.

"Of course you can!" Niall chirped. "Do you wanna get some clothes first?" He asked softly and reach for the key to turn the car off.

Zayn quickly shot forward and grabbed his wrist. "No..please. I don't feel well. Can we just go back to your flat?" He asked , his eyes pleading.

Niall's features softened and he nodded. "Yeah, of course, Zee," he said softly and pulled his wrist out of Zayn's to pull out of his driveway and back to his flat.

*back at Niall's*

Zayn changed into some of Niall's clothes to get more comfortable and laid on the couch with a blanket.

"Hey Zayn?" Niall called from the kitchen.  

"Yeah, Ni?" Zayn called back.

"Are you and mini Zayn hungry?" The blonde boy asked.

Zayn giggled softly at the nickname and nodded. "We are," he said.

Niall grinned. "Good! Because I made pizza!" He said happily and held up a plate with a few pieces on it then walked into the living room and plopped down next to the dark haired boy.

Zayn smiled and grabbed a piece and took a bite. "Mmmm. This is good," he hummed.

"Thank you!" Niall chirped and took a piece for himself and chomped a big bite.

"So, what did you think of seeing your baby today?" Niall asked softly.

Zayn tensed and sat his pizza on the plate. "It was weird. I can't do this, Ni. I can't! I'm in One Direction! I can't have a baby! I'm alone! How could I let this happen?! I should have been more careful! I'm only twenty! I can't do it!" Zayn exclaimed and started to sob.

The Irish lad frowned and put the plate with the pizza on the side table then pulled the pregnant boy into his chest and rubbed his back. "Hey, hey, hey.. Shh.." Niall whispered and kissed the top of his head. "Shh. You aren't alone. You have me and the boys and your mum. We will all support and help you. You're amazing with kids. You're amazing period. You will be an amazing father. And I'm here for you. And your baby. I will help you," Niall whispered and kissed Zayn's forehead.

"Y-you'll really h-help me?" Zayn sniffled.

Niall nodded. "Of course I will," he whispered and laid back on the couch, pulling Zayn on top of him and the blanket on top of Zayn.  

Zayn snuggled closer to his Bestfriend and closed his eyes. "Th-Thank you," he stuttered.

"Don't mention it, Zee," Niall whispered and kissed the top of his head as he continued to rub his back.

Cuddled with his Bestfriend, Zayn started to drift off. "Hey Ni?" He hummed.

"Yeah, Zee?" The blonde boy whispered.

"I love you," Zayn breathed before he fell asleep cuddled with his Irish Bestfriend.