Luckily, my morning sickness only lasted until week six, just two weeks after I found out about the baby. I still craved strawberries, but also blackberries, because of the blackberry bush at the bottom of the garden, which was just beginning to stop growing the blackberries. Occasionally Alfie would catch me sitting in a chair by the bush, picking them off slowly and rhythmically and eating them.
"Oh, Zoe, not again..." He sighed. "The baby is going to have a deep-seated hatred for fruit at this rate."
I gave him a stubborn glare. "His name is Harry. And I'm teaching him to eat fruit from a young age."
"Okay... One, we don't know if it's a boy, two, I prefer Elijah Raphael, and three, minus thirty-four weeks old is stretching it when you say "A young age". You'll make yourself sick."
I stared at him again. "Alfieeee... What is the date?"
"Fourth of December 2014."
"What is your name?"
"Alfie Deyes."
"What is our baby?"
"A little boy."
"And what is his name?"
Alfie muttered under his breath. "Elijah Raphael."
"Alfieeee?"
He sighed. "Harry Gabriel."
I nodded, satisfied. "Remember that."
Sorry, guys, short one, but a lot of crazy and weird things have happened recently, and awildannaappears and kitkat1135 will vouch for that! I also tend to bulk upload and bulk write, so sorry if the uploading is a bit erratic. Kisses! Xx
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Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction
FanfictionAlfie and Zoe are getting married. Four weeks after the wedding Zoe finds out she is pregnant. Week by week, Zoe and Alfie prepare for the birth and what will come afterwards...
