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Our Children

Sleepless Nights: 1

Harry's P.O.V.
I was woken up again by the sound of crying. I got up and looked at my bedside clock. It was 2:30. I groaned. 'Harry can you get the baby?' I heard Georgia mumble from underneath the covers.
'But - ' I started to complain.
'Harry, please. You've the one who's slept peacefully until now.' She said in the stern voice she used when she wanted to have her way. 'Ok,' I groaned.
i crept into the babies' room. Darcy was bawling her eyes out and Danielle was sucking what she thought was her thumb and fast asleep. I lifted Darcy out of the cot and tried calming her down. 'Shhh, baby girl. Come one. Please. Go back to sleep. Mummy and Daddy want to sleep, too. C'mon.' She looked up at me grumpily and carried on crying. Exhausted, I carried on cooing to her and trying to calm her down. I took her out of the bedroom and far away from Danielle in case she started crying, too.

I looked at the clock in the living room. It was 4:15 and Darcy had only just fallen asleep again. I out her safely back in her cot and climbed into bed, praying she or Danielle wouldn't wake up. Georgia turned around, surprisingly awake. 'Hazza, you're a great dad.'
'What did I do?'
'Harry! You stayed with her until she fell asleep. I can tell you were really tired, but you agreed to go.'
'Really tired? I'm more than really tired!'
'Exhausted, then. But the point is you really have a knack for calming them down. Last time Darcy cried it took me more that what it's taken you.'
'Well, I am just the best dad there is!' I joked.
'You certainly are at the top of my 'best dads' list.'
'you have a 'best dads' list?'
'No,' she giggled. I chuckled and we fell asleep, minutes later, and weren't woken up by the babies any more that night.

Louis' P.O.V.
The familiar sound of crying filled my dreams and eventually woke me up. I groaned and put my pillow over my head, covering my ears as I felt Eleanor get up and cross the room. We had James in the same room as is, making it impossible for us to sleep a full night. 'Why d' we 'ave th' baby in th' same roomasus?' I mumbled to Eleanor, who was trying to calm James down.
'Why do we what?' I sighed
'Why. Do. We. Have. The. Baby. In. The. Same. Room. As. Us.?'
'Oh. Louis, you know I just can't stand having him so far away! The other room is pretty much on the other side of the house!'
'True, but El, it's a nightmare!'
'You'll have to live with it until James is a little older, Lou.'

I woke up again with a start. Oh, shit. James again. That was the fourth time in the same night that he had started crying. Even for a loud baby like James it was weird. 'I dunno what's wrong with him,' Eleanor muttered, striding across the room again.
'Lou, come over here!' Eleanor called in a somewhat urgent tone.
'What? Eleanor if you want me to change his diaper again, I - '
'Its not that Louis, now come on!' I moaned and felt my way through the dark (haha the through the dark - love that sing) to Eleanor and the baby. 'Thank you for being decent, Louis, - ' I snickered loudly.
'Sorry.' I avoided her cold look. 'Carry on, I'm listening.'
'Lou, I think James is sick.'
'Sick?'
'Yeah, sick. Feel his forehead.' I felt his tiny little forehead. Indeed, it was a little warmer than it usually was. 'Hmm...'
'We should take him to the doctor's.'
'At this time?'
'Oh, yeah. Well, what time is it?'
'6, sweetheart. Nothing will be open yet.'
'Ok, then, we'll wait till the morning.' The first beams of light we're shining in through the window.
'I'm sure it's just a little cold. C'mon, get back into bed and we'll go in the morning.'
'OK, whatever you say.' She out James back in his cot and got into bed.

Liam's P.O.V.
I woke up and Emma's side of the bed was cold. Phoebe had probably woken up. Suddenly she came back in he room. 'You OK?' I asked as I noticed she looked upset.
'No, Liam, I am not OK. The baby has woken up twice and you've stayed asleep this whole time.'
'I'm sorry, I just - '
'Please help me when she wakes up. She's not just my responsibility!'
'i know that, but - '
'Stop making excuses!' Her voice was raising.
'I'm not! Please don't shout, you'll wake the baby again. Look, I'm sure you are just so tired you can't handle any more. Go to sleep and if Phoebe wakes up I'll take over.' She agreed and went into bed. Suddenly the baby started crying. And I had no idea what to do.