One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

"Do you think it will be a boy or girl?" I asked Louis. We were on our way to my first check up, and we were goin to see if I'm having a boy or girl.

"I want a boy so I can train him to be the next football star." He drove with stars dancing in his eyes, and a goofy smile playing upon his lips. Most likely imagining about our future son, if it's a boy that is, winning the World Cup, or something of that nature.

I snapped him out of his daydream saying, "Hey, focus on the road dreamer boy. I don't feel like being driven into a ditch."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied now more paying attention to the road. I rolled my eyes at him quoting 'The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl'. Every since we watched it last night, he has been singing Dream and saying quotes.

"Plus how do you know it's a boy. It could very well as be a girl," I challenged even though I wanted a boy more. I mean with myself having both brothers and sisters I have come to the conclusion that a boy would be less of a hand full.

"I wouldn't mind a girl, it's just that I would prefer a boy."

"Of course." I turned to my left looking at the scenery of the city whizzing by. The rest of the car ride was silent beside Louis humming along to the radio.

After a couple more minutes of driving, Louis parked car in front of the huge doctor's office building. It's reflective surface distorting our reflection as we walk by it. We walked through the revolving doors into the lobby, and to the receptionist.

"We're here for an appointment under Tomlinson," Louis told the lady behind the counter.

"Uh-huh," she replied whilst looking at her computer. "Yes, Dr. Grant will be with you momentarily." She looked at us as if we were the gum on the bottom of her shoe. Of course I understand how weird it is for someone with our age difference let alone our age to be here for an OB/GYN, but she still no right without knowing the situation.

After waiting about fifteen minutes in the slightly crowded waiting room, we were called to the back, and lead to one of the exam rooms by a nurse.

"There is just one more patient ahead of you so the doctor will be seeing you in little bit," she said sending a genuine smile our way whilst leaving out the room.

"So we leave the waiting room to wait in another room," Louis huffed as he plopped down in a seat, but not before helping me onto the examination table.

"Yea, and did you see the way that receptionist was looking at us," I said looking at my feet dangling off the side of the table. I personally didn't mind fueling his little tirade in need of some entertainment.

"I know right. You would have thought we were some type of juvenile delinquents, or something." All I could was laugh, and shake my head at him.

As the nurse had promised, Dr. Grant came in with his head held high, and shoulders back. His tan looked almost fake, brown orbs forming his face real well, and finishing off his wise look were the white streaks in his hair.

"How are you lot this fine day?" he asked as he put on some rubber gloves. Louis and I both stifled out a 'good'. "Okay then, why don't you just lye back, and lift up your shirt half way." I did as I was told as the doctor turned on the monitor.

"Now the gel will be cold," he warned, and squeezed the blue goo onto my lower abdomen.
The cold making me flinch. Louis chuckled which earned him a glare from me.

Dr. Grant ran the scope along my bump eventually stopping when the picture on the screen was somewhat clear.

"And that is your baby." I basically sat gob smacked. I know the baby practically looks like some weird blob, but I couldn't help shed a few tears of happiness for unborn child.

"Would you like to know the sex of your baby?" Dr. Grant asked.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed nodding my head up and down.

"Congratulations you two, you're having a baby boy." I probably looked like a retard with this big smile on my face.

Louis broke me from my trance kissing me on my and saying, "I told you." I just rolled my eyes at his shenanigans, and took the napkin Dr. Grant handed to me to wipe myself up then pulling my shirt back down. The doctor left the to print off some pictures of our baby for us, and others.

"So are you happy that you get your football star?" I asked sitting up facing back to him.

"Happy? I'm ecstatic!" he boasted with that same look on his face from when we were in the car. Before I could add anything to the conversation, Dr. Grant was back with six photos in in his handing he promised, and some pamphlets. I kept the one with words labeling the different parts of the baby, and gave the rest to Louis.

"I want to give you these, " the doctor said handing me pamphlets. "They will help you through your pregnancy. Of course you can still get some books for your own comfort." I nodded my head going alone with what he said as I skimmed through each pamphlet.

"There's also the subject the birth. What is your route with this, home or hospital?" I looked up from my reading to Louis since I personally didn't know myself.

"She's going to have our baby at Doncaster Royal Infirmary."

"That's good, and as you see written on this picture is the fact that your babies head is more on the larger side." Louis let out a small chuckle at the news, weird child. "You will most likely have to have a Caesarean section due to this fact." It didn't surprise me any. All babies in my family had large heads including myself.

"And if there aren't anymore questions you are free to go."

"No we're fine," Louis said as he helped me off the table. I put the picture I had in the pocket of my jumper, and we left out of the doctor's office back out into the cold of November. And onto Louis and Harry's flat.

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