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“Are you sure?” Niall frowned, the can raised halfway to his lips completely forgotten.
“Yeah,” Harry said, biting his lip. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m finally done with the tour, and it just feels like the perfect time, doesn’t it? And we’re both ready for it, at least we’ve talked about it and-”
He was shut up by Niall’s lips on his, his hands instinctively cupping Harry’s face, the can clutched in his hands cold against his cheek.
“Someone’s excited,” Harry chuckled breathlessly as they finally pulled back, taking the can from his hand and placing it gently on the coffee table.
“Course I am.” Niall grinned, sounding just as breathless as Harry. “I’m gonna be a dad.” He said slowly, almost like he was testing the words out.
“Eventually,” Harry pointed out, laughing fondly. “I’m not pregnant, Ni. Not yet-”
“No time like the present, don’t they say? What are we waiting for, then?” Niall said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and Harry couldn’t help but throw one of the pillows off the couch at him.
“Bloody unbelievable, you are.” He shook his head fondly.
“I still don’t hear any complaints,” Niall smirked, caging a still-giggling Harry against the armrest, close enough that he could smell the faint strawberry scent of his shampoo.
“There aren’t any,” Harry hummed, pulling Niall forward by his shirt.
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“And you’re positively sure?” Niall grinned.
“Of course not, you doof,” Harry chuckled. “We wouldn’t be sitting here if I was. But yes, I’m almost kind of sort of certain,” He added sheepishly.
“Couple more minutes, yeah?” Niall chuckled nervously. Every fibre of him wanted this, wanted a family with Harry. After having spent years trying to juggle their careers with their private lives and putting it off; Years of both of them feeling like they weren’t ready for it- And finally accepting that they were, Niall couldn’t help but feel on edge.
“Yep, a couple more minutes.” Harry hummed, squeezing Niall’s hand, leaning against him, trying to focus on whatever was playing on the TV. “Just a few more minutes till we find out,” He said in what he hoped was a reassuring voice. The last thing he wanted was to make Niall more nervous than he already looked.
As he fiddled with the sleeve of Niall’s t-shirt, he tried not to let his imagination run away. He genuinely couldn’t wait to find out, and hoped against anything that he’d pick up the little stick to find two little plus signs on it.
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“They’re what-” Niall sputtered, his grip tightening on Harry’s clammy hand. “Oh my god, Hazza,”
“Twins,” Harry breathed out, feeling more emotions than he could sort out in the moment, his jaw falling open. “Twins. Two little babies- Ni.”
“Two mini us-es,” Niall agreed, laughing in slight disbelief, watching the little blobs on the monitor. Twins. They were having twins. Niall hadn’t even paused to consider this as a possibility, but he found that he liked it very much indeed.
“It’s going to be wild- And, wait- We’re going to have to reconsider the plans for the nursery,” Harry pointed out, his eyes fixed on the grainy image on the screen as well.
His mind was already reeling with all the possibilities, wondering how it would go when they shared the news with their families- And he was already reworking the plans for the nursery they’d made. Not to mention names, which they hadn’t actually thought about yet, but they’d have to decide if they wanted matching coordinating ones or-
He had a sudden vivid image of Niall walking in front of him, holding two tiny hands in his own. It was all Harry could do to not dissolve into a blubbering mess right that second.
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“Do we really need to have them monogrammed? It’s the same letter! It doesn’t even make sense,” Niall said, already knowing it was a fight he’d lose. The cots were gorgeous, (Harry had point blank refused to get anything but custom), but Niall didn’t see how having the same letter on both the cots even made sense.
“Yes, baby, we do,” Harry pouted exaggeratedly. “It’ll add a certain je ne sais quoi to the room. Plus we’re getting different colours, aren’t we? That way we can know which baby’s which,”
Niall groaned, pinching his nose, watching the attendant’s practised mask of neutrality slip for a second. “You say that like you’re going to forget which one’s which,” He chuckled.
“Well, not forget , per se,” Harry shrugged. “But what if the laundry doesn’t come in and they both end up wearing the same colour-”
“Okay, okay,” Niall chuckled. “Fine, but does it really have to be that shade of green? It looks like puke, honestly. Maybe we could go a brighter green and pair it with like… Say, an orange?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Niall, honey. I love you, but we are not putting our daughters into Ireland-themed cots.” Harry said, the corners of his lips twitching.
“It was worth a try,” Niall said, fake-grumbling as he pulled Harry closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “We’ll get your puke green and brown, okay? There.”
“Beige and sage green,” Harry protested playfully, smiling as he looked at the catalogue. He couldn’t wait to see the cots set up in the nursery, their little girls smiling up at them.
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“Have I ever told you I love you?” Harry sighed, watching Niall jiggle Cam.
“I am aware, yes,” Niall chuckled, soothingly patting her back. “I’ve been told like, a couple thousand times.”
“Good. Because I’m madly in love with you,” Harry hummed, settling Crys down into her crib, making sure the baby monitor was pointed at her before stepping back.
“Come on, angel. Go to sleep,” Niall mumbled, and Harry leaned against the wall, taking in the sight of him framed against the curtains, light filtering in from behind. Harry was overtaken by a sudden surge of feeling that left him actually breathless.
And when he started singing under his breath, pacing softly, Harry wasn’t sure if he could stay standing for long.
This was everything he’d ever wanted.
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