On-Screen Lovers || Ziall Horlik [MPREG]

Chapter 33 || • Astonishment •

Niall

I woke up feeling the bitter taste nearing my throat, which was unbearable and caused me the urge to rummaged to the toilet, emptying my stomach's content which was only filled by yesterday's dinner. Suddenly, the bitter taste and the urge to vomit were lessened by a wave of relief although the feeling of nausea was still dominating my body.

"Are you okay?" I heard, followed by the soothing trail of hand on my back. I turned around to see him, rubbing his eyes like a kid as he continued to sooth me by massaging and running his hand on my back. "I'm fine. You should go back in bed. It's still dawn."

"You don't look fine. I don't think I can sleep knowing you're here emptying your stomach. Do you want me to get you some juice?" Zayn offered, sneaking his arm on my shoulder and holding my other hand to guide me to stand up.

"No, thank you. I'll just brush my teeth and let's go back to bed?" I requested and he complied with a nod. I reached for my toothbrush but he stepped forward to take it before my hands could reach it, he also took the initiative to apply toothpaste on the brush. "Open your mouth, ah," Zayn held my chin while his other hand was wrapped around the toothbrush's handle.

Too hazy and tired, I followed his order, "Ah,"

He flashed his lazy smile as he proceeded to brush my teeth. He gestured for me to hold my position as he stretched out to get the plastic cup filled with water. He guided the cup to my mouth as he let me sip the water. I gurgled and lightly spat it on the sink.

"Let's go back to bed?" He murmured, using his hand on my waist to press my body closer to him.

We both landed on the bed, my head on top of his chest while his hand still on my waist. I giggled while he chuckled. Zayn lowered down his body position, matching mine as he buried his face on my neck while an arm wrapped protectively on top of my stomach.

"Don't forget our appointment with the doctor today," He reminded in a stern voice, the hot breath escaping his mouth was tickling my neck.

"Yes, sir,"

Zayn lifted his head up, while he started to gently caress my stomach. "Babies, this is your papa."

I couldn't help but stare at him in awe. Although, I wanted to laugh at him because he's a complete dork, he's so cute.

"Will you tone it down for your daddy Niall? Daddy can't sleep properly and papa is always worried. But don't worry, papa's not mad. Papa Zayn loves you both."

Swoon! Major swoon! I pinched his cheeks in pure adoration, God, I love this dork who thinks he's a cool bad boy but actually softie.

"Ouch! Ah ah! Niall, baby, stop it! Ouch!"

"I can't help it, Zaynie. You look so cute! Father status definitely suits you," I raised my hand and was about to pinch his cheek again when he caught my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "No more pinching, babes." He then spoke, "My drowsiness is gone."

"You're welcome, babes." I responded with a teasing smile before I released a light chuckle.

"I'll exchange sleep for mornings with you any day. How I've always wished to wake up with you right beside me."

I sat up. "Me too, Zaynie. If we get married, our mornings we'll be like this. We'll buy a big house and have our babies' own room and-" I couldn't help but stop, now that I'm aware of his fond gaze as he looked at me intently.

"Hey, baby, why did you stop? Come on," He urged me to continue, flashing his million-dollar smile to express his excitement.

"Just you looked so handsome right now and there's a lot of things we could do if we get married."