One Direction Preferences

Telling Your Parents

Liam: Biting the inside of your cheek you apprehensively looked at your parents eating dinner across the table. Sensing your uneasiness Liam placed a gentle hand on your knee underneath the table. “I’m pregnant." you said suddenly. You couldn’t hide your wince at your mother’s shocked, “What?" “I’m, uh, pregnant. We’re," You motioned between you and Liam. “Having a baby." Your father calmly set his fork down next to his plate. “Well, this is-" “Absurd!" your mother interrupted. “You’re both much too young to start having children. Are you positive your pregnant?" You sank down in your seat a bit, this was the exact reaction you had feared. Liam squeezed your knee reassuringly. “We’re positive," he said composedly. “We went to the doctors about two weeks ago to confirm it. (Y/N) is, without a doubt, pregnant." He smiled at you. “But you’re both so young!" Your mother exclaimed. “Honey, (Y/N) is in her mid twenties now, she’s not a kid anymore. I’m sure the two of them know how big of a responsibility having a child is and can handle it. Am I right?" your father glanced at the two of you while trying to keep your mother from having a complete conniption. “Yes sir," Liam nodded. “We know- well, we actually don’t know what we’re doing. But, we’re preparing the best we can. We’re researching it and we’ve even signed up for some classes." You said sitting up a bit. Your mother pursed her lips while slowly nodding. “Well, although I think you should’ve waited a few more years, I’m sure the two of you will be fine. Congratulations."

Louis: Biting your lip you ran a hand through your hair nervously. "So," Louis drew out the word, looking at your parents sat across from you. He leaned back a bit, placing his arm around your shoulders. “Would you like me to tell them or would you like to have the honor?" he questioned grinning down at you. Your parents shot you a puzzled look. “Tell us what?" your dad inquired. “I’m pregnant." you stated quickly. It’s best to get it over with quickly, like ripping off a band-aid you thought to yourself. You shifted in your seat as you watched the shock slowly take over your parents features. “Oh," your father said, not sure how to respond. “That’s wonderful!" your mother smiled. “Which sex would you prefer? I’ve always thought of you having a girl. Someone you can dress up in pretty dresses and dote on. Or would you prefer a boy so Louis can teach him to play soccer? Do you have any names picked out yet? Oh, what about room colors, clothes and toys? (Y/N) you remember how to change a diaper from babysitting yeah?" your mother rambled quickly, her enthusiasm shining in her eyes. “We’ve got it all covered. " you laughed at your mother’s eager reaction. “I have tones of practice with kids from helping my mother take care of my little sisters. We’re also looking into taking a few parenting classes for some extra help." Louis added. “It sounds like the two of you have a rather good idea of what you’re doing. I’m sure you’ll be great parents. Congratulations kids." your dad finally spoke up. “They’re both so good with children, of course they’ll be good parents!" your mother exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, my baby is having a baby; I’m going to be a grandma! I can’t wait to find out the gender and…" Louis and you softly laughed as your mother began to quickly, and enthusiastically ramble once again.

Zayn: "What are you going to do when he goes off for tour though?" your father queried, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked at you and Zayn. “We got lucky, the baby is due before the next tour starts. So, Zayn will be there for his or her birth." you said calmly hoping to console your parents worries. “What about after the baby is born?" he asked, the crease in his brow still prominent. “I’ll fly back home and visit whenever possible, and when I’m in the areas near home (Y/N) and the baby will come and visit me. If I could I’d have them go on tour with me the whole time, but it wouldn’t be good for the baby to travel that much." Your mother reached over and squeezed your father’s shoulder. “Sounds like they’ve thought it over and planned it all out quite well." she hummed. “And, if it gets to be too much I could always come visit you, or you could come visit me." you added. The reminder that you only lived a few hours away consoled him a bit and erased the crease in his brow. “Well," he said thoughtfully. “I suppose the two of you are old enough and have a large sense of knowledge and responsibility for the fact that the two of you have think this over thoroughly and that you’re going to have to adjust your lives to tend to your babies needs." You smiled and squeezed Zayn’s hand at his words. “I guess I better get use to the idea of being called grandpa now eh?" your father laughed.

Niall: Niall uneasily shifted in his seat, compelling you to reach over and gently squeeze his thigh. “Shouldn’t I be the nervous one?" you jokingly whispered to him. He shrugged in response. “Mom, dad," you said pulling their attention away from the menus in front of them. “We have something to tell you." “Oh?" your mother raised her brow, intrigued. You slipped your fingers in between Niall’s under the table. “I’m pregnant. Niall and I are having a baby." A large grin spread across your mothers face. “Seriously? You’r not joking or anything?" You nodded. “I went to the doctors a little over a week ago, I’m one hundred percent pregnant." “Oh honey that’s wonderful! I’m sure you two are going to be wonderful parents." she exclaimed. “So this is it huh?" your dad mused. “My baby is all grown up and having babies of her own now. Looks like I’m going to have to take Niall out for a drink soon and discuss fatherhood with him, yeah?" Your parents were nothing but grins as the four of you began to cheerfully chat about the upcoming addition to your family. “See," you quietly whispered to Niall once again. “Nothing to be nervous about." Grinning he shook his head at you and pressed a firm kiss to your temple. “I guess your right." 

Harry: "Love, it’s going to be alright." Harry consoled you softly, sitting on the edge of the bed while watching you anxiously pace around your shared bed room. You were going out to dinner with you parents in a few short hours to inform them that in about seven months, you and Harry would have a baby. “They’re going to absolutely hate me!" you declared. “They’re going to think that we’re too young and it’s an awful idea." You flopped down onto the bed next to him, lying on your back with your arm covering your eyes. “I’m positive they’re also going to bring up your going off on tour. They’re going to make it seem like we’re some stupid teenagers that got ourselves into a giant mess that we can’t handle. I don’t want a lecture telling me that we’re going to be bad parents." you groaned. He sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. "(Y/N) look at me," he said gently. Lifting up your arm you turned your head a bit and looked up to see him looking down at you lovingly. “First of all, they’re not going to hate you." he said matter a factly. “You’re their daughter and even if they don’t agree with or like your decisions, they’re going to support you and be there for you regardless. Don’t worry about this, alright? It’s going to be okay." “I suppose your right," you sighed, placing your hand on your, not yet showing, stomach and rubbing in a circular motion. “Although they are going to be upset that we waited two months to tell them." you mumbled.

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