Beside You [ZaynxLuke mpreg] *edited*

21

*1 month later*

*Zayn's POV*

I was four months pregnant now. Only a couple more weeks until I would find out the gender, and Luke had his break in a about a month. I didn't know if it was long enough for him to come visit me and Peighton, but I was hoping he would. I've missed him so much, and I think Peighton has warmed up to the idea of him being in our lives. I rolled over onto my back, having woken up just a few moments ago. I sighed, and that churning feeling in my stomach came in like a freight train. As fast as I could, I made a mad dash for the bathroom, barely making it before I saw last nights dinner again. As much as I loved the twins inside of me, I hated the symptoms that came with it.

I flushed the toilet when I was done, and brushed my teeth, hoping the morning sickness would end soon. I felt a cramp in my lower stomach, but I brushed it off as the babies growing a little or maybe moving around. I walked out of my room to go wake up Peighton. I had to take her into work with me because Liam was busy, Niall didn't know how to take of a kid, and Harry and Louis were trying to stay together without distractions before Louis got deployed again. It was always a beautiful sight walking into my daughters room with her sleeping like an angel and cuddling the little stuffed bear Luke got her before he left for tour. I shook her hoping she would wake up, but she had to have my sleeping habits.

"Peighton, come on baby it's time to wake up," I whispered in her ear and shaking her some more. I heard her grumble a little as she rolled over, looking at me with those bright blue eyes that looked so much like Luke.

"I don't wanna, daddy. Why can't I sleep?" She whined. I sighed and sat down on her bed, and she crawled into my lap, being very careful of my stomach that was starting to get bigger.

"Because daddy has to work today, and you have to go with him. Now why don't you go get dressed while I go make us breakfast okay?" She nodded and rushed off to her closet. I stood up, feeling another cramp in my stomach. I wasn't really worried, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was something serious. I pushed it to the back of my mind as I walked down the hall to the kitchen. I started working on the eggs for Peighton and some toast for me. I finished cooking as the little pitter patter of Peighton's feet rang through the house, make their way down the hallway to the kitchen.

"I ready daddy! See, I put my dress on myself!" She exclaimed with the biggest smile I've ever seen. I laughed and kissed her forehead, directing her towards the table with the food on it.

"Good job, love. Now daddy's gonna go get dressed now. I'll be back okay?" Peighton gave me a nod, and I head back to my room. I looked at the clothes I had in my closet, and internally groaned. I was going to need my maternity clothes now. As much as I hated them, they were the only comfortable clothing items I owned that didn't make my bump noticeable. I quickly changed, and I headed back out to the kitchen. I stopped when I entered, taking in how breathtakingly beautiful my baby girl was. She was going break some hearts when she's older.

I walked over to the table, and I gave Peighton a small kiss on the top of her head. She squealed and scrunched up a little. She handed me her empty plate than ran out of the room. I cleaned all the breakfast items, then searched the fridge for something we could have for lunch. We didn't have much, considering the foods that make me sick this time around are different from when I was pregnant with Peighton. I grabbed some left over Mac and cheese for her and some chicken we had couple of nights ago for me.

"Daddy! I ready!" Peighton yelled from the living room. I rushed into my room to go out my shoes on and to grab my work bag. I put some toys in it too so Peighton didn't get to bored while I had to work. I ran back into the living room, and I stuck out my hand for Peighton to grab. We went out the car, and I buckled her in with less of a fight than normal. I made my way through London traffic, I tried not to let my hormones get the better of me. Liam said I got really bad road rage when I was pregnant, and this time I had little ears in the car.

I finally pulled up to the building that did every photo shoot of every celebrity that cam to the UK. I quickly got Peighton out of the car, and we made our way up to the floor I was working on. I walked into the room that was marked for the photo shoot I was styling for, and I was pleasantly surprised at who it was. Standing in the corner was Taylor Swift, who looked like she rolled out of the grave. Nothing against her, it just looked like she wasn't to happy to be awake. She looked over to the door, and she smiled slightly at me and Peighton.

"Hello. I guess you're gonna be my stylist today." I nodded, and I sat Peighton down on one of the chairs in the room. I pulled out some toys for her to play with, and soon she was in her own little world, babbling about princesses or something.

"I guess I am. Sorry about Peighton here. I didn't have a babysitter for today. All my usuals were busy," I said, walking over to the clothing racks in the room.

"No, it's okay. She's really cute. Is she your niece?" Taylor asked, putting her phone in her pocket.

"Um, no. She's my daughter," I said, pulling out some high wasted shorts and a red tank top with a black leather jacket on top. "So what's the shoot for today?"

"Oh, sorry, I'd didn't know, and it's for Seventeen magazine and then maybe some album covers since my label wants me to start working on that," She explained, taking the clothes from me to go change behind the screen. "So, does she have a mom that gave you full custody, or was she adopted?" She asked.

"Um, she's fully mine," I hesitated, "and my boyfriends." Taylor came out from behind the screen with a confused look on her face. "I gave birth to Peighton. It's a really weird and long story, but she's my little princess."

"Awww, that's cute. So, who's your boyfriend?" She asked as I started fixing some things on the outfit. I stepped back to admire my work, then went to find some shoes that matched.

"Um, Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer. We knew each other from a while ago, obviously, and we just recently got back together." I held up some red Keds and white Converse for her to chose from.

"Well, that's cute, and the Keds. I like those better." I handed her the shoes, and she slipped them on then checked the outfit in the full length mirror. "Wow. You're really good at this."

"Thanks, and yeah they make the outfit look better. You're good for now. I'll pick out some more outfits for when you need to change." I said, searching through the racks again. I heard the door open then close, signaling that she left the room. I felt a cramp again, but this time it hurt more than they ones from this morning did. I still didn't think much of it, but I didn't know what was causing the cramps. I thought they were a normal part of the pregnancy, but the cramps were hurting almost as if they were Braxton hicks. I shook it off, pushing it to the back burner again. I was finally having a good day, and I didn't want it ruined with stupid cramps.

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Hi...I started typing this around 11 this morning, and I just finished. The picture was my backyard from this morning. Two weeks in a row we've had snow days, but last week was worse. We missed two and a half days of school...it was fantastic. The picture also proves that it does actually get cold in Texas.

Anyways, I had UIL last night, and WE GOT SWEEPSTAKES WHICH MEANS WE FREAKING FANTASTIC EVEN IF WE FUCKED UP ON STAGE A LITTLE BIT!! (I'm in orchestra btw). So, that's over and we can finally relax now. UIL season is the most stressful time in the school year...it's worse than finals.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you so much for reading, and I love you guys so much!
~Rachel