Carrier

Cookies and Strawberries

"Liam, wake up love," Zayn's whispers in my ear make me feel like I may be dreaming for he can not possibly be in bed with me. "Wake up beautiful. You need to eat," he continues to whisper his hand running over my abdomen his lips running over the skin of my neck to my shoulders and chest.

"Mmmm...a few more minutes," I yawn snuggling close to his bare chest and barreling further into the silky sheets.

"No, breakfast is ready and it's already noon. Come on beautiful get up," Zayn pulls my covers away from me making me whine. I give in though stretching before letting him pull me into a sitting position.  "You're putting on a little belly weight," he points out to me making me look down at my belly as I stand up. My stomach defiantly has a little more blubber to it. It even sticks out a little, but it doesn't look like a baby bump it just looks like fat. 

"I don't like it. It just looks like I'm getting fat. I had to have put on like eight pounds in the past week," I pout poking at the flabby skin.

"Liam, it looks fine. Your going to be putting on weight and for another month or two it's just going to look like fat, but the more your belly grows we know that our baby is healthy. Now come on we need to get some food in your belly. You ate nothing last night and need to make up for that now," he orders pulling my hand away from my belly as I continue to poke at it. 

He keeps my hand in his as he leads me down the stairs to the kitchen. On the dinning room table is a bowl of scrambled eggs, a pile of pancakes, toast, sausage and cut up fruit.

"No bacon of course," he smiles at me as we both settle into our seats.

"Aw you remembered thank you otherwise I fear I might have thrown up," I admit settling as he begins to pass around the dishes. I guiltily throw three pancakes on my plate along with filling the bowl next to my plate all the way up with fruit. Along with a small pile of eggs on my plate and two pieces of toast. 

"I did call Dr. Ada this morning. She said I should keep an eye on you for the next couple of days to make sure you eat okay and stay hydrated. If there are any complications she said to bring you into her office. How are you feeling today?" he asks as I start to nibble away at a piece of toast.

"I feel okay today. I do have a headache, but other than that I feel okay and a couple of days? You talk like I'm going to be staying," I grin at him playfully.

"Like I've said before I'm not taking you home," he grins at me playfully winking at me.

"I could always call Niall, or one of the other lads," I challenge him wondering what he will say.

"I'll take your phone." 

"I could walk."

"That's a long walk and it would be pretty stupid walking the streets by yourself. Somebody would drag you into their car before you even get the chance to make it down my street, not to mention I'm not going to let you any where near one of those doors."

"So I'm your prisoner?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him.

"No, but if you want to be I'm sure I can find a set of handcuff," he grins at me making my cheeks turn red.

We spend the rest of the meal chatting about nonsense and cracking up laughing at old jokes. 

"What are you doing?" he asks as I carry dishes over to the sink as he loads the dishwasher. 

"Helping you take care of dishes," I reply setting the dishes down as I put left overs away sneaking another strawberry piece. This is defiantly my craving right now. I already picked out more than half of the strawberries in the mixture he had made.