One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

09 ~ Cravings

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Harry ~ "Did you get it? Did you?" you asked Harry, hanging off his arm, as soon as he walked in the front door. He chuckled as he kissed your lips and slipped his jacket off.

You had been up, not being able to sleep, when you suddenly had a craving for the weirdest combination yet. You went to the kitchen and searched the fridge and the freezer for what you wanted so badly. When you found neither of the items, you returned to the bedroom and woke Harry up, asking him if he would take a quick trip to the store. It took a bit of convincing, but he was soon putting his shoes on and heading out the door.

"Yes, I did. I had to go to three different places though. Not much is open in the middle of the night that had what you wanted," he said, placing the orange sorbet and extra spicy guacamole on the kitchen counter. You smiled, excited to dig in. Your cravings were so extreme, and it seemed like it took him hours to return.

"And I got your message about the hot sausages," he added, holding up another shopping bag.

You stood up and hugged him, saying "Thank you, you're so, so, so amazing. I love you so much," You praised placing kisses all over his face. "Oh, and Harry?" you said, looking at him lovingly.

"What now?" He joked, turning around to face you. You mixed the sorbet and the guacamole together in a bowl, stirring to combine them.

"Can you cook the sausage? Please, please, please?" you asked sweetly. He chuckled slightly, and took the package of meat to the stove and lit up the front burner. He started to cook the sausages, looking over to you every once in a while to watch you eat the orange sorbet and guacamole mixture, smiling. You smiled back, and put a spoonful of the cold, brown, sweet and spicy soup in your mouth.

Once the sausage was cooked, Harry put it on a plate and slid it across the counter to you. You cut the meat into bite sized pieces and dipped them into the mixture. "What does it taste like?" he asked, unsure about your craving combination. Instead of answering, you went to hand him the fork, which he quickly declined and pretended to gag.

"You're insane, babe," he chuckled. "That is gross."

"The baby likes it," you shrugged, continuing to enjoy your food.

Niall ~ "Niall, leave me alone. I'm busy," you whined, and pushed away his hands from your face. He continued to pinch your cheeks, and you screamed, "Stop!" He squeezed both sides of your face between the fingers of his right hand with a big smirk on his face. "You're really starting to aggravate me now."

He backed away, laughing, and began putting the items from his excursion to the store away in the small fridge on the tour bus. You kept your eyes on your computer screen and focused on putting the perfect amount of Nutella on half of a strawberry. He pushed a plastic bag with the words 'THANK YOU' written in big red letters on it across the table towards you. You looked down at it, and back to your computer.

"Don't you want to know what's in the bag?" He asked, making his eyebrows dance. You giggled slightly, and popped another Nutella covered strawberry in your mouth.

"No, not really," you answered, not looking at him.

"Not even a tiny bit?" He said, raising his eyebrows even higher.

"Not even tiny bit," you repeated.

"Okay, so I guess I can go and return this giant two pound bag of Sour Patch Kids?" He mentions, taking a huge yellow and lime green package from the plastic bag and placing it in front of you. You looked up to his face, which was plastered with a grin, your eyes wide. He nodded, and you began to tear the bag open.

You reached you hand in, pulling out a handful. You instantly forgot about your previous craving of strawberries and chocolate, and got lost in the ecstasy of the sour and sweet flavor. Niall put his hand in the bag, taking out two blue candies. You slapped them out of his grip, and put them in your own mouth.

"Blue is my favorite," you stated, taking the blues from his hand and replacing them with red and orange ones.

Liam ~ "Hey, Liam, look at that baby," you say, smiling. You were pointing at a baby girl, with extremely chubby cheeks and thighs, dressed in a pink long sleeved onesie. She had the most beautiful curly blonde hair and the brightest green eyes.

"She's so adorable," he said, smiling. She sat in a stroller, with a woman, most likely her mother, gently rocking it back and forth. That's all you really wanted: a baby to call your own.

"Look at those cheeks!" Liam cooed, making silly faces at the baby when the mother wasn't looking. He successfully made her smile, and eventually giggle. After spending so much time in Wolverhampton with Liam's family and all the babies lately, you began to notice just how many babies there were around you.

"I just want our own," you whispered, and Liam heard the pain in your voice. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "I wanna be called mommy and hold my own baby. With their chubby cheeks and big eyes. I don't even care how much they cry or when. I just want a kid."

"Me too. I can't wait to be called dad. And I'll even change diapers if I have to," he chuckled, and you giggled. You ran your thumb over his knuckles, leaning your head against his chest as he held you.

"I want it to happen," You whispered, barely audible.

"Soon, hun, soon," he said into your hair before pressing a light kiss to your temple.

Louis ~ "Cravings again?" Louis chuckled when he walked into the kitchen and saw you. He eyed you as you kneeled on the counter to reach the highest shelf of the cabinet. You nodded with a pickle between your teeth, continuing to rifle through the various jars and containers.

"Do you want me to start dinner?" He asked, standing behind you with his arms extended to make sure you didn't fall.

You shook your head, "I'll be good with this. You can heat up some left overs." He continued to watch your with a nervous look on his face, afraid you would fall and injure yourself. Lately he'd been so protective of you, and you were okay with it. Both of you were so nervous that you would loose the baby, so Louis taking a few extra precautions now and then to make sure you were safe pleased you.

"What are you looking for, anyways?" He said as he pulled a container of lasagna from the fridge. He made a plate and put it into the microwave, setting it to reheat.

"Strawberry jelly. I want a sandwich. I know we have some, somewhere." You said more to yourself than to him. When you found it, you gasped, and held it tight to you chest while Louis helped you off the counter. You spread peanut butter and the jelly on cinnamon raison bread and put pickle slices and crisps in between. While Louis waited for his lasagna to heat up, you ate your sandwich with a glass of apple juice.

"This is so good," You sighed happily as you ate the sandwich. "You have no idea how amazing this tastes."

Louis chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Glad you and the baby are happy."

 (thanks so much for 3k reads! At this point in my last series, I was still in the double digits)