Pregnancy Series

#27 Scare (his pov)

LIAM:

"Here sweetheart, let’s get you back to bed," I said, helping Y/N stand up and slowly walk into our bedroom. She groaned again as I sat her gently on the bed. "Want to try another soda cracker or drink some water?" I asked. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and nodded slightly. I knelt in front of her on the bed and handed her a cracker, praying that her stomach would settle soon. The past few days, she has felt very nauseous and gotten worst overnight; worst than the morning sickness at the start of her pregnancy. "It’s going to be ok sweetheart," I whispered, watching her eat slowly. I gently pushed her hair out of her face, frowning when I felt her warm forehead. "Water?" I asked, once she had finished. "Slow sips," I encouraged, bringing the glass to her mouth. I hated seeing her like this and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it; made my heart ache. She signed as the cold water went down her burning throat. "Feel any better?" I asked putting the glass on the bedside table. Suddenly she leaned forward and without warning she threw up the little food all over me. "I’m s-sorry Li," she sobbed. I picked up the towel and gently wiped her mouth. "Oh love, no no, it’s alright," I whispered, "I’ve got you." She shook her head, "I can’t do this anymore. I don’t feel good and nothings working," she sobbed again, my eyes filling with eyes at her pain. "What about the baby? What if something is wrong?" she cried, making me go pale. "Hey, don’t panic beautiful, get some rest first," I said, laying her down. I quickly took my dirty top off and laid beside her. She closed her eyes and snuggled into my chest. I gently rubbed her rounded stomach as she fell asleep. I couldn’t help tears that filled my eyes. There had to be something that would help her; being this sick can’t be good for either her or the baby. I quietly picked up my phone and texted Perrie asking if she knew anything that could help Y/N. Within minutes, she replied, ‘Try tea, or water with lemon. Try to keep her dehydrated.’ I looked at Y/N; she was sleeping for the first time in hours, she was beginning to get colour back in her cheeks. I kissed her forehead; hoping that when she woke in a few hours, she would feel better. I don’t know what else to do.

LOUIS:

"Ow," I heard Y/N as I walked into the kitchen. She lent against the counter, hands on her baby bump. "What’s wrong love?" I asked, noticing her tears. "I don’t know. I keep getting these pains. They can’t be contractions, they have to be something else, but they have gotten worst," she said shakily. "He can’t come now, it’s not time yet," she sobbed. My stomach dropped; she was right, it’s too early. "Shh love, breathe," I soothed, "How about we sit on the couch. Get you comfortable; you’ll feel better," I suggested. She shook her head, "I-I can’t. He’s too little. If I move something will happen." Tears filled my own eyes as I saw how scared she was. "Please boo. Everything will be alright. I’ll call mum, she’ll know what to do," I said trying to be strong, but my voice cracked. She nodded weakly as I took her hands and slowly guided her to the couch. "Here you go beautiful," I said softly, lowering her down. She wined and squeezed my hand tightly. I sat on the floor in front of her and kissed her forehead. She let go of me and put her hands back on her rounded stomach. "Stay here with me, please," she pleated just above a whisper. I nodded; a million reasons ran through my head; all of them bad, but I knew one thing, I had to stay calm for Y/N; she was already so scared for our little man. I put one hand on her knee and the other dialled my mum’s number, putting it on speaker. "Mum," I said before she spoke, "Y/N is having some pains and they have gotten worst." She gasped in shock, then sighed, trying to think of why. "Have her waters broken or any bleeding?" she asked concerned. "No," Y/N replied, voice quiet. "Daring, are they regular?" my mum continued. "No and they don’t last long," she explained, looking at me. "No need to panic you two, they could be stress or tired related. Just relax; take a nap, drink some water and have something to eat," she paused, "maybe a cuddle with Lou. Just relax and they should pass. If not, call me again, but everything will be fine." "Thanks mum," I said, hanging up the phone and quickly ran to get Y/N some water. When I returned, she was laying down. "Cuddle with us?" she smiled weakly. "I would love to," I said carefully laying beside her. She rested her head on my chest, as my hands found her bump. I looked down at her; her eyes were closed and breathing was going back to normal. "Daddy can’t wait to meet you, but you have to stay in there a little longer," I whispered relived but still shaken up, "I love you."