Carrier

Bright Birthday

Liam's POV

"Louis! You said a small get together! This is a fricken huge party!" I snap at Louis as he lays out enough food to feed an army on the table in a buffet style.

"Oh calm down it's only a dozen people or so. It's the twin's first birthday. You don't have to worry about anything, Lili. Harry and I are taking care of everything," he shoots me his crooked grin pecking my cheek.

"Louis, I'm ten months pregnant. I do not want a large get together, we agreed on that months ago. I don't feel well, do not feel like cleaning up the mess afterwards and really don't want to socialize with a bunch of people. I get tired too easy," I pout at him as he grabs Harry by his waist to steady him as he hangs up directions.

"Don't worry the party is going to only be about three hours. If things get too much you and I can slip out with the twins. They're not going to be into it for too long and will be needing a nap before too long," Zayn comes up behind wrapping his arms around my waist resting his hands on my stomach and his head on top of mine.

"Thank you, I'm already not feeling great," I sigh rubbing at my sore back.

"People are suppose to be coming soon. Hurry up Harry! We still need to get the cakes from the bakery," Louis orders Harry stepping away from him to hurry to the kitchen to grab the car keys. The sudden lack of support makes Harry stumble and topple backwards off the chair he had been standing on.

"Louis!" I toss a pillow at his head trying to hurry over to Harry as fast as I can to make sure he is okay. I kneel down beside Harry as he lays there looking dazedly up at the ceiling, "Harry, are you okay?" I run my hand over his face and he blinks up at me as though trying to clean his vision.

"Okay, just knocked the sense out of me. Ha, your belly is adorable. I can see your pretty belly button," he laughs poking at my puffed out belly button. I roll my eyes at his fetish for my stomach. He loves my pregnant belly and is constantly touching it. He also seems to love my belly button and how it puffs out oddly.

"Come on you two. We all have stuff to do and based on the looks of it you're going to live," Zayn pulls Harry up off the floor before turning to me and helping me out of my kneeling position.

"Bakery! Come on Harry. I need your help!" Louis yells hurrying over to Harry and grabbing his arm pulling him out the door.

"I need a coat and shoes! It's snowing!" Harry protests as he is yanked out the door by a very determined Louis.

"Let's get the twins up and ready. People will be arriving probably before those two clowns even get back," Zayn says giving me his small cute smile. He takes my hand and we make our way upstairs to where the twins are just starting to wake from their afternoon nap.

Getting up the stairs is proving to be a challenge for me, like always as of late. I can't see my feet or where I am stepping so I hold onto Zayn for dear life. I am wobbly and if it wasn't for Zayn's hand on my back keeping me steady I fear I might have fallen down the stairs long time ago. By the time we reach the top of the stairs I am out of breath and leaning heavily on Zayn.

"Are you okay?" he asks leaning in close to me. His hands rub my back gently and wait patiently for me to catch me to catch my breath.

"Yeah just can't breathe. Our daughter is making it hard to breathe," I respond rubbing the side of my stomach where my baby girl is moving around and kicking at my stretched skin. I give him a thumb up and move to twin's room.

Jeremiah is already wide awake and sitting up in his cribs falling backwards as he nibbles at his toes rocking backwards. Luke is holding onto the railing glassy eyed and looking around the room.