Zalfie Oneshots

I Will Keep You Safe

Zoe's POV

Four more months to go.

Four more months until the little human growing inside me will be out here with me and its daddy.

I stood in my bedroom in front of the mirror, my soft shorts and tight summer t-shirt really showing off my little bump. It had taken a while to start showing, but over the past month or so it had began to round into a perfect little ball between my breasts and my hips. I smiled at my reflection and placed my hands on my tummy, gently stoking it over my shirt.

"Hey Liccle One" My husband smiled at me through the mirror as he came up behind me, his hair still wet and a towel around his waist. "Hey Liddle Bean" he bent to kiss my stomach and then put his hands over mine on our bump. He'd taken to calling our baby 'Liddle Bean' as soon as we'd seen our first scan picture, insisting the little alien looking thing looked more like a bean.

"Nice shower?" I asked him, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

Alfie kissed the side of my head and hummed a yes in my ear. "I wish I didn't have to go today. I don't want to leave you here alone." he sighed.

"I'll be fine" I assured him, kissing his cheek gently and then smiling at our reflection.

It was cute.

"But how can you be sure, you need someone here in case the baby kicks or moves or any of the complications I read about occur" he stressed.

Half of me swooned a little at how much he'd put into this, reading books and articles about fatherhood and pregnancy from the minute I told him we were parents-to-be.

The other half of me rolled my eyes at his unneeded display of stress over nothing at all, something he'd gradually got worse and worse at since the beginning of my pregnancy. First of all it was little things like not wanting me to strain myself or overdo it, and I actually quite enjoyed being waited on hand and foot for the first week or so, but then it was every time we did things separately, or every time I got a bit stressed with work, and the worst part of all, he's even started stressing about sex, claiming some people say its not good for the baby.

"Alfie, go to your meetings, bring me back some pizza and be ready to give me a massage when you get home. I'll spend the day on the sofa, maybe I'll even have Poppy come round for a bit. Just relax." I sighed, walking out into the hall and trudging down the stairs.

It took a second or two, I assumed he was getting dressed, but soon enough Alfie's footsteps began the decent behind me.

He sighed, "I'm sorry Gorgeous. I know I'm being over the top but I just want this to be perfect. I want everything to just be perfect." He gently raised his hands to hold my bump and lent his lips against my forehead, "For all three of us." He finished, kissing my forehead.

"I know you do," I wrapped my arms around his back loosely, the bump becoming a little bit of an annoyance in that I couldn't get as close to Alfie as I wanted to be, "I do too. But there's no use in just sitting around all day everyday worrying about things for the next five months. These are our last few months left of it being just you and me before baby makes three" both of us smiled, "so let's just have fun, okay?"

Alfie nodded and smiled "Okay." He kissed my head gently.

"Right, I'll go to my merch meeting in town, but there's really no point in going to the one after that, its not that important. Once the merch one is over I'll come back here and pick you up and we'll go down to the sea front for a walk with Nala. How does that sound?" Alfie began putting his shoes on and trying to sort his hair in the mirror.