Affair [ziam/lilo] mpreg

chapter nine

The first day in the Bahamas was a bit boring, they just unpacked, and relaxed while ordering room service, and might have had husband alone time. But what do you expect from two men who were sex deprived for a week, even for a fight. They were just lounging around, but really they weren't beach kind of people, but it was perfect weather.

Liam snuck out during the morning to the balcony of their room, as he was receiving a call from Louis, and it was 4 in the morning, he hopes it was nothing, but he had to answer.

"'ello?" Liam asked into his phone speaker, sliding the doors shut. He was spacing out at the sunrise, and couldn't help but look into the room, and see his beautiful husband peacefully sleeping.

"What do you think about Matthew? Matthew Payne? It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Payne?"

"I hope you don't mind. I just didn't want our baby to have my last name. Payne is an amazing last name, Tomlinson is just a boring name. Who would you rather be friends with Matthew Payne or Matthew Tomlinson?"

"Matthew Tomlinson has a better ring than Payne." Liam tried, but Louis wouldn't budge.

"I wish I could have gone with you for this trip," Louis said, his tone was sad.

"You're pregnant, babe. If there happened to be a plane crash, I'd rather it just me than you and the baby."

"But, I worry about that, too," Louis sighed. "I worry about you alot. You always go on these trips, and you could be having the time of your life without me."

"You don't need to worry, Lou. It's not good for the baby-"

Behind Liam, he heard the sliding doors open. "I will call you later. Bye." Liam hung up, and faced his husband.

"Who was that?" Zayn asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"Phil, he forgot that I called off this week. He called to ask why I wasn't at work," Liam replied.

Zayn hummed, looking at Liam, then took a drag. "What are you doing up at four in the morning? Other than getting a call from Phil?"

"Just thinking, and jet lag. Mainly jet lag," Liam replied.

"Thinking bout what?" Zayn asked. He leaned against the balcony, cigarette held between his lips. His hair was flat against his head, and Liam couldn't help but stare at his husband.

"Do you remember our fifth date, the one I tried to make like–"

"Hawaiian theme, you were an idiot, Li. But you're my idiot," Zayn laughed, remembering the mess that Liam did trying to impress Zayn even more at the age of sixteen.

"I tried so hard. But I guess my nerves got the better of me," Liam smiled. "But it was the night you officially became my boyfriend. And who knew that one day you would have actually become my husband?"

"I knew, ever since I saw you at my doorstep asking me out on our first date," Zayn smiled, tossing his cigarette down.

"Really? We were only sixteen, you actually thought of that?" Liam asked, shocked.

"Don't pin me down as the woman in this relationship," Zayn joked.

"I'm not. But if we're telling the truth, I've wanted to spend my entire life with you ever since I moved to Bradford," Liam smiled sheepishly. "I saw you in the arcade yelling at Ms Pacman, and it was the most adorable thing I have ever seen. You ended up beating the highest score on the game after playing it the whole afternoon."

"You still remember that?" Zayn asked, standing closer to Liam, practically touching. Sexual tension surrounded the both of them.

"Of course, it's the moment I met my soulmate, my best friend, the best thing that has ever happened to me," Liam didn't think for a second, and kissed his husband on the lips, pulling him closer. This kiss made them feel like how they felt when they first started dating. They felt the sparks, and the butterflies, the same thing they felt thirteen years ago.

They stood there kissing for what felt like an eternity, but really was only three and a half minutes, until Zayn pulled away. "I love you, Liam Payne."

"I love you, Zayn Payne."

And that's when Liam received a message from a certain pregnant twenty year old.

Louis. T sent you a message.

Maybe you are right. Matthew Tomlinson is a better name than Matthew Payne.

And next time, make sure you actually press end call before you talk to your fucking husband.

And I stg Liam. You will not be around MY child at all. Don't even try to contact me.

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:-) you guys must hate me. Oh, and I'm sorry for not updating fast enough. Busy busy busy bee, I am.

WHO SHOULD I MAKE LOUIS' BEST FRIEND? Just give me a name, please.

Zayn has Niall, Liam has, well, Andy(?). Who shall Louis have? Not Harry, because he's coming sooooon.

:-)

Oh, and Happy New Year! 2016