I'm...what?! (Ziall au Mpreg)

Chapter 11

Two updates today! It was early and I'm really bored and I'm not doing something till later today. I feel like I'm doing something everyday. Anyways, Christmas special tomorrow! I have Christmas tomorrow cause I live in America, if you have Christmas today, Merry Christmas. If you had Christmas yesterday, Merry Christmas! Whenever you had Christmas, Merry Christmas! If you don't celebrate Christmas, happy holidays! On with the story.

3 months pregnant

Niall's pov.

"Lou Lou!" I yelled, running to Louis.

"Ni Ni!" He yelled back, running to me. He lightly enveloped me into a hug. "How's my pregnant best friend?" I giggled.

"Amazing. But I don't think Zayn's really happy about me running out of the car and leaving him behind." I chuckled. I saw Zayn coming up the steps, but before he could come in, Louis grabbed my hand, dragging me in, slamming the door shut.

"Let's make something." I pondered for a moment, then shrugged.

"Let's make brownies!" The door opened, and in came a pissed Zayn.

"What the hell Louis!" He yelled.

"I didn't see you coming." He grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the kitchen. I smiled apologetically at Zayn.

"Can I at least help you guys? I don't trust Niall in the kitchen while he's pregnant, and what I heard about your cooking Lewis, I don't trust you either." Zayn seethed, and I gasped.

"My names not Lewis bitch! I can cook just fine!" I gasped again, I mean I curse a lot too, but now I have a baby in my stomach so...

"Last I heard, you nearly burned down your own god damn house." Zany muttered.

"What is it to you Malik." Louis snapped.

"Its for my own boyfriends safety!" Zayn yelled in his face. These two have it back and forth everyday. I ignore it because eventually they'll calm down and say their apologies.

"He's my best friend! I've known him way longer than you!" They where breathing heavily, staring at each other in pure hatred. I felt someone sit next to me, and saw Liam, looking at the two, eyebrows furrowed.

"What are they arguing about now?" I rolled my eyes.

"Cooking." Liam mocked me, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck you!" I heard Zayn yell.

"Fuck you too Malik!" Zayn grabbed my hand, and dragged me out.

"Bye Louis!" I waved at him, and he gave me a small smile.

"I hate that bitch." I heard Zayn mutter. I punched his chest, but he didn't flinch.

"You two need to get along! For my sake anyways." I rubbed my belly, and Zayn put a hand over mine, doing the same.

"I'll try babe. I'll try." He kissed my lips, hands on my bump.