"Flight nine-eight-nine to Doncaster is now boarding. Please report to terminal one, gate twenty-one. Flight nine-eight-nine to Doncaster is now boarding. Please report to terminal one, gate twenty-one. Thank you."

Louis helped his heavily pregnant husband, Niall, out of the chair, wrapping an arm around his waist. Niall seemed a bit off balance, but was fine after a second.

They walked over to the lines of people ready to board the plane. Very quickly, Niall's feet and back started hurting. He basically had to lean on Louis for support.

When they were in the plane, they had to find a place to sit. Niall managed to find a wing seat, sitting at the window. Louis sat in the middle seat next to him.

He grabbed Niall's hand, rubbing his fingers over Niall's knuckles. "Are you ready to go home?"

"More than ever. Me mum said she started setting up the birthing stuff," he said, rubbing his bump.

"That's good," Louis said. He lowered himself so he was next to Niall's belly. "We'll have you in our arms soon, little one."

The baby kicked where Louis' lips met with Niall's belly. "I love you, too."

Their moment was interrupted by another person coming up to them. "Sorry. Is this seat taken?"

"Nope. Go ahead," Louis said, motioning to the seat.

"Thanks." The man shoved his bag under the seat, taking out his phone. He snapped a few selfies. Louis watched as he posted them on Instagram, instantly recognising the username.

"Fake Liam Payne?" He asked. "You're Liam Payne? From the boyband, right?"

"Yeah. One Direction." He smiled.

"Awesome. I hear your music form time to time. It's really good."

"Thanks! It means a lot coming from a guy." The plane began moving, meaning take off was coming. "So what are your guys' names?"

Louis pointed to himself. "I'm Louis." He pointed to Niall. "And this is my husband, Niall."

Niall waved. "Hello!"

"Hi. And who's this?" He asked, friendly pointing at Niall's belly. "If you don't mind me asking."

"It's no problem," Niall started. He started rubbing his bump. "This is Neveah or Sebastian."

"I like those names," Liam said. "My boyfriend actually just had a baby."

"Oh that's cool. What's it like?" Louis asked, suddenly interested.

The plane began going faster down the runway, taking flight. "It's very cool. His labour was about three hours. Very quick."

"Cool. What's your baby's name?" Niall asked.

"His name is James." (I know I've used that name a lot but go with it)

"That's my middle name!" Niall said.

"No way, mine too!" Liam said.

Niall was about to speak but had the urge to use the bathroom. "Lou, do you think I could go to the loo?"

"Not now. We're taking off. Is it an emergency?"

"Really? You're asking a person nine months pregnant if it's an emergency?"

"Okay sorry. Let's see if we can let you go."

"You guys need something?" Liam asked.

"We're just trying to get him to the loo," Louis said, trying to get a flight attendant's attention.

"Here. Let me," Liam said, standing up. Louis got out after Liam, helping Niall out. "Niall and I will go."

"Are you sure?" Louis asked, a bit unsure.

"It's fine, Louis. I'll be fine," Niall assured.

"Okay. If you say so." Liam and Niall walked to the loo, only to be stopped by a flight attendant.

"Sorry, boys, but you have to sit back down. We're still taking off," she said.

"Can he please just use it?" Liam asked. "C'mon. He's going to have a baby soon. Just let him use it."

"I'm sorry but it's against the rules, sir." Liam approached the flight attendant.

"Look, lady. He's pregnant. Let him use it or I can have your airline sued."

"O-okay go ahead," she stuttered.

"Thank you." Liam helped Niall into the confined space, waiting outside for him. Finally, he came out, pulling his shirt over the bottom of his bump. "Let's go back."

"Thank so much, Liam."

"It's no problem."

Throughout the flight, Niall had to go to the loo several times. He went so much, that Liam and Niall switched places so they don't have to move every time.

Towards the middle of the 13 hour flight, Niall went yet again. Except this time was different.

He stood in the small bathroom, looking in the mirror. All of a sudden a release come from his lower region, water soaking his trousers. "Oh shit."

He had no idea what to do.

Walk back and tell Louis? No.

Call for him? No.

Get a flight attendant to do it? Perfect.

He opened the door carefully, relieved that there was an attendant close by. "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" She asked, coming closer.

"Do you think you could call for Louis Tomlinson?"

"What for?" Niall got a bit mad at that question.

"Say his husband needs him."

"Okay." She put on the overhead. "Can Louis Tomlinson please come to the lavatory in the front of the aircraft? Thank you."

Nothing happened. "Would you like me to get him for you?" She applied.

"That would be amazing." He pointed to there he sat. "He's sitting right there. Where the empty aisle seat is."

"I'll go get him." The attendant went to where the empty aisle seat was. "Hi is one of you Louis Tomlinson?"

Louis said, "That's me. Why?"

"It's your husband. He says he needs you."

Louis' eyes widened. "What? Is he okay?"

"I don't know. He's in the lavatory in the front." Louis shot up, running to the front of the plane. "Babe! Are you okay?"

"I don't know. All I know is that the baby wants out now," he said, breathing through a contraction.

"I don't know how to deliver a baby!" Louis freaked out.

"Don't freak out, Louis. Just help me. Please," he cried as pain ripped through his abdomen.

"Here. He can lay here. We have blankets and we can close the curtain," the flight attendant said. Louis helped Niall to the place made of blankets. The attendant closed the curtain so no one could see.

Niall clutched onto Louis' arm, crying at every contraction.

Finally, it was time to push. "Louis, I have to push."

"Um okay. We'll just-okay." Louis positioned himself at Niall's bum. The flight attendant handed him some gloves.

Niall bared down as a contraction came. He cried in pain. "Louis!"

"It's okay. I'm here. Keep pushing."

Niall kept pushing, yelling out with every push.

"That's it, Niall. Last push. Here it comes," Louis encouraged as Niall pushed for the last time. Louis caught the baby. "It's a girl!"

He quickly put the baby on Niall's chest. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

"You did so well, babe." Louis grabbed a towel, draping it over Neveah. "There we go."

"Look at her. She's so precious," Niall said, out of breath. "Hi, Neveah."

"We got contact with our closest city. They have emergency care. We're doing an emergency landing for you," the attendant informed.

"Thank you so much," Niall said, cradling his baby girl.

When they landed, Niall and the baby were put on a gurney and taken to an ambulance. They were rushed to the hospital.

Neveah was perfectly healthy weighing 8lbs, 2oz.

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