One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #73-Pregnancy Series-You Start Showing

You are 14 weeks, 3 months pregnant, and are just in the start of your second trimester.

His POV

Louis-"Babe, are you almost ready to go?" I shouted. Y/N decided that it was a good idea to go on an evening walk after dinner. After eating the amazing pasta dinner Y/N made, she went upstairs to change into something a little warmer to brace the chilly evening fall hair.

"Y/N?" I tried again.

"Give me a minute! God, Louis!" Y/N shouted. This whole week Y/N had been having mood swings. I grabbed my phone out of my coat pocket, opening up my messages and texting my mum back, answering her question on how Y/N was doing.

'Y/N is doing well, mum. she's been having mood swings all this week. we're about to go on a walk now.

"I'm ready." I looked up from my phone, and my eyes widened, a gasp leaving my lips. With Y/N's coat being unbuttoned, I could still see her dark orange V-neck, and now her little baby bump.

"What? What's wrong?" asked Y/N, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"You're...you're showing," I whispered. I walked the small distance towards her and gently put my hands on Y/N's tiny bump. She giggled.

"I just noticed, too. That's why I was taking so long, I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror," explained Y/N. I smiled. I leaned down and kissed her, feeling her smile during the whole kiss.

"Ready to go on that walk?" asked Y/N, pulling away. I chuckled, following behind Y/N and outside into the crisp, chilly evening autumn air.

Liam-"Liam! Li! Liam, come here! Now, Li!" I heard Y/N shout from our shared bedroom. I bolted up from the couch and ran up the stairs to the second floor where our room, and Y/N, was.

"What's wrong?!" I asked, out of breath from taking the steps three at a time. Y/N didn't say anything, just kept looking at herself in out full body mirror. She was only in her bra and panties, her hair wet and water dripping down her back from just getting out of the shower just a few minutes ago.

"Look, Li," Y/N finally turned around and faced me, a smile etched on her face. My eyes traveled from her Y/Eye Color, to her red bra, and finally stopped on her stomach. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped a bit.

Y/N was showing.

 The bump wasn't huge, yet, considering she had only been pregnant for three months. I looked back up at her, a smile making it's way onto my face.

"I have to take a picture and send it to my mom! Liam, go get my phone!" said Y/N. I chuckled, shaking my head at Y/N's excitdness as I walked out of our bedroom and back down to the living room where she left her phone charging on the floor next to our flat screen TV.

Niall-I turned the key, unlocking the front door to Y/N and I's house. The whole house was dark and quiet, which wasn't surprising considering it was twelve thirty in the morning, and Y/N was normally asleep by ten forty five.

I kicked off my shoes and slid off my brown leather jacket, and walked into the kitchen, setting my keys on the marble island and plugging in my almost dead phone, setting it down next to Y/N's. I walked around the aisled and onto the plush white carpeted floor, walking down the hallway to Y/N and I's master bedroom, ready to strip out of my clothes and into a pair of pajama pants, intended to cuddle with my wife of three years.

I stopped walking, standing in the doorway of our bedroom. Before I could think the question in my head, I heard my answer. Y/N giggled again, and I realized it was coming from our master bathroom. The door was just a crack open and light was illuminating from the cracks.

I walked over to the bathroom door, happy that the plush white carpet quieted my footsteps. I pushed the door open quietly and leaned against the doorway, crossing my right ankle over my left and my arms across my chest.

Y/N was standing in front of the long sink that we had specially made because Y/N didn't want "stupid couple sinks" but still wanted to get ready together every morning beside me. She was wearing black Nike Spandex and a black tank-top.

She giggled again, and she moved her hands to her stomach, another giggle leaving her mouth.

"What are you doing?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. Y/N jumped, turning her head away from the mirror and at me. A small smirk made its way onto my lips as I saw a faint pink blush rise onto her cheeks from being caught.

"I woke up a couple of minutes ago having to pee and when I was walking past the mirror I noticed that I have a small baby bump," explained Y/N. My eyes widened and a smile replaced the smirk on my face.

"You're showing?!" I asked. I walked over to her and dropped to my knees, pulling her tank-top up until it was above her boobs. My hands skimmed over her baby bump, my lips leaving kisses all over.

"I was going to tell you in the morning because I knew you were going to be tired from working so late and knew you were going to be tired and just wanted to go to bed." said Y/N. I stood up, leaning down and pecking Y/N's lips.

"Lets get you and the baby back to bed." I said. Y/N smiled, another giggle leaving her lips.

Harry-"You just want to stay the night, mate? It's late, and even though you sobered up a lot, if you got pulled over you would still fail the Breathalyzer test and get a DUI and go to jail," I asked Louis. He nodded, hanging his car keys on the hook next to mine.

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom on the third floor. There are some of my pajamas in there if you want to change." I said. Louis nodded again. We both walked into the yellow painted kitchen, Y/N insisting we paint it yellow because her dream kitchen in her fantasies was yellow. I closed the fridge door, holding two cold, plastic water bottles and handing one to Louis.

"Thanks, mate. And thanks for letting me stay." said Louis. I swallowed the drink of my water.

"No problem. Y/N won't care." I said. We walked up the stairs to the second floor, Louis and I bidding our goodnights, and Louis walking up the stairs to the third floor while I opened the bedroom door. I smiled at the sight in front of me.

The flat screen TV that we mounted on the wall was on, playing the rerun of whatever the name of the Lifetime movie that Y/N had been dying to see for two weeks. Speaking of Y/N, she was asleep on top of the covers. Her Y/Hair Color was sprawled out against the pillow. She was in one of my black shirts that was giant on her, a pair of socks, and I knew she was just in her panties under my shirt.

I took off my black skinny jeans and white shirt off and climbed into my side of the king sized bed. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV and placed it on my bedside table. I turned on my side and placed one hand on Y/N's stomach like I did every night.

My eyes shot up. I sat up, leaning over to turn on the lamp. I turned it to the lowest light so I wouldn't wake Y/N, but the girl can sleep through anything. I lifted my shirt up and gasped, tears filling my eyes.

I debated on waking my wife up so I could gush to her about her starting to show finally, but decided against, knowing that Y/N didn't work the next five days and that she needed her sleep. Plus, she would kill me if I woke her up before eight thirty am. It was currently three fifteen.

I leaned over and shut the lamp off, laying back down and putting my hand back on Y/N's tiny protruding stomach, falling asleep with a happy smile on my face.

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