One Direction Mpreg One-Shots

Ziam-Why?

Zayn is in love with kids, Liam doesn't because he's high school teacher and he doesn't want a child like that.

Zayn's POV

Looking out the window I watch the snow fall. My had falls to my stomach as I gently trace my thumb across it. I'm pregnant, three months to be exact. I've been trying to hide it from Liam cause he's not too keen on having a baby.

I watch Liam pull into the drive way and I run to the bedroom to throw on a sweat shirt. I'll do anything to keep this baby from Liam. Even though it means that if I have morning sickness I have to run to the guest bedroom and I have to layer up to avoid Liam feeling or seeing my bump.

"Zee! I'm home!" Liam cheers as I walk out to greet him.

"How was the last day of Semester?" I ask as he hugs me tightly.

"It was good. Teenagers are brats though. Remind me why I decided to be a high school teacher." He groans.

"I met you after you were a high school teacher so I couldn't tell you." I smirk.

"I forgot that a mere five years ago I had Waliyah and now we have been married for three years. It's crazy." He chuckles.

"Yeah it is. I'm twenty six and you are now 29, you're an old man." I smirk as he places a chaste kiss to the corner of my mouth.

When Christmas came I was pacing the bedroom before Liam woke up.

"Zayn, you're creating a draft." Liam groans from the bed. His bare back exposed.

"M'sorry. I'm nervous that you aren't going to like your Christmas present." I mumble.

"Honestly, i'd like anything you got me." He rolls over and sits up.

"Okay." I smile going over to my closet and pulling out the three presents.

"No, you open yours first." He digs in his night stand and shoves three multi-sized boxes in my face.

"Okay." I sigh and open the first present.

"Liam they're gorgeous!" I cheer holding up the premium paint brushes.

"There's more" He chuckles motioning to the other boxes. In the end there was a pallet of extravagant paint I've wanted for ages but I haven't been able to afford and a camera. I'm a photographer.

When Liam got to his presents he opened the ultrasound first.

"Zayn what the hell is this?" He screeches.

"I'm three months pregnant." I reply placing my hand over my stomach protectively.

He growls and get's up throwing a bunch of shit into a suitcase.

"Get dressed we have to be at your mums in five hours and there's going to be a lot of traffic." He hisses. Biting my lip I nod and go over to my closet. At least I don't have to hide my bump anymore.

Arriving at my mum's was something else. Liam and I didn't talk the whole way to Bradford and that's a long ass drive in a compacted Jeep Compass with a man who's seething.

"Hello loves!" My mom cheers embarrassing us in a giant hug.

"Zee, are you not telling me something?" My mum wonders her hand brushing across my stomach. I can immediately feel Liam tense up next to me.

"Yes, I'm going to have a baby. I'm due in June." I shrug as she cheers and pulls me into another giant hug and kisses me repeatedly in the face. 

"Oh, isn't this exciting. YASER!" Mum yells going into the living room. 

Christmas was uneventful and now we are back home for new years.  Liam and I are sitting and waiting for the fireworks to come when Liam speaks to me for the first time since Christmas.

"I want you to get an abortion Zayn, you know how much I don't want children. Eight hours a day with them is enough  for me. I made it clear when we got married that Kids were not in the picture." Liam breathes out. 

With tears in my eyes I run into our bedroom. I'm not going to put up with this. After all of my stuff is packed I left and didn't look back. 

Liam's POV

It's been two weeks since Zayn just walked out. I haven't thought much about it, I just go on day by day. It's hard because I love him. I love him so much that it almost hurts and it would be even more unbearable if I just moped around. 

I haven't been sleeping in my bedroom because it hurts too much. I finally have too though, I need to do laundry. 

When I walk into my room I see our presents on the far dresser. Zayn didn't take his camera with him when he left and that's a stab in the heart. 

I walk over to them and see my two unopened ones. Brushing my hands over the elegant Christmas wrapping paper. Opening the first one up I see a couple button down shirts, most likely for work. They are of elegant fabric, one has the look of jeans but the feel of cotton and one has the feel of a flannel but it is a solid color. 

What takes my breath away is the second smaller box. When I opened it the knife that was stabbed in my heart was twisted at a 360 degree turn.  It was the Rolex I would always look at when we walked by the watch shop. A really expensive Rolex that Zayn must have saved up for, for months. 

That's when I realize that I need to go find him. My first immediate thought is his studio so at nine o'clock at night I am driving down, downtown London. 

When I pull up to Payne Photography I see Zayn hanging pictures on a tall ladder and I don't like it one bit. Of course when I approach the door, it is locked so I take my key and unlock the door. 

"I swear I locked that, We're closed." He states rearranging the picture. 

I quietly walk over to him and place my hands on his back. 

"You shouldn't be up there in your condition." I state as he jumps and looses his balance. Prompting me to catch him bridal style in my arms. 

"See." I smirk. 

"What do you want?" Zayn groans crawling off of me. 

"To apologize. I miss you. I know I over reacted about the baby. In time i'll warm up to the idea. I just want you to come home." I say as tears make their way down my face. 

"Do you promise?" He asks

"I promise." I reply leaning up and kissing him. 

Zayn's POV *9 months later*

"No Liam, I can't." I sob the pain being unbearable. 

"Yes you can baby. A few more pushes and our baby boy'll be her." Liam coos wiping my forehead with a cool rag. 

"OW OW OW OWWWWW!" I scream as a bare down. 

Next thing I know, A loud cry is heard through out the room. 

"IT'S A BOY!" The doctor cheers placing the bloody baby on my chest. 

Later that night I was cooing down at my baby when Liam walks in with some coffee.

"Doctor said you can have it unless you're breast feeding and you decided to not breast feed so I got you your favorite coffee.

"Vanilla Latte with heavy cream?" I ask up at him. 

"Yeah, um...can I hold him?" Liam says shyly. 

Hesitantly I hold him up for Liam. 

"He looks like me doesn't he." Liam says as I can see a tear slip from his eyes. 

"He does doesn't he." I chuckle. 

"Mayson." Liam mumbles barely audible. 

"Mayson Matthew Payne." I  reply as he smiles at me. 

"Beautiful." He replies as I lean up and kiss him. 

Mayson Matthew Payne

June 21st

9 lbs 6 ounces