Listen to the song and read. Note: Restart the song when you get to Liam’s POV. “Liam?” I called out from the bathroom. I breathed in and out trying not to hyperventilate. I shook the stick again and closed my eyes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. I looked down and saw the tiny pink positive sign. I jumped up, pulling up my sweats. “Liam! Liam!” I screamed, throwing open the bathroom door. He ran into our bedroom, looking worried. “Babe are you okay-” He saw the pregnancy test in my hand. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.” The tears ran down my face and I nodded, holding it out. He took it cautiously and looked at me before looking down. “Oh my god- this means- means-” He stuttered, tears pooling in his soft brown eyes. “Means you’re going to be a daddy!” I cried, throwing my arms around him. He buried his face in my neck and I heard him begin to cry. “I can’t believe it! There’s- there’s a baby in here!” He lifted the hem of my tee up to press his hands against my belly. Of course you couldn’t tell I was pregnant but it was real enough for Liam. “We made a person.” He whispered looking up at me. I intertwined my fingers with his, while he stood up. Tears streaming down his face as he took me in his arms, pressing his lips against mine.
***** It took everything inside of Liam to not tell the boys until I was five months along. The day we got home from the doctors office he helped me with my coat then grabbed the phone. “Niall! You and the rest of the boys need to come over. Right now.” He hung up after saying a few more words. We waited for about half an hour before hearing the familiar engine come down the street. Liam jumped off the sofa, heading for the door. We had planned this on the way home. I stretched out my jumper and tried to act natural. Liam let the boys in, guiding them to the lounge. I smiled, waving at them. “What’s happened? Are you okay?” Louis walked in first, the boys behind him. “We have something to tell you.” I said standing up. The boys sat on the sofa, worry in their eyes. I turned to the side, lifting up my jumper to reveal the bump that has slowly been growing. Niall burst into tears and Louis jumped off the couch shouting. Zayn ran over first, giving Liam and I a hug, followed by lots of tears. Harry bent down and lightly rubbed my belly. “Incredible.” He whispered, a tear sliding down his cheek. “How far along are you?” Niall asked, taking me in his arms. “Five months about a week ago.” I laughed, rubbing his back. Liam went into the kitchen, grabbing the camera. I lifted my jumper as the boys gathered around me, pointing to my belly. The camera flashed and Zayn took it from Liam. “Now one of you two!” He demanded, holding up the camera. Liam stood behind me, putting his strong hands over my belly. I smiled, trying to hold back the tears for the sake of the photo. ***** I shot up in bed. Something was wet. Soaked. I lifted the blanket and gasped. “Liam. Liam!” I shook him, trying to squint in the dark. I reached over my big belly to turn the light on. He groaned, stirring beside me. “LIAM!” I screamed, seeing the entire bed was wet. He jumped, turning over. “Ugh why am I wet- Why is everything wet?!” He jumped out of bed, looking at me. “Did your water break?” He whispered, his eyes wide. “Yes it did and we need to get to the hospital!” I shouted at him getting off the bed. I held his hand as he grabbed our overnight bag we had been prepared to take. He helped me into the car, trying to stay calm. “Liam it hurts. It hurts so much.” I cried, holding onto the dashboard of the car for dear life. “Sh, baby, it’s going to be okay.” He held my hand, driving as fast as he dared to. It was one o’clock in the morning when we reached the hospital. I was covered in sweat and on the verge of a breakdown. Liam threw open the car door, yelling for a nurse. I felt dizzy and nauseous as Liam helped me onto the wheelchair the nurse had provided. “Please, please get this baby out.” I moaned, closing my eyes. Liam held my hand the entire way to the hospital room- I’m surprised I didn’t break his hand. “Sir, you need to let her go as we get her settled in.” The nurse spoke to Liam but I could barely make out the words. He pulled out his phone, calling the boys. “Yes! It’s happening right now!” He cried into the phone, then came back to me. “Liam, it hurts.” I sobbed into his shoulder, as the nurses pricked and prodded at me. He kissed my head, telling me everything was going to be okay. “I love you so much.” He said, looking in my eyes. I groaned, my toes curling against the pain. “I l- love you more.” I gasped. I knew Liam was trying to be strong but the tears in his eyes were visible. He winced everytime I screamed. “It’s time!” The nurse spoke up, gesturing for the other nurse to get the doctor. “Finally.” I moaned against Liam’s chest, panting.
Liam’s POV I tried to fight the tears when she screamed. I couldn’t stand seeing her in so much pain. I just kept thinking about our baby. Think about our baby. The doctor came in quickly, ready to start. “The nurse will tell you when to push, okay? Breathe along with your husband.” I did what the doctor said and starting to take slow, long breaths holding her hand. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes that were filled with tears. “You can do this. I love you.” I pressed my forehead against hers. She nodded and clenched her teeth, pushing for the first time. “Fantastic! Only a few more times!” My hand was numb and purple from her squeezing for so long. I didn’t care. “Oh! Oh! Come on! Once more! Just once more!” She closed her eyes and pushed, shrieking the entire time. “And… it’s a boy!” The doctor held the small human up under the light. Our small human. The cried coming from him were enormous and loud, echoing off the walls. The nurse cut the umbilical cord quickly, cleaning out his nose and throat. She finished quickly, wrapping the precious baby in a towel. The nurse brought the baby over, placing him in her arms. “Oh my god.” Tears streaming down my face. I nudged his little fingers. Our baby boy. He was finally here. She cradled him perfectly, crying tears of joy. “You did it baby, you did it!” I whispered into her ear, kissing her temple. “What’s his name?” The nurse had already taken the papers out, pen in hand. “James.” I said, thinking about Niall. We had agreed on the name the day we found out this was a possibility. “Mhmm.” Was all she said, her grip on my hand loosening. “I love you. So, so much.” I cried, wiping the hair from her face. “I love you even more. I’m so tired Liam.” She kissed James, handing him to me. “Sir, she needs rest. Come out here with the baby- with James.” I looked at her, my eyes widening. “She’s right. I just need some rest.” I kissed her again before bringing our son out of the room. “Liam?” I turned and saw the boys waiting around the corner. “Is that-” Zayn started, tears in his eyes. “It’s my baby boy. It’s James.” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. The boys crowded around me, tears dripping down their faces. “My god he looks just like her!” “Gorgeous baby Liam really.” “Can’t wait for him to call me uncle!” The boys each took a turn holding James, playing with his small, delicate fingers. I cried, hugging each of the boys. “WE NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE, NOW!” A nurse shouted, sprinting past us. “What’s that about?” Harry asked, peering over my shoulder. “I don’t know it’s probably just-” I saw a team of nurses heading into her room. “Wait-” “She’s flatlining! Doctor!” I heard the alarming screams from one nurse to another. “No!” I shouted running towards the room. It can’t be her. It can’t. I got to the doorway to see the doctor slam the defibrillator onto her chest. I closed my eyes, watching her body convulse like a rag doll. “You need to go sir, you shouldn’t be in here!” A nurse yelled at me, pushing me gently. “She’s my wife, what’s happening to her?!” I screamed, not moving from my spot. Two large men grabbed me, dragging me out of the door. The defibrillator sparked, her pale body being shocked again. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER?!” I shouted, fighting to escape their grip. A long beep rang out, echoing throughout the hall. “No! No! No!” I choked, feeling sick. A nurse slammed the door. I fell to the floor in sobs, not knowing what to do. That couldn’t have been her. That pale, lifeless woman couldn’t have been my wife. But it was. The boys huddled over me, tears in their eyes. A nurse had taken away James long ago. The door creaked open and a young nurse gestured for Louis to come over since he was the closest. “She can’t be gone Niall! She can’t!” My chest ached, my angry sobs filling the now ghostly hall. Louis returned, his face white. Zayn walked away his head in his hands. “Liam. Liam, you need to look at me.” Louis voice wavered. I shook my head, closing my eyes. “Liam. She’s gone.” Louis broke down, taking me into his arms. I wailed endlessly into Louis’ shoulder. She was gone. My baby was gone. “Why Louis? Why did she have to go?” I sobbed. The world went black. ***** “This is a photo of your mummy and I when you were still in her belly!” I showed James the five year old photo. Each year I took it out on his birthday to see what he would say. “I couldn’t fit in there daddy! You’re telling me stories again!” James smiled, holding the photo. “I am not! Ask Uncle Harry!” I defended myself. He turned to Harry, holding the photo. “Uncle Hazza! Uncle Hazza!” James jumped up and down, tugging at Harry’s jumper. Harry put his book down, grinning. “What is it James?” “Daddy said I was in mummy’s belly. He’s telling stories isn’t he?” Harry laughed, ruffling James’ curls. “No buddy. It’s the truth.”
“I thought you were supposed to be on my side!” James yelled, pinching Harry. “James! Don’t do that. Come on, it’s time to go visit mummy.” I helped put on his jumper and boots as we walked outside. “Come here.” I lifted him into the car, buckling his seatbelt. Harry came outside behind us. “I’ll be here to take him for the night when you get back.” Harry pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you.” I tried to keep my voice steady. “Hurry up daddy, mummy’s waiting!” Harry covered his eyes, hurrying back in the house. We drove in silence for the whole twenty minutes. The sun was peeking from behind the clouds. I turned off the car, helping James get out. “Don’t run to fast!” I called out after him. I came up shortly after him, kneeling down. “Can you read what it says James?” He nodded. “Forever in our hearts, a loving wife and mother. That’s mummy.” I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Yes, that’s mummy.” “I’m four years old now mummy! I can read and daddy is helping me write!” James talks to the stone all about his classes. About his pet turtle named Rocky. “Me and daddy miss you.” He finished. “Give mummy a kiss.” I whispered, trying to stay strong. James kissed his hand and pressed it to her tombstone. “We love you mummy!” He shouted. The sun peeked from behind the clouds. I picked him up, carrying him back to the car. “Daddy?” “Yes bub?” I answered, buckling him up. “Do you think mummy’s shining the sun just for us?” I smiled, a tear sliding down my cheek. “Just for us James.”