"Go Louis!" Harry yelled from the sidelines of Louis' football game. "Kick it!"

Louis ran down the field as Harry cheered. Louis kicked the ball, sending it into the goal. Harry cheered. "Yay Louis!"

Louis ran by, giving Harry a high-five, and running back onto the field. Louis continued to get goals, making Harry even more proud.

After the game, Harry drove them home where he made delicious sandwiches for lunch. "Thanks so much, Hazz."

"What for?" Harry asked. "You're my husband. It's my job to do this."

"This is why I love you." Louis leaned over the table, placing a kiss on Harry's lips, Harry instantly kissing back.

"I love you too."

*~A couple months later~*

"Har, you shouldn't come today. You're too sick," Louis said, rubbing Harry's back as Harry continued to vomit into the toilet.

"No. I'm coming. I've never missed a single game."

"It's okay, love. You're too sick. Stay home and get some rest so you can feel better for the next game."

"No, Louis! I'm coming! No arguments." Harry stood up, brushed his teeth, and walked out like nothing happened.

Louis rolled his eyes and followed without argument. Louis drove to his game instead of Harry because of his state of sickness, despite how much Harry was begging to drive.

When they arrived, Louis helped get a chair for Harry and put it on the sidelines. "Louis, I can still do things."

"I know but you're sick and it's my job to take care of you." Harry sat down, staring at Louis. "Don't look at me like that."

"Tomlinson! Let's go!" Louis' coach called.

"Oh I gotta go, baby. I love you."

"I love you too. I'll be watching." Louis leaned down for a kiss before running off with his team.

Half way through the game, Harry began to feel very nauseous. He ran to the locker room, right into the bathroom. He made it to the toilet just in time to throw up his breakfast.

Louis looked over to where Harry was supposed to be sitting, but he wasn't there. He ran off the field, right to his coach.

"What the hell are you doing, Tomlinson?! Get back on the field!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry, coach but I don't know where my husband is," Louis said, looking around.

"I don't care! Get back on the field!"

"Just substitute." Louis ran into the locker room, looking for Harry. "Harry?"

No answer. "HARRY?!"

"In here," came a small voice from the bathroom. Louis followed the voice into the toilet.

When he walked in, he saw Harry hunched over the toilet, throwing up all the contents of his stomach. Louis ran over, soothing him. "Baby..."

Harry leaned back on Louis. "I'm okay, Lou. It's probably a bug..."

"Harry, I'm going to take you to the hospital. I need to know what's wrong with you, baby."

"But, Lou... Your game..."

"Fuck my game. You're more important to me." Louis helped Harry stand up, taking him to the car.

"You should at least tell your coach you're leaving."

"Like I said, you're more important. He can go fuck himself."

*~At the hospital~*

"So, mister Tomlinson, can you tell me some of your symptoms?" The doctor asked, going to write something down.

"Well, these past few weeks, I've been sick in the mornings and I have constant headaches. I also have to go to the loo more than normal," Harry answered.

She finished writing and said, "Okay I'm going to have you take a urination sample in this." She handed him a cup. "Just bring it out here when you're done."

"Okay." Harry quickly peed in the cup and gave it to the doctor. She went to test it while Harry and Louis sat patiently in the room.

When she came back, she had a piece of paper that had results. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine."

"Then what was causing this?" Louis asked.

"I was just getting there. Congrats, mister Tomlinson, you're three weeks pregnant."

Harry was completely surprised. "I'd like to schedule a sonogram appointment for when you're twelve weeks."

Harry just nodded. He checked out, scheduling an appointment. The entire way home, he didn't say anything, but in the inside, he was overjoyed. He always wanted a baby.

*~6 months later~*

"Can I pleeeaaasssseeee come to your game, Lou?" Harry begged. Louis was refusing to let Harry go to his game because he was just about to his 7 month mark and he didn't want anything happening. Even though he was still a couple months away from giving birth.

"No, Hazza. I don't want anything to happen to you or our little peanut," he said, rubbing Harry's swollen belly. "It's my job to keep my boys safe."

"C'mon, Lou. I promise I'll just sit on the sidelines. I'm not doing anything crazy." Harry pouted.

"Okay fine. It's too hard to say no to that face," Louis said, finally caving.

"I love you Lou!" Harry kissed Louis.

"I love you too Hazz."

*~1 hour into the game~*

Louis looked over at the spot where Harry was supposed to be sitting, but he wasn't there. Louis panicked, running off the field.

He didn't even bother with his coach. He ran into the locker room, calling for Harry. He had a major déjà vu moment.

"HARRY!" He called.

"I'm right here," Harry said, walking out of the loo. Louis ran over.

"Are you okay, baby? Is peanut okay?"

"We're fine, Louis."

"What were you doing?"

"You know, when you're seven months pregnant, you tend to use the bathroom every so often. Or more like every five minutes."

"Oh. I'm sorry for freaking out. Let's go back." Harry and Louis walked back to the field, Louis going to play.

*~2 months later~*

"Louis, you're doing it again," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"I don't care. We're not going." Louis crossed his arms as well. "I'm not taking any risks, especially now."

"Lou, we need to go! This is the biggest game of the season."

"Like I said, I don't care. We need to stay home in case you go into labour. The field is too far away from the hospital."

"Lou, I'm not going into labour. My belly doesn't hurt a single bit. Well, you know, like contractions hurting."

"Wait, your belly hurts?" Louis said, rubbing his hands down Harry stretched skin.

"Well, that's only because it's holding a big baby, but that's all. I've been feeling like this for four months." Harry put his hand on a spot where his son kicked hard. "Anyways, we're going. You need to be there for your team, Lou."

"I know but you're more important to me."

"Louis, you need to chill. The baby is just fine and so am I. It would make me so happy to come see you."

"Okay fine. But if anything and I mean ANYTHING happens, we are leaving."

"I know. Now let's go, I don't want you to be late." Harry grabbed Louis' bag, beginning to walk towards the door. Louis cut him off.

"I'll take this." He began taking the bag off Harry's shoulder, but Harry stopped him.

"No I wanna carry it."

"Baby, it's too heavy and you're already carrying our baby. Now give it to me." Harry pouted while handing the bag to Louis. "Thank you."

The whole car ride, Harry stared out the window, holding his baby bump.

*~At the field~*

"... And tell me if you go anywhere. Even the bathroom," Louis told Harry.

"Yes I know, Lou. Now get out on the field. Baby boy and I are just fine," Harry said as he pushed Louis into the field. "Good luck, Lou."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

*~90 minutes later~*

Niall had been substituted out of the game so he stood next to Harry, watching the game.

All of a sudden, Harry bent over and groaned which caught Niall's attention. "Harry? Mate? Are you okay?"

Harry groaned again. "Please get Louis' attention. The baby's coming."

Niall's eyes widened. "Oh my god! Okay I'll get Louis over here." He went down on his knees, rubbing Harry back while yelling for Louis.

Unfortunately, it didn't get his attention. "Harry, I'm going to go get Louis. I'll be right back."

Harry nodded and Niall stood up, running to the middle of the field. "Niall? What are you doing? Are you subbed back in?"

"No. Harry needs you. He's in labour."

"What?!" Louis ran off the field, Niall following. They both ran right to Harry who was still leaned over. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"Lou..." He moaned. "The baby's coming."

"Okay we're going to the hospital, okay. C'mon." He helped Harry off the chair and they began walking. Well, Harry was waddling. Niall ran ahead, holding the door to the locker rooms.

When they reached the locker rooms, Harry stopped, leaning against a chair that was in there. "Lou..."

"C'mon, baby. I know it hurts but we need to get to the hospital."

"I... can't make it," he groaned. "The baby's coming right now."

"Baby, we have to go."

"Louis, the baby's head is coming out right now!" He cried. "Louis!"

"Okay we'll have the baby here then." He helped Harry sit on the floor, leaning against the lockers. He pulled Harry's trousers down to reveal the top of the baby's head. "Niall, go get me some towels and scissors. Also, my bag."

"On it." Niall ran off to get some towels, scissors, and Louis' bag.

"Agh!" Harry cried.

"Just push, babe. Our baby's coming." Niall came running in with all of the supplies. "Can you go lock all the doors to the locker room? I don't want anyone coming in here."

"Course."

Louis kept one hand over the baby's head, that was coming out quicker now, while he grabbed a towel from the pile. He took the towel, laying it under Harry's bum.

"Louis!" Harry screamed as the baby's head slid out. Louis supported its head with one hand while the other rubbed Harry's thigh.

"His head is out, love. You're almost done." Niall came running back. "Niall, please help him."

"Okay." Niall sat behind Harry, laying Harry back on his lap. "You're doing great, Harry."

Harry cried as he sat up and pushed again. He flopped back on Niall's lap, panting hard. "Good, job, baby. Our baby's almost here."

Harry sat up again, pushing as hard as he could. He sat back as he was relieved of all pain. Louis held up their baby in his arms. "He's here, baby."

Harry held his arms out and Louis placed their son in his arms. He let out his first cry as Harry brought him to his chest.

"Jasper William Tomlinson."

There was all of a sudden a knock at the door. Louis wiped his hands and got up to answer it while Niall stayed with Harry and the baby.

It was the paramedics. "Oh right in here." Louis led everyone to Harry's location.

The paramedics began taking care of the baby while Harry was asked several questions and delivered the placenta.

"Okay, so would you like to carry the baby to the ambulance or us or someone else?" One paramedic asked.

"Um my husband." The paramedic nodded. "Louis!"

Louis came over. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Will you carry Jasper to the ambulance?"

"Of course. Just hold him for a second." The paramedics held Jasper while Louis pulled something out of his bag.

He slid it over Jasper's head and over his body. Louis smoothed it out to reveal one of his jerseys. Harry smiled at the sight. "Perfect."

He took Jasper in his arms and carried him to the ambulance.

Everyone was loaded up into the ambulance and they headed to the hospital.

*~2 weeks later~*

"But Jasper wants to see your game..." Harry pouted, bouncing the baby a bit.

"I don't think so, Hazza. He's only two weeks old. He has plenty of time to come see my games."

"But I've never missed a game. Please, Lou."

"Only if you promise to keep him safe."

"Of course I'll keep him safe. I wouldn't ever let anything happen to him."

*~3 years later~*

"Papa! I'm excited for you game!" (A/N I purposely didn't put the 'r' in 'you')

"I am too, buddy! Are you and Daddy going to watch?" Louis asked, picking up his son.

"Tan I pway?" Jasper asked, playing with the hem of Louis' shirt.

"I don't think so, buddy. You need to make sure daddy doesn't do anything too crazy because he's carrying your baby sister. But we can play together when get back home. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah!"

*~after the game~*

Louis was about to make the last goal. It was game point and both teams were tied. If Louis could make the goal, then this team would win.

He kicked the ball, Harry and Jasper hoping it would be a goal.

It went in, right past the goalie. Harry and Jasper cheered as Louis' team crowded around him, chanting.

When it broke apart, Jasper and Harry went into the field to see Louis. Louis picked up Jasper as he approached. Harry came in slower, considering he was five months pregnant.

Louis wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. "Good job, love. We're all so proud of you."

"Thanks you guys, and girl." Louis put a hand on Harry's belly. "It means so much to me. I love all of you."

"We love you too."