Zayn's P.O.V.
I sat down with Rose besides me. The boys came in with their girlfriends, and i greeted them all while Rose was busy talking to the girls.
Everyone sat down and, Rose looked pink. "Okay so..." She started. "Please take this well.." I looked at everyone. "I'm pregnant." Rose blurted. Everyone's reactions were well. Cheering and congratulating us.
"If it's girl i suggest we, name is Marie." Commented Julissa, Niall's girlfriend. "It doesn't go, with my name. It goes with Rose's." I sighed and looked at Julissa. "Don't worry about this now. You can chose a name, when you guys want to discus pregnancy things." She rubbed my arm and left.
I groaned, thrusting. "C'mon Rose." I pounded into her. "A little more Zayn." She arched her back, her stomach touching mine. She was growing and so was her stomach. The sex was intense, because it took her about fifteen minutes to reach her climax. "Zayn!" She cried out and came. I moan, releasing all my liquids into her.
"Zayn. That is so immature. She is too young!" My mom yelled at me. She didn't take this news well. It was weird because Rose's family did take this well. "Mom. I don't care. I'm going to be a dad. Be happy for me at least." I snapped and hung up.
I woke up, and Rose was up. She was staring at the ceiling eating, a waffle. "Good morning." I whisper, kissing her cheek. "Mm." Was her response, i guess because of the waffle. "Sing to me." Her orders were my commands. And that's when I started.
"Her name is Noel, i had a dream about her.."
She smiled.
"She rings my bell, got gym class in half a hour.."
Now a grin.
"Oh, how she rocks her keds and tube socks."
Looking at me, with a beautiful twinkle in her eyes.
"But she doesn't know who I am.."
Her hands in my mine.
"And she doesn't give a damn about me.."
Her soft lips against mine.
I pull away and place my hand on her small growing baby bump. It's been over a two months and a half since we told everyone about Rose being pregnant. It's almost Halloween and, i feel like painting Rose's stomach..like a pumpkin. I hope she won't mind.
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I throw a chip at Niall for staring at Rose's stomach. It's rude honestly. She has a small little stretch marks but, nothing major. She runs her fingers over her stomach and sighs. "I wonder how much bigger I'll get." She bites at her lip and, picks up her hair. "It doesn't matter how big you'll get." Hoping i said the right thing, i kiss her stomach. She laughs.
I walk around the art gallery Rose decided to stop by. I sigh and, bite on my lip waiting to see what she'll pick. I really don't care, I'm just wanting to get out of this quiet place. She choose a painting with burgundy, aqua blue, and yellow splattered over it. It holds no meaning honestly. I mean, I don't want to upset, annoy, frustrate, argue with her. It can make the baby stress, so i just please Rose. If she wants pickles and whip cream, I'll get her it. She's my everything and I'll do anything for her. "Zayn!" Rose shouts and, snaps her fingers. "What?" I ask, confused.
"Today your break starts for the next three months." Announces Tomas. I send Rose a smile. Enough, time for me to find a nice home with Rose and, go on small little trips around the world!
"Okay. So if a girl, I'm gonna name her Maddison or Marie." I say, smiling. "If a boy, Isaac or Moises." She looks at a me, smiling. "Our house has to be two bathroom and three bedroom." Her eyes looking at the laptop. "What's the third room is for, when any of the boys don't have anywhere to crash, or when you're drunk and i don't want you near me." She smirked. "Whatever, you haven't even seen me drunk." I state. "You kissed a mop, and wrote your number on it." A laugh escaping her lips. "Dumb Niall." I mutter and continue scrolling through sites. "Can you get me strawberries?" She pouts. "Alright.." I get up and walk into the kitchen, grabbing the strawberries from the fridge and washing them.
I watch as Rose, sleeps. In a little ball, a hand on her stomach. This isn't creepy. I've heard her talk at night. I sigh and, give in. I wake up when, i feel Rose leave. She walks into the restroom and throws up. I rush over and pick up her hair, into a lazy bun an rub her back.
I stay up late with Rose, massaging her feet which are getting somewhat swollen even if she's only two months. I stop once she's sleeping. She's been sleeping, a lot. But the doctors say, it's normal. She does get tired easily. And i don't blame her, we're always moving. I slide into bed and, cuddle her. I wrap my arms around her small body. "Zayn." Rose whispers. "Yes?" I mumble into her neck. "Too, tight baby." She whined. "Sorry." I let a little bit of myself loosen up.
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"Careful." I warn Rose as see her walk down the hotel stairs. She sends me a scowl and keeps walking. It's very stressful to keep her still at times. She loves a good run and now it's speed walking. She's also very annoyed by the fact that, she's gonna be getting baby fat. It doesn't bother me really, i love her for her. Not for being skinny or fat. Black or white. She's Rose and that's final.
I grab her wrist, and make her look at me; red, flushed and sweaty. "Calm, down. Breathe in and out." I direct her. She kisses me and jumps on my waist. I catch her and slightly rock backwards. My hands find her bottom. I slide my tongue into her mouth and she stifles a moan. Soon, we find ourselves in front of the elevator and I'm punching buttons so we can get to our room. "Hey-" we pull away at Harry's voice. "Oh, god, I'm sorry..." Rose flushed and got off me. "No, no. It's fine." He smirked and walked out of the elevator, brushing past me. As we step into the elevator Rose, looks at me. I smirk and pull her close. "Nope." She giggles and smirks. "I'll get you back." I laugh.
