Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction

Week Sixteen: Devon and Daisy

On the Monday morning of my sixteenth week, Alfie burst into our kitchen waving a letter.
"Zoe, pack your stuff. To make up for everything that has happened over the past few weeks, I'm taking you to a cottage in Devon."
"Oh wow! This is going to be great! Can we take Nala?"
"I asked and they said yes! It's one bedroom, a bungalow, but it has a huge garden!"
"How did you find it?"
"Jim. He told me."
"Great! When do we leave?"
"Tonight! Listen: To Alfred and Zoe Deyes: You have been successful in your application to stay for three nights at Olcote Cottage, from February 9th to February 12th. Occupants: Two adults, one dog."
"Oh, Alfie, this is going to be great!"
We packed our bags into the car. Nala followed us around, yapping in confusion. When we lifted her onto her bed she squealed.
"No, not the vet. Not vet, Naly pugs."
She calmed down a bit after that. Once we were halfway through the short journey she was asleep.
When we got there it was dark. We met the owners and they showed us round, though the house was small and cosy.
"Now, is your dog good with other pugs?" Gillian asked.
"Umm, yes, I suppose so."
Just then a white pug a little older than Nala skittered in.
"Because this is Daisy."
Nala and Daisy danced around each other for a moment before settling down to sleep on the chair.
"Aw!" I crouched a little awkwardly - my bump was just beginning to be noticeable without having to look too closely and I was still getting used to it - and stroked Daisy.
"Thank you!" Alfie called as they left.
I hurtled straight into the bathroom. Pregnancy and long car journeys do not agree, especially while drinking eight glasses of water a day.
Once I had washed my hands I unpacked my bags. Alfie was playing with the pugs and as I put everything neatly on hangers I could hear him vlogging.
"So this is the kitchen... We've got a kettle here, and..."
I glanced briefly in the mirror through the open bathroom door, leading from the bedroom, and caught sight of a messy haired, pink cheeked woman in blue.
"Crap." I thought. I hadn't had time to redo my bun since we'd arrived and it had fallen out. I righted it and quickly splashed my pink face. It returned to normal and I only just had time to dash to the bags before Alfie opened the door.
"Hi!" I waved to the camera, a little out of breath.
"And here's a beautiful fairy we found in the garden. All pink cheeked." Alfie said, pressing his hand to my stomach. "And our baby boy."
Pink cheeked?
I looked again. My short dash had brought blood flowing back to my face and I was even more pink than before. I gave a silent groan.
That night I lay staring at the ceiling as Alfie tapped away on his laptop.
"Alfie?"
"Zozeebo?"
"Exactly two years ago today, we got engaged."
"Did we? Oh no, did I miss it?!"
"No. It's past midnight. So its Tuesday now. And exactly two years ago today you proposed."
"Really?"
"8.15 p.m. You tied the ring and note to Nala's collar because you were too nervous to ask yourself."
"And now we're happily married with a baby on the way." Alfie laughed. "Whaddaya know."
"I was terrified. I thought, is this the right choice? But I'm so glad I said yes."
Alfie put down his laptop and moulded his body around mine. His hands touched the heat of my stomach and I flinched a little at the sudden intimacy. Alfie immediately withdrew his hands and looked guilty.
"No, Alf, I don't mind. Your hands are just cold."
Alfie obediently stuck his hands to his armpits and clamped them down. I laughed at the concentration on his face. Eventually his slightly warmer hands rested around me and we slept peacefully in a little cocoon.
The next day, Alfie treated me to a picnic on the beach and then took me out for a posh dinner.
"Alfie!" I called from the bedroom. "Does this look ok?"
I had on a strapless dress that tied high on my waist, exposing my bump and yet hiding it discretely. It was whitd, with a royal blue ribbon along the top. The bodice was fitted to just below my chest, then flowed out to my knees. A pair of my black kitten heels matched the blue and white flowers I had woven through my milkmaid styled hair. I had a black bolero jacket and nude tights.
"Alfie!" I yelled again.
"Yes?"
"Do I. Look alright. In Your. Not So. Humble. Opinion." I said slowly.
"You look brilliant." Alfie said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice and I chose to believe him.
We left Nala with Gillian and Philip, then we drove to the restaurant.
"Wow, Alfie!" I said. "This place is beautiful!"
There were roses on every table. The smooth space-grey walls were decorated with paintings.
After ordering two gorgeous main courses, Alfie ordered a double slice of caramel Oreo cheesecake. I just about died.
When we got back to the house Nala leapt up at us. We lay on the bed for a while, her warm body on my feet.
"We have to come back someday." I said into the darkness.
"Oh, definitely. But let's wait until the baby is older."
Then there was a snore, and Alfie was asleep.

Ermegerd! Sorry for not uploading! I have two mocks (my school starts two GCSE's a year early) in January and my parents are forcing me to study more. (I'm doing Art and Ancient History 'Early entry' as they say.) But also, if any of you are interested in Dan and Phil Fanfictions, I found an amazing one a while ago by @DramaticFreak (I think that's her username) and here, with her permission, is a little snippet from my favourite chapter (they are all one shot imagines) called 12 Days of Christmas:

24th of December - Mistletoe

6 a.m. That's 6 o'clock. 0600 hours.

Knock knock knock!

Oh gosh, even his knock's hyper.

"Phil you'd better have a good reason for this!" You groan, trudging to the door and unlocking it.

He stands there in his pajamas, holding out a tray with cereal on it in a bowl.

"Breakfast!"

"You woke me up at 6am for a bowl of Weetabix?" You ask incredulously, that dangerous glint once more in your eyes.

"It's... Christmas Eve... Abix..."

This makes you crack a smile.

"Get in here."

God, you'd better be grateful. I had to type it out by hand while constantly flicking back and forth because Wattpad wouldn't let me copy and paste it. But Emily really is the most amazing author, all her stories are hilariously imaginative, extraordinarily well-written and just the best ones ever. I find myself wishing my fanfictions could be as good!
Claudia out