sweater swap ➳ ziam au

epilogue

"Liam," Zayn groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow, "Fuck, babe. N-not now."

Liam smirked from his position in between his boyfriend's thighs. He ignored the raven haired man's protests and ducked down to press his tongue flat against Zayn's pretty pink hole, his hands massaging his lover's pushed out navel.

"Liam," Zayn whined again, panting as he fisted the sheets, "Y-you know we- ah- we can't do this."

"The doctor said not to fuck you," Liam paused, wiping the spit away from his mouth, "This won't hurt the baby."

"I hate you." Zayn moaned without conviction as Liam pressed a kiss to his pregnant boyfriend's stomach before lowering his head again.

"Niall's going to wake up soon." Zayn pointed out, his toes curling when Liam merely lapped against his fluttering hole. The brunette sucked on Zayn's inner thigh, leaving dark bruises before licking up his cøck.

"You're a dickhead." Zayn rasped out, one hand tugging at Liam's hair and the other resting on his 5 months bump.

"Your dickhead, though." Liam replied, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he gave Zayn a lazy hand job.

"Hurry up before Niall--"

As if on cue, little knocks on their door were heard and Niall whined. Zayn clenched his eyes and spurted sticky white lines on his stomach unexpectedly, watching Liam lick it away with half lidded eyes.

"Go clean up in the bathroom, babe." Liam kissed him, patting his bum, "I'll go put Niall back to bed."

--

"So, is it a boy?" Zayn chuckled as he smacked Harry upright his head.

"We haven't gotten the ultra sound done yet." Zayn bit his lip, watching Harry fumble with the coffee machine, "You suck at making coffee."

"Ugh, tell me about it. Can't wait for you to come back from your leave, I only work well in two places," Harry grumbled, his lips tugging into a smile, "Behind the stove and underneath Louis."

"You're disgusting."

"Says the person who was caught by a 5 year old toddler giving his father a blowjob." Harry retorted.

Zayn groaned as the embarrassing image resurfaced in his mind, and how it was a pain in the ass to explain to Niall that Zayn was just checking to see if Liam had a 'boo boo'.

"Seriously, though, you're nasty." Harry scrunched up his nose, laughing as Zayn punched him playfully, "So when is your man popping the question?"

"Soon, hopefully." Zayn bit his bottom lip, running his finger along the rim of his cup, "Saw him go to a jewelry store a week ago; maybe it's sooner than expected?"

"Wouldn't be surprised," Harry shrugged, ringing up the new customer, "You guys have been together for, like, 3 years. He's whipped for you and you're carrying his baby. Don't see what's stopping him."

"Yeah," Zayn mumbled in thought, his daydreams wandering off to his and Liam's wedding.

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"Liam, go change Niall. He smells awful." Zayn huffed as he saw his boyfriend come in with his son covered in dirt and sweat, "And you should grab a shower too; you stink."

"It's the Payne genetics, baby. We smell like proper men." Liam flexed his muscles and Zayn giggled as he saw Niall trying to copy his father's action.

"You smell like stinky men, though. You better be clean when I'm done with the laundry." Zayn stated pointedly, shifting the basket full of clothes in his hands, giving Liam a kiss before wandering off towards the laundry room.

Placing the basket on the floor, he smiled fondly once he heard Liam and Niall rush towards the TV room.

Switching the machine on, Zayn dumped soap into it before grabbing the dirty clothes from the basket; throwing them in separately. His eyes widened as he spotted a familiar grey sweater in the bottom of the pile, and he tugged up the folded piece of clothing only to bask in warm nostalgia; it was his favorite sweater from years ago which Liam never returned.

Bringing it up to his nose, Zayn sniffed and could barely catch the old woody smell before a box was tumbling onto the ground, falling from the sweater's sleeve. Baffled, he reached down to grab it only to gasp lightly as he noticed it was a black velvet box.

"Don't open it yet, sweetheart."

Zayn jumped slightly as he turned around to see his boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with a sweet smile.

"I-I-- Liam."

Liam chuckled softly, gently prying the box from Zayn's hand before dropping onto one knee. The latter's eyes gathered with tears as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth which was seeping with whimpers.

"Don't cry, lovely, Niall's taking a video." Liam coaxed softly, the little blonde toddler making his presence known as he stood behind Liam with his father's phone.

"You're gonna be my Daddy, Zee!" the five year old giggled, and Zayn let the first batch of tears escape his eyes.

"Alright, so." Liam breathed, his nervousness and excitement evident in his eyes, "Zayn. My beautiful Zayn. God, I can't get enough of you, baby. I'm so glad you gave me a second chance three years ago; for now I know how great it is to have you in my life. I love you, Zayn, and it would be kind of, like, really cool if you'd marry me."

With that, Liam opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring engraved with a huge diamond. Zayn squealed and nodded, holding his hand out and Liam shakily pushed the ring up his finger.

"I love you!" Zayn sobbed, tumbling onto Liam as he kissed him feverishly, smiling against his lips when he heard a giddy Niall squealing.

"I love you too." Liam pressed a kiss against Zayn's forehead before wiping away his tears. He chuckled as Niall squirmed his way in between them, sitting on top of Zayn's swollen stomach holding his sibling, "I love all three of you."

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-THE END-

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So I realized I didn't tell anyone this was a short story? Eheh. My bad.

Anyway, thank you for sticking with me through this horrendously cliché book! I love you all!

~Harry.