Pregnancy Series

#40 Sore / Uncomfortable

LIAM:

You hummed to yourself as you cleaned around the house. Over the last week, you have begun ‘nesting’. As you walked into the living room where Liam was sitting, a pain shot up through your knees. You winced and bit your lip, shifting on your feet. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Liam asked concerned as he walked towards you. “Yeah Li, I’m fine,” you said, smiling weakly. Liam raised his eyebrow, knowing you weren’t but didn’t want to push you. “Just going to put these in the nursery,” you said. As you took a step, your knee gave way and almost fell to the ground, but a pair of strong arms caught you. “Li,” you whimpered, as he held you up. “Let’s go sit down and relax for a little bit, yeah?” He said, swallowing thickly. Before you could answer, Liam put one of his arms at the back of your legs, the other around your back and picked you up bridal style. “Li, I weigh more than I used too. You’ll hurt yourself,” you said, angrily but then giggled. “I’m stronger than I look sweetheart,” he chuckled. He placed you on the couch gently, before sitting down himself. He picked up your feet, taking off your shoes and socks. You giggled as he massaged your feet and knees. “That feels so good Li,” you whispered, your whole body relaxing. “I’m glad. You need to slow down darling. I can do the cleaning, I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he said, “let me take care of my girl.”

LOUIS:

"You’re so beautiful," Louis whispered against your lips, before kissing you again. You ran your fingers through his hair, stopping at the beck of his neck. Louis’ kissed along your jaw and down your neck. "Lou," you whimpered, feeling his hands travel down your body, stopping on your lower back. As you both slowly laid down, Louis’ hands were soft as they ran over your body. As he went to remove his tshirt you were wearing, his hand accidentally grazed your breast. "Lou stop. Ow," you yelped, pushing him away, before covering your chest with your arms. "Boo?" He panicked, leaning back on the bed and frowning when he saw your tears, "I’m sorry, I hurt you, are you ok?" You nodded, before shaking your head. "Darling, please talk to me, what can I do?" He whispered kissing your forehead. You sighed and buried your face in his chest. "Just hold me," you whispered. His touch was gentle, holding you like you were breakable. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you were already were. "I’m sorry," you said against his chest, "they have just been really sore lately." "No need to apologise love, can I do anything to make you feel better?" He asked, "I could kiss them better?" You looked up at him and giggled. "You’re making me feel better already," you smiled, as he rubbed your back and hummed an unknown tune softly.

NIALL:

"Morning beautiful," Niall said happily, as he walked into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around you, head resting on your shoulder. As he ran his hands over the curve of your stomach, you whimpered and flinched. He dropped his hands confused. "Princess what’s wrong?" He asked. You gave him small smile and walked into the bedroom before he could see your tears. You sat on the bed and rolled up your maternity top. You frowned at the stretch marks that had appeared. "Darling," Niall froze when he saw you running your fingers over the marks. "Before you say anything," you said not looking up, "I know they show that the babies are growing probably and I’m not as worried about them as I was before. But they hurt," you whimpered, unable to stop the tears falling, "I can almost feel my skin stretching. And they’re itchy." Niall sat beside you and kissed your temple. "I’m sorry darling. I hate knowing that our little Horans are causing you pain," he said, placing his hand on yours. "How about a bath? I read they help with any pain." You nodded as he walked away. Moments later he returned and held his hands out for you. You giggled and let him walk you into the bathroom. You giggled as Niall helped you undress and slowly lowed you into the bath. "So good," you whispered. He nodded and knelt beside the bath, head resting on folded arms on the edge. As you let the water relax your aching body, Niall sung softly.

HARRY:

"Baby, I’m home," Harry called out happily, as he closed the door. When he didn’t get a reply, he walked towards the bedroom; his smile fading when he saw you. You sighed and rolled over again on the bed, eyes landing on Harry in the doorway. In that moment, the tears you had managed to stop earlier, begun falling down your cheeks. "Baby, it’s ok. Shh," he whispered, rushing to the bed. He gently laid down beside you, careful of your baby bump. "Can you tell me what’s wrong sweetheart?" He said, brushing your hair away from your face. "I just want to sleep," you mumbled, "but my back really hurts." Harry sighed pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his arm around you, careful not to apply too much pressure to any part of your body. You snuggled into his chest, his scent calming. "Last night I read some ways to help you sleep better. Can we try them?" He asked. You nodded slowly, wanting to try anything but scared of moving. Harry carefully picked up an extra pillow and gently lifted you up, so he could put the pillow under your stomach. "No no Haz, stop," you whimpered, "everything hurts. Don’t make me move." He sighed, "I promise this will make you feel better," he said, quickly sliding the pillow under you. You sighed as the pressure in your back eased. Harry smiled and laid back down. He wiggled closer to you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "Better baby?" He asked, but chuckled when he saw you were already fast asleep, "good night beautiful."

ZAYN:

"Ow," you whispered, rubbing your hand over the top of your bump, "please stop kicking mummy in the ribs." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, but suddenly winced and snapped your eyes open, as the baby kicked your rib again. You rubbed a little harder, but still gently, trying to settle the kicks. You tried to take another deep breath, but over the past few weeks as the baby grew, it had become harder too, now being one of those times. You felt tears fill your eyes, as you shrugged to take a breath. In the moment, Zayn walked into the bedroom. "Hey babygirl, what do-," he stopped and rushed to you. "Darling, what’s wrong?" He asked, kneeling in front of you. You shook her head, as you tried to breath. Zayn sensed what was wrong and sat on the bed beside you, a hand on your back, rubbing softly. "Sit straight up, that’s it baby," he whispered, taking your hand in his larger one. "Nice and slow," he kissed your temple. You closed your eyes as you felt your lungs expand, filling with oxygen. After a few breaths, you slowly opened your eyes. "Feeling better?" He asked, gently touching your cheek. You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder. "Our little one is too big to be so wiggly, there isn’t much room for them to do that anymore," he said, placing his hand on your rounded stomach, smiling as the baby settled down.