Pregnant life was blissful. I had reduced my stress levels massively by temporarily closing my website, which meant that I could design without worry. When Harry was busy filming or working on some project or another, I would sit at my desk which Harry had set back up in the corner of his room, and draw and paper-cut to my hearts content.

I didn't have to rush any designs, so it meant that I could fully enjoy the process. In turn creating better and better designs than before. As I completed a piece I would scan it into my computer, then file it away. They would all come into use at a later date when I put the website live again.

When Harry wasn't working we would chill out together, go out with friends or just go and hang out at the sidemen house. I struggled at first with the lack of working, but we soon fell into an easy routine.

The pregnancy was going well, and our baby boy was growing everyday. With now just ten weeks to go until our due date, we had finally allowed ourselves to start buying things for him. His crib and pushchair were still boxed up in the dining room, and a little wardrobe had been built in Harrys room. It was slowly filling with more and more clothes as we and friends bought them, the shelves filling with bottles and blankets and bibs.

I had never seen having a baby as an exciting thing, never really sure if I wanted to have children. But this pregnancy had changed everything for me, and I couldn't not wait until the day I became a mother.

We had chosen a name for our little boy, but we hadn't told a sole. Whenever anyone asked, we just said we still had no idea. It was easier than them constantly asking us to tell them, and it was a surprise we wanted to keep.

We had also decided on godparents, but had yet to ask those people. Not because it was a big secret, but really just pure laziness.

'Harry, we really should sort out how we are gonna ask the godparents' I said looking up at his wonderful face, my head in his lap.

'Yeah, we probably should. Any ideas?'

And a plan was formed. We sat at Harrys desk in front of computer, placing several orders all of which would be ordered the following morning. All systems were go.

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The following morning, I dragged several parcels into the bedroom, shut the door and headed into the kitchen to grab breakfast. Freezy and Lux were both stood by the kettle bleary eyes, having not long woken up. We ate together, before the boys headed towards showers and I headed back to the bedroom.

Harry and I opened all of the boxes, setting eight little blue boxes on the bed with their lids off. We then filled then stuck a little note into the lid of each box, filled the boxes with tissue paper and blue booties, then put the lids back in place.

Harry piled them all into a large shopping bag and we were set.

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'WAGWAN' Harry yelled as we walked through the door into the Sidemen house, setting the bag down in the hallway and heading through to the kitchen to find the boys.

'All in the living room' Vik groaned through a mouthful of cereal.

We made a U-turn and headed into the living room, flopping down on the sofa with five of the boys.

'Where are Lux and Freezy? They left before us!' I laughed, resting my head on Josh's shoulder and tucking my feet under my bum. Then we heard the door go, Freezy shouting something and then their two faces appeared in the doorway.

All ten of us sat curled up in the living room drinking coffee for a good hour or so before Harry stood and went and retrieved the bag.

'Guys, we have got you all a little gift' Harry yelled as he headed back in our direction. He handed out the boxes to each of the boys, sat back beside me and told the boys they could open them.

As they were opened, realisation became evident on each of the boys faces one by one.

'Ahhh shit man! I promise I will try not to drop him' JJ said as he pulled me into a massive bear hug. 'It will be an honour.'

One by one all of the boys took it in turns to hug me and Harry, telling us that they can't wait, that it was a massive surprise that they didn't expect, or in Freezys case 'about bloody time you asked me!'

Our little lad would be incredibly lucky to have eight amazing god fathers.