Jane

Pain.

I felt pain.

I opened my eyes and looked around our dark bedroom. The sharp pain in my stomach made me gasp. "Ow." I looked over and Harry was fast asleep beside me. I took a deep breath and tried rolling on to my other side. The sharp pain hit me again and this time I let out a loud cry. "Harry?" I moved him.

"Hmm?" He groaned in his sleep.

"Harry, wake up, my belly hurts," I said crying. He sat up quickly, turning on the light. His hair was disheveled and he was in only a pair of boxers. "Ow!" I grabbed my side. He quickly got up and went over to my side.

"Are they like the practice contractions the doctor was talking about?" I could tell he was trying to stay calm but I was in so much pain.

"I don't know, it feels like I'm being stabbed on my side." I stood up and he held my hand as I walked a little the pain disappeared for a few minutes and then it felt like I was being stabbed again. "Ow fuck!"

"Alright, we're going to the emergency room. Let me get you some clothes, sit down." He told me. I sat on the edge of the bed and cried quietly to myself in pain. A minute later he walked out of our closet dressed with an outfit for me to wear. He grabbed my hair up and tied it behind my head. I felt sick and dizzy as I got up to get dressed. "I got you, baby, lift up your arms." I did as he said and got dressed. He helped me all the way to the car where he drove to the hospital.

About an hour later we were being checked by a doctor. I was hooked up to a bunch of machines.

"Well, the baby looks fine, and everything seems normal. You're thirty-one weeks so what it could have been was Braxton hicks contractions. They are usually painless but maybe the position you were in made them hurt a lot." She explained. "I'm going to have them keep you here for another two or three hours hooked up to the monitors just to be safe. New mommies are always a little scared when they feel the first big contraction."

"Is that what labor is going to feel like?" I asked feeling a bit taken back.

"It's different from person to person. I had a woman in here in her forties who had thirty-six-hour labor and said it didn't hurt as bad as she thought. But I've also had a sixteen-year-old that had four-hour labor and said it was the most painful thing she's ever experienced. It all depends on you." I nodded understanding. "Practice breathing exercises and drink plenty of water." After she left Harry read the pamphlet she left while I lay on the hospital bed.

How the hell was I going to push this baby out of me? Maybe I was too young for all of this. I could feel tears fall down my cheeks and my heart rate began to increase slowly. "Jane?" I sniffled.

"I can't do this." I shook my head. "This baby is going to rip me apart. Or what if I can't push him out and he gets stuck or-"

"Jane!" He looked at me as if I was crazy. "You can do this, and you will. Everything will be fine." I rolled my eyes. Anger formed inside me.

"No, it won't, you don't have to push a baby out of your dick so you don't know," I said angrily. He stared at me almost amused. "Stop smiling or get out." He shook his head leaning back on the chair.

"Nope." He popped the p. "I'm quite comfortable here, now do the breathing exercises." He shrugged.

"Why are you trying to piss me off? You're not helping me at all." I crossed my arms.

He threw the pamphlet on the floor and leaned over me a few inches from my face. "I'm not helping you at all?" He said surprised. "Who the hell has been massaging your feet, making dinner and building furniture. Who believes in you and that you can have this baby? Now I know you're scared, but don't ever say that I'm not helpful because I just got you dressed to come to the hospital for practice contractions!" He raised his voice in the last part. "So stop blaming me for shit and do the damn breathing exercises as I told you!" He sat back on the chair picking up the pamphlet to read again.

I sat there for a minute. My bottom lip began to tremble and I let out a sob. He sighed and stood up to hold me. "I'm sorry." I cried.

"No Jane, I shouldn't have yelled at you baby, don't cry." He rubbed my back and comforted me. I was so emotional these past few weeks and this was the first time he had raised his voice like that in a while. Usually, it was me yelling at him.

After two hours, everything seemed fine so they sent us home. I was hungry as we drove home but I was afraid to ask Harry for something. "I think I'm going to call off today." He said. It was already five in the morning and he had to go in at eight.

"Baby?" He nodded. "Do you still love me?" He chuckled rubbing his eye as he drove.

"I love you more than anything in this whole world, why?" He looked at me for a second before turning his head back to the road. I looked down at my hands.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked him.

"No baby girl, I'm not mad at you. I got worried, but I'm not mad." He reached over holding my hand. "Why do you think I'm mad, because of what happened at the hospital?" I nodded. "Jane, I was trying to snap you out of your negative thoughts. You are strong enough to have this baby, and I'm going to be there cheering you on, okay?"

"Okay." I looked out the window. "Are you mad that we haven't had sex in three weeks?" He sighed turning onto our street. "Because I'm always in the mood, but I'm too tired to do it." He laughed quietly.

"I'm not mad about that either. Frustrated yeah, I feel like I'm fourteen again hiding in my own bathroom jerking off." I looked at him and laughed.

"Are you serious?" I suddenly felt bad.

"Yeah, what did you think I was doing when I took forever two days ago in the bathroom. Your skin is glowing, your boobs are bigger, you walk around the house in my shirt and panties. I literally want you all day and then the second I try to touch you-"

"I'm hungry," I said as he parked the car.

"Exactly!" He exclaimed.

"No I'm serious, I'm hungry can we go get McDonald's." He looked at me with squinted eyes. "Please daddy." I pouted. Leaning over I grabbed his face and kissed the spot between his neck and jaw. "If you get me something, I'll give you something." I kissed the spot I knew drove him crazy over and over. I left open mouth kisses making him squeeze the steering wheel.

He turned on the car again and backed out. "You better not be lying to me." He said driving towards the food.

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I lay back on the bed eating my last chicken nugget as Harry watched star wars. I got up to pick up my trash and even took Harry's. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I owed my man some release. He had been working a lot lately to save up money for the baby, and he was doing everything for me when he got home from work. I mean he painted the baby's room and built the crib all in one night after working eleven hours, just because it was stressing me out.

I came back and Harry was on the phone. "Yeah my wife had to go to the hospital so I can't go in." He said on the phone. He sat at the edge of the bed in his boxers as he talked. "Yes sir, she's fine now, just tired." I stood in front of him, his hand going to my stomach to rub it. "I appreciate it, but it will only be for today." He said to who I assume was the nice owner, not his son. I grabbed a pillow and put it on the floor by his feet. He looked at me weirdly until I got on my knees. He shook his head but all I did was shush him. "Yes sir, t-thank you." I pulled his boxers down and he hung up the phone. "Are you crazy?" His words didn't match his playful tone.

I nodded running my hands over his dick. "I want to show you how much I love you." I began pumping him slowly. I reached up to kiss him and he groaned as I squeezed slightly on his quickly hardened cock.

"Take off the shirt." He said. I looked down slightly embarrassed to do it. My boobs had grown and I thought they looked off. I did as he said and he hummed in satisfaction. "So beautiful." He kissed me once more. "Now show me how much you want this dick."

I bit my lip and reached down to lick up his hard throbbing length. As I slowly took him deeper and deeper into my mouth I couldn't help but feel an amazing sensation in my panties. I moaned as I was getting so turned on. Harry placed a hand on the back of my head, but as support almost.

I pulled back and gasped. "Help me up." He lifted me and I was kinda confused as to how to have sex with my belly in the way.

"On your side or on top?" I rolled my eyes. I miss the days where Harry could be on top without leaving a space between us. "You know what lay on the edge of the bed." I did as he told me. Harry grabbed my legs and slowly we began making love.

After, Harry lay there with a smirk on his face as my eyes began closing. I had a hand on my belly when I felt a big kick. "The baby's kicking," I told him. Harry had yet to feel the baby kick. He wasn't around or the baby didn't want him to feel his kicks. "We woke him up." I giggled.

Harry placed a hand on my belly and waited. "Come on munchkin, kick for me." Harry rolled over on his stomach and lowered his head to kiss my stomach. "We need a name for him, baby."

"You name him, I've given my names and you don't like any of them." I closed my eyes. "He's your son, Harry. Just name him Harry." I said falling asleep.

"What about Harrison?" I opened my eyes and Harry was watching the movie. Harrison Ford on the screen. "Harrison literally means son of Harry so..."

"Harrison?" I liked it. "What would his middle name be?" He shrugged. I thought about it for a while and then smiled. "Edward?"

"Yes?" He teased as if I was calling him.

"Harrison Edward?" He shook his head. "Harrison Yoda?" He let out a loud laugh and the baby jumped giving me a good kick. Harry smiled as he finally felt it. "We are not naming you Yoda," I told the baby who kicked again.

"How about a cool name like a rockstars name or a-"

"Character from one of my favorite books." Harry chuckled.

"You want to name my son Old major?" Animal farm was one of my favorite books and I laughed at his suggestion. "How about no middle name." He suggested.

"No, me and my siblings all have middle names after Beatles songs." He raised an eyebrow. "Holden is named after one of the Beatles, Lennon. Sunny's middle name is Lucy. Phoebe is Eleanor. And you already know mine." I said annoyed. Of all the cool names I got prudence. I could have been Molly.

Harry looked deep in thought. "How about James?" I liked it.

"Harrison James Styles." I smiled. "I love it." He smiled pulling off the blanket to expose my swollen stomach.

"Son, this is your father speaking." He said in a deeper voice. He pressed up to my bump and spoke. "You are now Harrison James Styles, if you don't like it then that's too bad." I giggled. "Daddy loves you." He kissed my belly.

"Can we go to bed?" He kissed me goodnight laying down. I hooked one leg over his body and laid my head on his chest using him as my pillow.

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Harry

The man looked at me with green eyes, the same shade as mine. He was tall and young. I looked at his hand and saw the bruises on his knuckles. "Who are you?" I asked him.

He chuckled. Behind him walked Gemma and my mom. "Help us, Harry." They said. I began shaking. They were bruised and beaten down. He smiled.

"This is who you are, son." He said. Suddenly I was looking at myself. My hands grabbed Gemma's hair and threw her against the floor.

"Harry!" I sat up on the bed sweaty and shaking. "Are you okay?" Jane said looking terrified. She held her bump and stared at me. I got up quickly, almost falling over.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked worriedly.

"No- what? You were breathing heavily and looked like you were having a nightmare." She stood walking over to me. "Do you want some water?" I sat on the edge of the bed and nodded. She walked out and I looked at the time. It was Sunday and I woke her up at five in the morning. I ran a hand through my hair feeling sick. Why the hell was I dreaming about Des, I'm nothing like him. "Here baby, you okay?" Jane said as she handed me a glass of water. She massaged my shoulders and kissed my forehead.

"Yeah, bad dream," I said after drinking the whole cup.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head. "Okay then, you know what would make you feel better." She grabbed my hand and put it on her belly. Harrison pushed up against my hands making my heart feel warm. "Good morning daddy." She giggled.

I leaned in kissing her belly and hugging her. "Good morning my loves." I couldn't shake the feeling of my dream. I needed to see my therapist.

That afternoon we got dressed and went over to Jane's parent's house for Sunday dinner. Jane's mom told us to dress nicely and come at three. I drove while Jane sang along to the radio. "Thirty-three weeks and three days, and tomorrow is my birthday and our anniversary." She smiled. "I'm old."

"No no no, I'm old," I said. "I'm two years older than you so if you think your old at twenty-three imagine me." I joked. We made it to the house and Jane looked around. "Why so many cars?"

"Oh my god, it's a baby shower." She whispered as I opened the door. "It has to be, right?" I shrugged. She walked holding my hand as we walked into the house. As soon as she opened the door everyone yelled surprise. Jane smiled wide as she looked around at all the decorations. "Oh my god!"

Jane's siblings, parents, and a few random people were there. Along with Niall, Louis, and Olivia. But what made me do a double-take was my own mother standing by a man who held her hand. "Holy shit." Jane looked at me as they put a sash around her that said 'mommy to be'.

My mum walked up to us and smiled giving us a hug. "Hello, my darlings." I felt tears in my eyes as she hugged me.

"Hi Anne, I can't believe you came!" Jane said actually crying. I wiped my face but not before I heard Jane's sister.

"Aww Harry's crying!"

"Awww!" Everyone said at the same time.

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The baby shower had become the best thing ever. We had so many amazing gifts and the food was fantastic. They put a shirt on me that said dad to me and I smiled as I took photos with Jane and all the guests. Jane sat down and complained about her back. "Too many people touching me." She whispered. "Gives me anxiety." I nodded knowing the feeling.

I rubbed her back as she opened another present. It was a diaper bag with little bears all over it. "That's from me." Her sister smiled.

"I love it." Jane passed it to me to put on the table behind me. She hugged her sister and sat back down. "This is amazing you guys." She sniffled crying again. I bent down to kiss her forehead. "Sorry I've been emotional lately."

When she opened the last present from a woman named Lily, she smiled so big at the outfit. I looked at it and chuckled. "Thank you, Lily," I told the woman. The outfit looked like a Santa Clause outfit and had 'my first Christmas' on the front.

When we were all done Jane talked to people while I went and sat with my mum. "Harry, I didn't have a chance to introduce you but this is Robin." I looked at the older man and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry." I shook his hand.

"Harry, lovely to meet you. Your mum always talks about you." He chuckled. "Congrats on the baby." I thanked him and we talked a little. He seemed nice and very attentive to my mom. Jane came over and sat on my lap.

"Jane this is Robin." I introduced them to each other. "Robin this is my fiance." My mom turned her head so quickly.

"You're engaged!" She yelled causing everyone to stop and turn to look at us. We nodded. "That's wonderful!" She hugged us.

By eight almost everyone but the family had left. Jane sat on the couch talking to her dad while her mom put a hand on her stomach. I was eating again when all of her siblings went to sit next to me at the kitchen table.

"So Harry, now that you got my sister knocked up-"

"Holden!" Sunny yelled at him.

"What?" He shrugged. "All I was going to say was are you going to get rid of the motorcycle?" I swallowed down my food and shrugged. I hadn't even thought about it. "I mean you need a family car, to take the little one around. You can't really do that on the back of one of those death traps."

"I guess your right, I'll probably sell it." I looked up and Phoebe gave her brother a dirty look. He stood up and walked away. "He doesn't like me very much does he?" I asked the girls.

"Don't listen to him, he's stupid," Phoebe told me.

"he, he has a point, the bike is dangerous, and I need to buckle down a bit now that I'm going to be a dad." I loved my bike. It was the only thing I owned for a long time. To get rid of it was something that terrified me, but Holden had a point.

Louis helped me take all the presents home after it was time to leave. My mum and we had made plans to have dinner the next day for our anniversary and also Jane's birthday. As I drove back to our house Jane talked about the presents. "We have everything we needed, isn't that great." I nodded. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just sort of thinking about something?" I said turning off the radio. "Think I'm going to sell my bike," I told her. It was quiet for a minute and then I looked at her, she looked mad.

"Why would you sell it?" She crossed her arms. "It's your bike, you love it so much."

"I love Harrison even more." I simply stated.

"What the hell does the baby have to do with the bike?" I stopped the car in front of the house. Louis pulled up too.

"The bike is dangerous, we need a family car." She shook her head. "How am I supposed to take the baby places?" She smacked her hand on the dashboard of her car. "This is your car, what if you're at work?"

"You can get a car Harry, we can start saving up and buy one." She said annoyed. "Don't sell your bike, it's a part of who you are. If you sell it, I'll be really upset."

I looked down taking off my seat belt. "Your brother said-"

"Figures he would have something to do with it." She said frustrated. "Don't listen to him, when his kids turned two he got a Ferrari, he doesn't make Ferrari having money." I sighed. "I love you and I love that bike if you love me you won't get rid of it because it'll make me sad that you think you have to change yourself." I looked at her and nodded. We got out of the car and she walked over to kiss my lips. "Love you." She hugged me. "I love my man with all his tattoos and his bike and everything in between."

"Love you more." I held her close and then I felt another pair of hands around me. I looked and Louis was smiling big as he hugged Jane too.

"I love you guys too." He smiled. Jane laughed and hugging Louis. "So have we decided to name the baby Louis?" Jane pulled away and shook her head.

"No Louis, we're going to name him Harrison James." Louis squinted his eyes.

"James?" He seethed. "As in Niall James Horan." We looked at each other and sighed.

"Crap," Jane said walking towards the house.

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