Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction

Week Thirteen: Twitter and Typing

Hey guys! So, I'm claiming no copyright for this. I found the idea on @DramaticFreak's story Dan and Phil Imagines and added my own twist. Hope you enjoy!
"Look, Alfie, I'll be fine. The midwife said everything's okay with the baby and I can look after myself."
Alfie was going up to London for a few days and I couldn't come, because the midwife said I must rest for a few weeks. From Wednesday to Friday I would be alone, but I promised to tweet him while he was on the train.
Wednesday:
To: @Zozeebo: You're the one that I want!
To: @PointlessBlog: How long will I love you?
To: @Zozeebo: I need a hero!
Trending: #grease is the word, #gouldingreference, #helptheheroes

Thursday:
To: @Zozeebo: If you tell me no not giving up
To: @PointlessBlog: One night only! One night only!
To: @Zozeebo: Mine forever...
To: @PointlessBlog: Don't worry be happy!
Trending: #ripbobmarley, #TeamSatsRule, #dontgettooclose

Friday:
To: @PointlessBlog: Driving home for Christmas...
To: @Zozeebo: Baby I want you back!
To: @PointlessBlog: When I see you again
Trending: #wizkhalifarocks, #christmasroundthecorner, #lookingforlove

When he jumped off the train I was trying to be inconspicuous, huddled under a thick winter coat with my hair over my face and a wooly hat. We'd agreed that we would try to be unrecognizable in case someone saw us, and Alfie was in a jacket and headphones with his hair combed to look different. I knew who he was instantly, but a gaggle of teens that either didn't watch us or didn't care hurried past.
I jumped on him and squealed, holding the baby's teddy bear. When he saw it he pressed his hand to my cheek and asked if everything was OK.
"Fine," I laughed. " I just wanted to bring Harry to meet you."
We drove home, talking all the way. When we got in I shed my winter coat and Alfie's eyebrows shot up.
"What?" I looked at my top. No stain or mark.
"You mean you haven't noticed? Your bump!"
"I actually have one?" I hadn't checked in a couple of days. Sure enough, low down, there was a slight protrusion. I touched it tenderly. Suddenly the baby had more of an identity.
"Alfie, take a picture. Instagram's going to love this."
Instagram and Twitter did soon explode. My bump went viral in a few hours, with congratulations and a few belly pictures.
"I'm so glad you're home. Nala needs walking and I'm exhausted." I did puppy eyes like Nala and he gave in.
"And this, my dear, is why I married you."
While Alfie was out I reheated a lasagne (I know, but I was tired) and lit a few candles.
"Wow." Was the first remark when he entered with Nala. The table was decorated with flame and and lasagne. We fed Nala too and then concentrated on eating and, shortly after, watching TV.
"You know, I know we joke about hating each other, but I really do miss you."
"It's okay for you. You're effectively soaked in company with Nala and Harry."
"Yeah, because both of them can really talk about YouTube and babies at length."
"You know what I mean."
A few hours later we were curled up in bed when the fire alarm went off.
"Oh shoot. I forgot to blow out the candles!" Alfie raced downstairs while I comforted a whining Naly.
"It's okay," I heard him say, relieved, "It just got a bit much for the poor thing. Fire out, officer Zoe!"

Ugh. It's late. I can't be bothered.
BUT I do want to say thank you for getting me past 2K reads, and that I have no intention of stopping until well after the baby is born!
Kisses!
Claudia