Carrier

Mama Payne

Liam's POV

"I could have murdered that bastard! How dare he touch my baby boy! He had better hope he never gets out of jail or I'll grab him by his nuts and drag him down to hell myself!" my mum yells in greeting the next morning as she enters with a shocked Trisha by her side.

"Holy hell, remind me to never piss of your mum," Harry whispers to me from the chair he settled himself in beside my bed so we both could eat our breakfast.

"I should have killed him the first time he tried to hurt you. I'm so sorry baby. Are you okay? Is my grandbaby okay?" my mum asks coming over to my bedside kissing my forehead and her hand going to my tummy where she rubs it gently looking extremely protective and vengeful.

"Mum, we're both fine. I just needed some stiches and am a little drained. It's okay," I try to assure her placing my hand on top of hers as it rests on my belly.

"Okay? Liam James, it is not okay! He sexually assaulted you! He drank your blood right from the wound like so loony vampire! He wanted to rape you! My poor baby boy! I knew when we found out you were a Carrier that we should have moved right to Alaska in some little cabin where nobody would find us," my mum babbles angrily running her fingers through my hair and kissing my cheek at least a half dozen times.

"Mum..." I groan wanting to burry my face under the covers.

"Don't mum me, mister. You shouldn't have even been in that room, yet alone by yourself! It was reckless and stupid. You have three little lives that depend on you now Liam James. You need to take care of yourself and take no unnecessary risks. I just want to take you and the babies home. I want to lock you up at home where you'll be safe and sound and under my and your sisters' care," she continues on making me hang my head low in shame. She is right going in there on  my own was stupid.

"Wow, Mama Payne it was furious bear when it comes to her cubs," Louis laughs walking into the room with Jeremiah balanced on his hip and Zayn following behind with a crying, squirming Luke in his arms.

"You NEVER mess with my cubs, especially my baby boy. You hear that you three? If you so much as hurt a hair on his head I'll rip your nuts off and make sure you choke on them!" she says making me burry my head in the pillow.

"We hear you loud and clear."

"I would never hurt him."

"If I do hurt him you go right ahead, Mrs. Payne."

Are the three responses she gets and this seems to satisfy her for she gets that silly little smile she gets when she has won some battle for me or my sisters.

Louis sits down Jeremiah by my legs staying near by should he roll of the bed. He puts his little hand on my leg hitting it playfully.

"Am! Am!" he squeals giving me his cute smile. He puts his little fingers in his mouth nibbling at them. Louis hands him a teething ring. He nibbles at it falling backwards so that he is practically in my lap. He looks up at me, but continues to nibble away at his teething ring.

"Hi sweetheart, how's my baby boy?" I ask him sitting up and tickling his tummy. He lets out a loud squeal and rolls around on the bed. Harry takes a pillow resting it on my knees so he can roll around without nearing my lap or injured thigh, "Why is my youngest baby crying?" I ask turning to Zayn who is holding my crying youngest.

"He misses his Amara. He was really upset when it wasn't you that woke him," Zayn replies handing Luke to me. I rest him against my chest and as soon as I go he tugs at the hospital gown wanting to nurse. He makes little whiny noises at me his glassy eyes starting to water again.