Ten weeks and Niall was barely showing, but the ultrasounds said differently. They could see the limbs of the infant. Nothing was too detailed, but it didn't change anything.
Niall was getting Braxton Hicks regularily, not being able to move until they passed. Right now he was sitting cross legged on the sofa, his eyes closed and his hands rested on either side of his growing belly - taking deep breaths. Zayn wandered in from the kitchen and ran his fingers through the dyed blonde hair. "You ok?"
"Tons of pressure.." He replied on an exhale, staying in the same position. "How long do these last again?"
Zayn checked his watch, last time he saw Niall was when he was walking into the kitchen.. about a minute ago, maybe more. "Should be over in a little."
Sure enough, he was right - the pressure was released and Niall opened his blue eyes, blinking down at Zayn who was pressing his lips lightly against his tummy.
"Hello," He said in a slightly childish voice, "This is your daddy, how're you? You stay healthy ok? Oh and stop making your dad sore." Niall giggled and carded his fingers through Zayn's hair in return. With that, he stood up and hovered over the blonde, connecting their lips in a tender kiss. "I love you."
Niall rolled his eyes playfully, pulling him in for another kiss. "I love you more."
Just as Zayn was about to go into the study, he heard a small voice. Of course it was his boyfriend ; talking to the raised skin on his torso. He watched curiously, smirking softly. "Calm down a bit, yeah? You're making daddy's tummy hurt."
He decided to walk the rest of the way into the study, repeating the words he just heard in his head over and over. Just hearing that could've made his whole year.
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Eighteen weeks.
With every sound Niall or Zayn made, the fetus physically made in return. It would kick at anything that was resting ontop of the skin, almost as if it was saying hello, i'm here, pay attention to me.
In the past while they'd made it their goal to ready their duplex for the arrival of the baby (who was yet to be named), they hadn't fallen short procrastinating on everything except the wall colour. All the decorations and furniture was still tucked away in their boxes, brand new - as if they'd never been taken off the shelves.
"Beige is neutral." Zayn started. His tattooed arms were folded behind his back, he was looking at the room from the doorway. Niall pushed past him with a scoff. "What if it's a girl?" He had been holding onto his stomach this entire time, feeling the same pressure as he's felt all day in his lower stomach. "What if it's a boy?" The dark haired retorted, raising an eyebrow.
Niall chuckled, leaning into him. Zayn wrapped an arm round his waist and rested his head against Niall's, breathing steadily. "I'm sure the baby won't care what colour it's room is.. but if you want a different..-"
"Beige is fine."
