chapter ten: "that kick is ours."

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CUTENESS

*Perrie's POV is back, back again.*

"Tea?'' Zayn placed a piping hot cup of tea in front of me on the table.

I laid all snuggled up under the blankets on the couch, watching a Friends marathon. I felt sick out of my mind, and yet I don't know why. Zayn had to stay home today to take care of me, even though I insisted on otherwise.

"Thank you," I said weakly, throwing the blanket off me and sitting up on the couch. My head started to pound from the simple movement as I reached for the china cup.

"Are you okay?'' Zayn asked for the millionth time, seeing as I was taking two years to pick up a simple item.

I nodded. "Yea, I guess this is just the climax of entering my second trimester."

I didn't entirely know if that was true, or if it even made sense, but knowing Zayn if I had said anything else he would've rushed my ass to the emergency room.

I pulled my sleeves over my hands and finally grabbed the handle on the cup. I brought it to my mouth and took a sip, only to be accompanied by a blistering heat. I continued to sip anyway, despite the pain.

"Have you been eating?'' Zayn asked after a moment of silence. I give him a strange look.

"Well, I eat every meal I have with you, so I think you know the answer to that." I wink sarcastically.

I lean back in the couch with my hands on my growing bump as Zayn continues to talk.

"Malnutrition during pregnancy is something that can get you as weak as so." He explains.

"How do you know that?'' I ask curiously.

In response to my question, he picks up one of my maternity books I left on the lounge table last night when I fell asleep reading.

I giggle. "You read my maternity book?''

"I was bored, there was nothing on, and you were asleep." He argues.

I put down the tea and lay back down on the couch with the blanket covering half of my body. My stomach was starting to hurt a bit after the rapid sipping I was doing.

I found it cute how Zayn took the time to skim through my book. Even as he argues that there was simply nothing else to do, I knew deep inside he just really wanted to know things.

I gave him a weak smile. "You're adorable."

He leaned down to kiss me, but I stuck my hand in the space between his lips and mine.

"Don't; you'll get sick too." I warned him.

Zayn laces his fingers in between mine and pulls our hands downwards so there is nothing in the way. He then proceeds to kiss me again, and this time I didn't stop him.

I felt butterflies in my stomach at first, which wasn't too uncommon. After a couple more seconds of sucking off Zayn's face, I realize they weren't butterflies.

They were kicks.

I instantly detached myself from him, causing a sad Zayn.

"Oh my god, Zayn feel!" I exclaimed, putting one hand on my small bump and the other guiding Zayn's hand towards the same location.

The baby's kicks were quite small, yet extremely noticeable. It was an incredible feeling, knowing there's life living inside you.

"It's- it's kicking," Zayn said breathlessly, firming his hand on my stomach. He slid off the loveseat he was sitting on - hand still where it was - and crouched in front of me on the floor.

I placed my left hand on top of Zayn's on my bump. "It is."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't help it! I was so emotional right now.

Zayn leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my bump right above my belly button. The action encouraged a tear down my cheek. I wiped it away in time so Zayn didn't see.

"That is just... wow." Zayn said exasperatedly. "That kick is ours."

"Hi little Pookie," I look down at my baby bump, forgetting all about the sickness that I just had moments ago.

Zayn chuckled fondly and sat on the couch next to me. I leaned into him so my body was lying sideways on his lap and continued to speak.

"Thanks for the reminder that you're in there, alive and well." The feeling of no blanket hit me and I was freezing cold again. I snuggled into Zayn's side a bit more and he attempted to wrap us both with his sweater.

"I just want to let you know that we love you very much, boy or girl." I attempted to bend down and kiss my own stomach, but since that didn't work I kissed my hand and placed it on my belly.

I snuggled into Zayn's embrace a bit more and closed my eyes. I felt so worn out all of a sudden.

"Tired, Perrie-Lou?'' Zayn asked. I mentally rolled my eyes. He had gotten into this habit of calling me Perrie-Lou when he meant to call me Perrie Louise a few days ago and flubbed it.

I nodded my head against his warm chest and tried to push myself more into him, though the action was not possible.

"Do you want me to carry you up to the room?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Take a nap with me," I insisted sleepily. Zayn wrapped his arms around my back.

"Do you really not want to get up?" I nodded my head again. Zayn chuckled, I could feel it through his chest.

"Alright, I guess I could sleep." He agreed.

When I woke up two hours later, I was alone on the couch and covered with a duvet from our bedroom. The light was off and all was still. I sat up slowly with a firm hand on my bump. The baby was kicking a lot more and it was now an irritating feeling.

I wrapped my whole arm around my bump and placed my hand on my forehead as I walked around the house looking for Zayn. My head was feeling pretty hot, meaning I had a fever coming on. Fantastic.

Zayn's voice was heard faintly as I reached the second floor. Following the sound, I found him in our room. Being as nosy as I am, I stayed out and listened to what he was saying on the phone.

"...Shit. How the hell am I supposed to tell her that?'' Zayn said into the line, me assuming the 'her' in this scenario was yours truly. There was a muffled talking from the other line before he continued to talk.

"No, I can't go. I can't. I can't leave her." Zayn said like a shaking toddler.

"Go without me." He persisted to whoever he was talking to. More muffled voices.

"No. Liam please, reason with me. Are you telling Sophia about this event?'' Huh. So it's a secret no-girlfriend meeting.

"So, you get to lie and say you're with family and I have to man up and tell my pregnant fiancée to suck it up because I'm going to be gone for two weeks? Please, I really don't want to go." He sounded desperate, so I made a mental note that whenever he told me about what he was talking about with Liam I wouldn't be mad.

Or at least, I would try not to be.

"AHHH! You're all driving me up a fucking wall!" Zayn yelled into the line, making me cringe. I think he then hung up, because I heard footsteps coming towards the door.

I mentally thanked God for our carpeted floors that don't make noise when you walk and shuffled over to the bathroom next door to make it look like I was looking for something in the cabinets.

"Perrie? I didn't hear you come up." Zayn looked in the bathroom and saw me there.

"Yea, I heard you screaming." I lied. "Is something wrong?''

I leaned on the wall since the standing was tiring and stared at my fiancé intently.

He sighed. "I have to tell you something."

"zayn, i'm pregnant." ♡ z.p.Where stories live. Discover now