11- Your kid falls

                                    

                                          
CREDIT TUMBLR
                          

                          
Niall: You smiled, copping the small boy to your lap. He was snickering, small grin on his chubby face when he clutched his blanket against his chest. “Are you ready, big boy?” you laughed, bouncing him up and down on your knee when he laughed loudly, sounding exactly like Niall. “Mommy, stop!” he screamed between laughter, blue eyes watering when his cheeks burned red. You stopped, kissing his warm cheek when you pressed the play button of his new movie. It was Niall’s late night at work, he was at some show again, and you were having a movie night. “Cuddle up, buddy,” you smiled, wrapping the small four year old like a burrito, clutching him against your chest when you lied on your back, arms wrapped around him. He was so small, smaller than most of his aged, and he fit to your chest perfectly. “Mommy look, he has same teddy than I do!” he screamed happily, eyes big when he stared at the screen. You smiled, stroking his brown hair, kissing his forehead when he continued his fuzzing, saying something every in a while when Franklin the turtle did something funny in the screen. After being silent for a while, you looked down to him, seeing his blue eyes closed, long eyelashes tangled to each other. Smiling, you let your eyes close for a while, waking to a gentle kiss to your lips. “Wake up darlin’, let’s get ye two to bed,” Niall mumbled, stroking your hair when his blue eyes sparkled full of love. The gentleness in his eyes was so overwhelming it made you smile. He kissed your lips again with his soft ones, humming against your smile. “I got him,” he assured, lifting his small, sleeping boy to his arms, kissing his cheek with adoring eyes. You followed his steps to your son’s room, seeing how his strong arms laid his son down with care, eyes looking at him lovingly, big pale hand stroking his son’s brown fluffy hair, “See ye tomorrow buddy, daddy’s gona take mommy to bed. Love ye sleepyhead.”
                          
Liam: A small whine left your daughters mouth when she stared at you under her long eyelashes. “But mommy,” she said sadly, tears in his big brown eyes. “I’m sorry love, you can’t go to Emmy’s birthday if you’re sick,” you said silently, stroking her long hair with your palm, feeling her curls under your hand. Her chin trembled when big tears spilled to her cheeks, making your heart broke. “Come here sweetheart,” you said sadly, pulling her to your lap, feeling how she clutched against your shirt, tears draining your sweater. She had been waiting for this for so long and you knew it. She had been planning what she’d get to her best friend’s birthday, what she’d wear, what kind of cake there would be…She had been waiting it for so long and now she was burning with fever. “I’m sorry,” you soothed, rocking her back and forth, kissing her soft forehead. She sniffled silently, small hands clutching your shirt when you started to sing silently, knowing that she loved it. She loved music as much as her father and it always calmed her down. Her small body rocked with few sobs when she took a deep breath, pressing her small head against your chest. Her eyes were red and swollen when she took deep breaths, brown eyes shutting slowly. You smiled, sitting in the middle of the living room’s door, holding your daughter when the door opened, revealing your husband. “What’s wrong?” Liam’s voice was frantic when he looked at you two, brown eyes widening with worry. He was by your side in a second, big hand stroking your little girl’s hair. His eyes were full of sadness and sorrow when he reached to give you a quick kiss to the cheek, worry hardening his face. “She’s having fever,” you mumbled, giving Liam a sad smile. He knew how much your daughter had waited for this day…”Oh no,” he breathed, tugging a loose string of hair behind her ear, giving her a gentle kiss. His hands were careful when he took the girl to his arms, kissing her cheek when her eyes fluttered open, making Liam smile sadly, “Hi there princess, daddy has an idea. What if we’d have our own party today, just you, me and mommy. I could get ice cream and cake and pink balloons if you want…”
                          
Zayn: You sighed loudly, trying to calm yourself down when you sat on the couch eyes glued on the clock. He was coming home, finally, after three weeks being away from you and your three years old daughter. “Momma?” a small squeal made your head snap to the direction where you saw your baby girl standing with her chubby legs, big brown eyes looking at you curiously. “I thought you were sleeping baby girl,” you smiled, reaching your hand to hers, lifting her small frame to your lap, kissing her nose gently. Her eyes were sleepy when she yawned, small, pink lips parting for a while, making her mouth look like a small rose. “Daddy,” she sighed against your chest when she leaned to you, letting you hold her in your warm embrace. You loved to keep her on your arms, she was a small piece of Zayn and you, and she loved to be held. “Daddy will be home soon darling, you should go to bed. He’ll come to say goodnight, I promise,” you cooed silently against her black hair, looking at the clock what was way over her bedtime. She had her thumb on her mouth when she snuggled closer to your chest, sleepy and cuddly. “Do you want to wait dad here?” you chuckled, seeing how her eyes were already close, other chubby hand holding your shirt with all her power, not wanting you to let go. A small creek of the floor made your head snap up when you looked to the doorway, seeing a teary eyed man. “She wanted to wait you,” you smiled, looking at Zayn whose brown eyes were full of tears. He had missed his daughter so much, and it wasn’t a secret. He had called her every morning she woke up, and every night she was going to sleep. He called even if they were on the other side of the world and he had to wake up for making the call. He never failed, he called every day. “I’m glad,” he mumbled, grin covering his face when he pulled the small girl on his lap. His stubbly cheek brushed against her smooth skin, making her frown before opening her eyes. “Daddy!” she mumbled with her tiny , sleep voice, making a huge smile broke to Zayn’s face. His tattooed arms held her gently when he kissed her forehead, making the small girl fall back asleep on his stern arms. “Do I get a kiss too?” you smirked, making Zayn’s brown eyes light up. His tongue was trapped behind his white teeth when he smiled, leaning closer to you, only thing between being your sleeping daughter, “Of course my love, anything for my two beautiful angels.”
                          
Louis: A small scream made your eyes bolt open in the dark room. Before you could even register what was going on, Louis had jumped out of the bed, racing to the small bedroom next to yours. You stood up to follow him but he was already back in your bedroom, small boy clutched against his chest, “Ssh, buddy it’s alright, dad’s here, mom’s here, it was just nightmare bud…” You sighed sadly, running your hand over the small boy’s clothed back. He was wearing his power ranger pajamas, back covered with sweat. “Oh love,” you cooed, looking at the boy who was now trying to get out of Lou’s arms to get on yours. He was a daddy’s boy, but every time he needed a comfort he became just like every other small boy. “Mommy,” he cried, big tears falling down his cheeks when his blue eyes were panicked. Louis’ eyes were dark when he helped you to your bed, making you slip under the covers, small boy still clutched against your chest. “Ssh, ssh, honey,” you whispered, looking at the crying boy who looked like more like Louis every day. He had the same mischievous grin, same blink in the corner of his eyes and same giggle what filled your heart with happiness. It hurt you to see him cry, and Louis knew it. His strong arms wrapped around you two when he cuddled you, hand on your son’s back, long fingers stroking his shirt. “It’s okay, it’s okay love, we’re here,” he mumbled, eyes focused on the boy who had closed his eyes, sniffling against your top. In few minutes, his breathing had calmed down, and the small boy was fast asleep. You smiled kissing the smooth, warm skin of Lou’s neck. He smiled happily, tickling your side gently with his fingers. His arms were so strong around your small family, making you feel comfortable and loved. “M’ tired,” you whispered a few minutes later, making a low chuckle leave his mouth. His hands were stroking your son’s back, lips on your hair when he shook his head. “Well, I thought you were sleeping already. Go to sleep love, I got this.” You smiled sleepily, letting a long sigh leave your mouth, “Are you sure you’re comfortable, you’re holding us both.” He smiled against your hair, eyes squinting when he tightened his arms around you two, “I’m fine babe, just go to sleep. I have everything I’ve ever wanted in this bed, I’m more than fine.”
                          
Harry: “Are you sure she’s alright? Did you check that we have formula with us? What if her ears hurt? I checked the nearest emergency exit it’s right there, remember that okay..,” Harry’s eyes were wide when he rambled, long fingers pulling his lower lip. “Harry, we’re fine. She’s fine. Calm down,” you chuckled, holding the small infant against your chest, her eyes were open and exploring, ignoring her rambling dad. “Sorry kitten, sorry…I’m just nervous, she’s so tiny, what if something happens. It’s her first time in the air what if she gets scared, what will we do?” Harry’s knees were bobbing nervously when he ran his tattooed hand through his hair, making you roll your eyes. “Honey, calm down. She’s okay, look at her. She’s excited to have her first flight,” you cooed, looking down to your little girl who was relaxing against your chest. She was only couple months old, fitting against your chest perfectly. Her hands and legs were small and curled when she lied against your chest, big eyes open, small mouth frowning. Harry took a deep breath, stroking her soft baby hair with care, eyes looking at the baby lovingly. His lips curled to a gentle smile when he leaned to kiss her soft, wrinkled forehead, big finger wrapped to small fist. “Hi baby, my little baby girl,” he cooed, eyes sparkling when he brushed his pink lips over her baby hair, making the baby leave a small sniffle. “We’re in a plane, my love, and we’re going to go high, high up in the air. As high as birds and ducks and higher than butterflies, but there’s no need to worry, daddy’s here and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay,” his voice was just above whisper, making you smile that you could hear it and no one else could. It showed just how much Harry loved his little girl. A happy chuckle left Harry’s mouth when he looked up to you, ocean green eyes sparkling. He shook his head with a smile that made his dimples show up, before leaning to kiss your lips passionately. “She fell asleep on you,” he mumbled to your kiss, making you smirk. His lips were warm and tender when he cupped your cheek, putting every concern he had to your kiss. “I bet she’s going to sleep the whole trip,” you mumbled, stroking Harry’s cheek, making him grin widen when he nodded, giving your baby a small kiss before capturing your lips again. “I love you so much kitten, and her too. So much.”