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Frantically throwing whatever he could into the bag, Louis yelled, “Harry, do you need headphones?”
Not waiting for his response, Louis packed them anyway and hurriedly made his way downstairs. There he found Harry, spatula in hand.
“The fuck? What’re you-?”
“Baking.”
“Are you taking the piss? Our daughter is being born right now and you’re baking?"
“Gemma just started contractions. There’s time. Baby can’t have a birthday without cake.”
*****
Juniper Johannah Styles was born exactly six hours later. Sitting atop her fresh-baked cupcake was a number “0” candle.
“Happy birthday, Baby,” Louis whispered.
Together, they blew out the candle.