jaan//ziam

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When Liam wakes up (when did he go to sleep?) he finds himself in a bed, covered by 3 blankets. Feeling much, much better.

Only. . . Where is Zayn?

'Ah good Liam, you're up'

What?

Liam whines softly as he stretches his limbs, and turns to face the voice, still huddled up in his blanket den, eyes half–closed.

Until he spots the beauty standing beside the bed.

Holy fuck.

Oh, and Zayn.

The (hot) man who spoke, smiles and takes a seat on the bed, 'Namaste'

Speak in that accent when you're rimming me—

'Namaste' Liam replies, cringing when his voice comes out hoarse.

'I am the raaj ghar's [palace] general physician. Emir Sahib wanted me to check you up because you were, ah, bleeding and hurting?'

When Liam glances at Zayn, the Emir looks away, avoiding Liam's eye.

'So' the physician starts, setting his equipment down before grabbing a pair of gloves beside him and tugging them on, 'How has the pregnancy been so far?'

Liam pushes himself up slowly, and rubs his eyes blearily with the back of his hands.

'Um' he hums, yawning, 'My feet hurt a lot, and my ankles are so sore. Um, lots of morning sickness, and I get some horrible cramps with them, but other than that it's okay, I think?

Zayn raises his eyebrows, 'What do you mean “it's okay”, you were fucking DYING in my arms half an hour ago—'

'Cramps where?' the doctor interrupts, shooting a sharp look at Zayn.

'Here' Liam mumbles, indicating his right hip. Zayn snorts bitterly, shaking his head.

The physician hums, nodding his head and Liam glances at Zayn who immediately looks away.

What's wrong with him?

'Carry on babe' the physician mutters, still not looking at Liam.

Babe. Liam practically preens at that. Zayn hates it.

Liam furrows his eyebrows, 'Aside from the fact that I've been lied to about pregnancy glows and I look hideous—'

'You don't. You look beautiful'

Liam flushes, pleasantly surprised as he smiles at the physician, who looks up from his stuff for a second to smile back at him.

Zayn bites his lip, furrowing his eyebrows at their little gestures.

What do they think they're doing?

'Oh, um. I have this unhealthy obsession with prawns and mango chutney—'

The physician snaps his gloves against his skin, interrupting Liam, 'Right. I am going to have to request you to take off your shirt'

Liam flushes at his request, and Zayn purses his lips disapprovingly.

'Um okay' Liam hums, struggling as he pulls the top over his bump, and then his head.

The physician smiles sweetly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, 'You remind me of my husband when he was pregnant—it's pretty adorable'

Liam smiles, eyeing Zayn out of the corner of his eye.

Two can play at this game.

'Your husband is hot, I hope, Doctor. . .?' Liam asks, smiling as he leans forward comfortably.