"You ready, love?" I ask with a smirk, one of my hands is rested on your protruding baby bump and the other holding the string of the helium balloon while I stand behind you.

We're currently in the second trimester of your pregnancy, you're 18 weeks now which means we're able to find out the gender. I'm personally rooting for a baby girl, I think I was born to be a girl dad, but I know I'll love them either way.

Everyone is watching us in anticipation, all of our friends and family. I can see Niall standing with Amelia, he's bouncing on his feet in the corner of my eye, clearly excited to become an uncle.

My hand, previously on your stomach, moves to rest over yours as you bring the pin closer to the balloon. "I love you" I whisper as if I don't already tell you that multiple times a day. What can I say? I only fall for you more and more.