Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 3

Niall's POV

While Zayn drove us home from the hospital, the car was completely silent. I just looked out the window while Zayn focused in the road. All around us the snow was melting, but to me it ment something different. To me, while the snow was melting, it was uncovering my past and secrets. I just wasn't ready for those to be revealed.

I knew I had to tell Zayn when we got home, but I was seriously not looking forward to it. It wasn't because the babies weren't Zayn's. I was because I slept with his best friend. I guess I felt like he would hate me or get mad at me, even though I did it when I didn't know him. Hell, I didn't know anything of them!

Zayn parked outside the house, but just sat there. He looked straight ahead and sat in the car. I looked over his body and saw how thin he was. He had a huge bruse on the side of his head from when he passed out and his brown eyes looked tired. I undid my seat belt then gracefully climbed over to where he was, and straddled him. He looked at me with question, but rested his hands on my hips nonetheless.

I leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss, just to show him I loved him and that he was fine. I knew something was wrong in that pretty mind of his and I just wanted to show him it would be alright. He kissed me back slowly and slipped his hand under my shirt so he could run his fingers over my skin.

I pulled away from the kiss and pecked his lips just one more time then looked into his eyes for him to tell me what's wrong. He leaned forward and kissed me again. He let out a deep breath while he sat back in his seat.

"We better get the babies inside." He whispered to me. I nodded, but neither of us made a point to move from our position. We just stayed there looking at each other, searching for something in the others eyes.

"Why aren't we talking?" He asked me with a sadness creeping into his voice.

"Maybe we don't need to any more. But, I know you need to so you can tell me what's wrong. I'm not moving until you tell me." I told him and pecked his lips. A small smile showed on his lips and his fingers ran up my sides an back down to my hips.

"I guess I just have a few things I want to tell you, but don't know how you'll take it. I'm sure you'll take it well, but I'm scared that if you know I'll lose you. I can't have that ever happen." He whispered to me like if he said it any louder things would be too real. I opened the door and climbed out of the car, offering him my hand. He took it and we both got one baby from the back seat.

While we laid both our children, that's what they are no matter what, down in their cribs I saw Zayn looking over Aliyah with his eyebrows scrunched. I walked over to him and saw that his beautiful fingers were playing with a little piece of curly hair on the side if her head. I was about to just blurt out the kids were Harry's, when she decided to yawn and start opening her eyes.

"Look, she's going to open her eyes for us." Zayn whispered to me and watched the baby slowly open her eyes. I held my breath hoping they would be blue or anything but green so I could tell Zayn before he found out this way.

Aliyah blinked one more time before he big bright green eyes looked up at Zayn. Even as young as she is, I can tell that she knew she was looking at her dad. Maybe not blood, but it was her dad.

Zayn's eyes stayed looking at her until he looked up at me with his brown eyes glossed over with tears and a fake smile on his face.

Zayn's POV

As I looked at Aliyah, I knew exactly who the father was. That secret DNA test I took behind Niall's back of me and the twins, was completely worthless. I didn't understand how this could happen. I didn't know how my best friend could have done this, been the one to walk out on Niall, been the one to get to have babies with Niall and not even know it. He was in fucking goddamm America when Niall was pregnant!

I looked up and Niall with the tears I felt growing thicker and thinker in my vision. I gave him a smile,l even though I was in allot of pain and shock, then reached my arms out to pull him into my own. I needed him in my arms for as long as he would let me.

I knew Harry better than anyone, and I knew how much he wanted to be a dad. I knew how much he obsessed over babies and children because he so desperately wanted his own. Now he has two of them and I know he will want to be their dad. I'll be thrown to the side as some man that took in a pregnant teenager, fell in love with him then was pushed to the side while the real dad steps in. I'm nothing to these babies. Not anymore, no matter how much I talked to Niall's stomach while they were in there or even the fact I was the one that delivered them isn't even enough to keep me as their dad.

I sobbed into Niall's shoulder as my mind was telling me I had just lost the little family I loved more than I loved my own life. I would sacrifice anything for them to have what they need and to be safe. I would do anything for them, but I knew Harry would too and that's the man I'll be competing with. I don't stand a chance though.

Harry's this charming guy, that lights up a room when he talks and melts just about everyone's hearts with those dimples and big innocent green eyes. Then there's me... People fucking lock their car doors when I walk past them in a parking lot. People get scared that I'll mug then or kill them just because I have dark skin, covered in tattoos and brown eyes that no one can read. Don't even get me started on the fact I'm Muslim....

"Niall." I choked out through my sobs. I couldn't control my feelings for the first time in front of Niall. He just held me as tight as he could and rubbed his hands up and down my back. I just wanted to be part of his little family, I didn't want to be replaced by my best friend. I wanted Niall, Christopher and Aliyah to all want me in their lives. I loved them all so much that I couldn't imagine losing one of them, much less all of them.

I was there when the babies kicked for the first time, I was there when Niall woke up in the middle of the night for cookie dough ice cream, I was there when both those babies took their first breaths. I did all the things dad's do, not Harry. Harry only did one thing that made him a dad, and that's the fun part. I've been there for the tears, yelling, pain, fears everything that's not so much enjoyable, but I loved every second of it because I wanted to have a family with Niall. I wanted it and now it's been taken away.

"Zayn, calm down. I need you to take some deep breaths and clam down. You're still not fully recovered from your concussion, and the doctor said it was bad to put strain on your head. Look at me!" Niall yelled at me pulling my head with both his hands to look at him in the eyes. He had tears running down his face as well and that's what made me stop my painful sobbing.

"You're alright, okay? Everything is still the same for our family Zayn. Our children. Ours. Nothing has changed. I still love you so, so much. Our babies still get happy to hear your laugh and voice when you sing to them. Our babies love their daddy. Probably more than they even love me. They just use me for food and a house for nine months, they thought they were sneaky with that whole plan but I caught on." He told me with a smirk growing on his face. As he joked, I felt my pain leave my chest just a little bit.

"I can still be their dad?" I asked him shyly. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately, hid hands gripping my hips to pull me flush against him. We continued to kiss, ignoring the salty taste from our tears.

"You'll always be their dad, just like you'll always be the love of my life. And maybe, when I'm older and have gone back to school, we can have babies that look like you. I promise I want that more than anything Zayn, the same way I want you to be these two babies father." I started crying again at his words and kissed him with all the love I felt for him.

He grabbed my hand, after looking at both the babies that were content in their beds, then pulled me out of the room. I followed him until we were at our bedroom and he  turned to me and kissed my lips.

"Can I show you how much I love you?" He asked me with a small blush on his cheeks. I smiled fondly at him and wiped the rest of my tears. I kissed him sweetly then looked back at him, kissing the tip of his nose to make him giggle.

"I love you so, so much." I whispered to him and he answered just the same, pulling me into the our bedroom where I knew love would definitely be shared.

A/N: well Zayn knows... So how do you all feel about top!niall????? Kinda want to try it next chapter, tell me what you think. I'm starting dedications for people that comment and vote, so be sure to do that!!!! Hope you guys are liking the sequel so far! Comment / Vote!
                                 - Bri;)