Louis P.O.V

"I've got a brother. I've got a brother. I've got a brother, hey, hey, hey, hey." Kayden sang as she skipped around the room. We all laughed as she has been doing this repeatedly for the past twenty minutes.

"I think she is taking it well." Harry said to me quietly.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'd say so." I smiled.

It still feels weird knowing that I was in a coma for three and a half weeks. It also feels weird knowing that I was pregnant and had no idea for nine months. Harry and I had a really long talk about it with the doctor because I had so many questions. When talking about it, I finally realized I had ignored so many signs.

"I just don't understand. I'm not some obese person. How did I go to full term without any idea I was pregnant?!" I asked the doctor.

"As I explained to your mother, Mr. Tomlinson, when your c section was performed, they found that the baby was very close to your back. Therefore, you did not have any kind of baby bump." He explained. "However, I'm sure you had some symptoms but just didn't think they were from a pregnancy."

I sat there for a second thinking when it finally dawned on me.

"Oh my god. I am such an idiot!" I said out loud to no one in particular. Harry looked at me questioningly. "Dr. Wolford wanted to do an ultrasound when I had what I thought was stomach bug. I had to go pick Kayden up from school because she was sick so I just blew it off." I told him.

Harry frowned at me. "Lou you should really learn to listen to your doctor."

I waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. One time he was right." I said. "There was also the weird cravings, like mashed potatoes on pizza. And I was really tired but I just thought that was because I was so busy all the time." I didn't want to tell Harry, but the fact that I didn't know makes me feel like a bad parent. I didn't even know my baby was inside my own body.

"When do you think we conceived?" He asked thoughtfully.

I tried to count back nine months and think about what we were doing then. It was around the same time as the Aubree Rayne dilemma, where she tried to tell people Kayden was her daughter. The thought still makes my blood boil. Then it hit me.

I face-palmed. "That party. The one Zayn invited me to. We were really drunk. We probably forgot a condom." I mumbled.

Harry thought for a second and then smirked, probably remembering as much as he could of that night. "Yeah that sounds about right."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Well, he is here now, and he is healthy. That's all that matters."

Harry and the doctor both nodded.

I was really nervous about telling Kayden. I didn't want her to think that we sent her away so we could have a new baby. Luckily, she didn't think that at all. As soon as we told her she beamed and started skipping around the room singing her song.

The doctor walked in the room to check on my progress. As soon as he walked in, Kayden spoke.

"Hey you!" She said to him. He looked at her questioningly. "That's my brother!" She said pointing at Jax.

The doctor laughed. "I'm sure you will be a fantastic big sister." He told her and she smiled. "I need to check on your daddy though okay?" She nodded and walked over to Jax's baby cart. "How are you feeling today Louis?" He asked me.

"Getting better every day." I told him. "Even better now that I have my princess back with me." I glanced at Kayden and she smiled brightly and blew me a kiss.

"That's good to hear. I've gotten a fantastic review from your physical trainer." He said. "She agreed to clear you to go home in a few days as long as you promise to continue your therapy back in England."

The thought of being able to go home made me light up. "I promise!" I said quickly. Everyone in the room laughed.

The doctor completed his evaluation and told me that he would put it in my chart that if I could walk the entire length of the hallway without needing the walker on Thursday, I could go home. Being as today is Monday, it gives me something to work at. I was determined to get down that hallway.

I worked really hard at my therapy and by the time Thursday came, everyone stood patiently waiting for me to complete my required task. Little did they know, I already knew I could do it. My therapist and I had practiced walking every time that no one was around. I didn't want them to see how well I was doing because I wanted to surprise Harry. I had never worked so hard at something in my life.

"Harry, babe. Can you go to the end of the hallway for me? Gives me some motivation."

He smiled and nodded. When he got down to the end of the hallway, I stood up. I took a few steps that looked a little shaky but then I looked up at Harry and smiled. I stopped walking slowly and walked as I normally would. At first he looked confused, but then his eyes lit up. I ran the rest of the short distance and leaped into his arms. He caught me immediately.

"Louis!" He shouted "How the hell?"

I chuckled. "We have been practicing without you." I said innocently.

I pulled my head back to look at him and he smiled brightly, leaning forward to give me a soft kiss. He went to put me down but my legs immediately felt weak.

"Woah. Are you okay?" He said when he realized I was having trouble standing.

"He's fine. Just an idiot." My therapist said jokingly. "We didn't practice running. He just overworked his legs. Give them a few minutes."

We did as she said and ten minutes later I was standing again. I had to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to be completely back to normal right away. It was tough, not being able to walk for longer than ten minutes at a time without getting exhausted. However, I was going to continue to work at it and be back to my athletic'ish self as fast as I can.

Within an hour, my discharge papers were signed and I was leaving the hospital with Jax in my arms. It felt so good to get out of that place. I had seen the pictures of my accident online so I knew how lucky I was to still be alive, my son as well.

We went to the hotel everyone had been staying at and Harry informed me that he booked us all a flight home the next day. It was really a relief to be able to go back to our home, however I quickly realized we didn't have anything for Jax.

"Harry. What about Jackson?!" I asked. "We don't have a nursery!"

He smiled softly at me and just told me not to worry about it. I didn't really know what he meant by that but I decided to let it go.

The day we arrived home, Harry and I were both exhausted. While we were at the hospital, we didn't have to wake up with Jax. He was in the NICU while we slept. However, back at the hotel, it was all on us. Harry was fantastic with waking up with him in the middle of the night, but I felt bad making him do everything so I tried to do as much as I could.

We walked into the house and Zayn, Perrie, Dan, and all of my siblings were there waiting for us. It was a surprise for me as I didn't know they would be there.

"Louis!" Zayn said as he engulfed me in a hug. "Thank god you're okay. Scared me half to death."

"I'm fine." I told him as I hugged him back. "I'm sorry you were worried."

Perrie laughed lightly behind him. "Worried is the understatement of the year. I swear he didn't sleep until Harry called and told him about you finally waking up." She said.

I frowned at the fact that he was losing sleep over me. I didn't want that for my best mate, or for anyone for that matter. After Zayn finally let go, Lottie walked over to me with tears filling her eyes.

"Lotts." I said sadly. I opened my arms and she ran into them, crying softly into my chest. "Don't cry love. It's okay. I'm alright." I whispered.

She sniffled and then smacked my shoulder lightly. "You ass." She said with a small laugh. "And you!" She turned and pointed at Harry. "If you ever make my brother upset like that again I will kill you. I don't care if you're my favorite stupid popstar or not!" She spat.

"Lottie." I warned but Harry stopped me.

"No Lou. It's okay. She's right." He said, honestly believing he was to blame for this. "If that happens again, I'll buy you whatever equipment you want to use to kill me." He told her. She tried to keep an angry face, but then smiled and laughed a little.

After everyone greeted me, crying and telling me how glad they are that I'm okay, the attention turned to the baby. Everyone was thrilled to meet the new little guy that no one knew existed. When Fizzy was holding Jax, Kayden standing by protectively, Harry grabbed my hand.

"Come with me." He whispered. "I have a surprise for you."

I looked at him questioningly but decided to just follow him. He held my hand and pulled me over to the stairs. He picked me up bridal style and carried me up them, then placed me back on my feet at the top. I smiled at him thankfully, knowing that climbing the stairs would have worn me out. We walked to one of the two guestrooms we had and I noticed the door was closed. He looked at me for a second and smiled before opening the door.

As soon as the door opened, I started to cry.

"When did this- How did- Who?" I sputtered, looking around the perfect nursery for Jax.

"Zayn and Dan did it for us. When I called them and told them about Jax, they said they wanted to help make our transition home easier." He explained. "Dan had the spare key your mom keeps so I sent them the money and they did it all for us."

I looked around the room absolutely shocked. It was perfect. I couldn't have done a better job if I designed it myself. It was a light teal with a surfer mural painted on the wall. I'm sure that was Zayn's doing. The crib set was a light colored wood and looked perfect against the color of the room. I looked in the closet and inside the dresser and changing table. It was completely stocked with everything I could possibly need.

"We need to go downstairs, now." I told Harry. He nodded and carried me back down the stairs. I immediately went over to Dan and Zayn.

"I cannot thank you two enough." I told them both. They both smiled lightly.

"Louis really, it was the least we could do." Dan replied.

"No. You didn't need to do that. It must have taken so much time." I said in disbelief, not knowing how they were able to do it.

Zayn shrugged. "It isn't like it wasn't worth it. The last thing you or Harry needed to worry about was being unprepared." He said simply.

I smiled brightly and pulled them both into a hug. "Thank you." I whispered.

As I pulled away, I noticed Harry behind me. He looked at Dan and Zayn. "Really, thank you. It couldn't have come out better." He told them.

They both smiled, clearly happy with their work. The rest of the day was spent with the most important people to me. It was nice because everyone was helping with Jax and Kayden loved having everyone around. As it got late, everyone except for our mothers left. Harry put Kayden and Jax to bed and then the four of us sat down in the living room.

"So how is the wedding planning going?" Harry asked.

"Great." Anne said while my mom smiled. "It is in a little more than three months. September 28th." She confirmed and Harry and I both smiled.

"That sounds perfect. Where is it?" I questioned.

"We will take you there next week." My mom answered. "You will love it, trust me."

"I'm sure we will." I told her softly, grabbing Harry's hand.

Later that night as we were going to bed, Harry informed me that he needed to finish out his tour. I hated that he was going to have to leave us again, but I completely understood. His fans were really disappointed when everything had been postponed until further notice, but most cared more about my health. We also haven't announced that we had another child.

We spent the next day figuring out what to do about his tour dates so we could inform Liam. We figured out a way for him to be able to finish the entire thing within two months. It would be tiresome for him, but he wanted to complete it as soon as possible and get back home to our family. Everyone who had purchased a ticket had the option of getting a full refund, or their tickets changed to the new dates.

Two weeks later, Harry was packing to go finish out his tour. He had sat Kayden down and told her how important it is that she help me with Jax. My strength was getting better as I kept working at my physical therapy, however, taking care of a four-year-old and an infant was tough work. We decided it would be best to hire someone to help me while he was gone. I was hesitant about it, being as they are my babies and I'm over-protective, but Harry told me to just trust him. You can imagine my surprise when my new live-in nanny rang the doorbell and I opened the door to a very familiar face.

"Gemma!?"