"Guys, I really want pancakes." I pout at my Alphas, rubbing my hands on my small, almost nonexistent, three month baby bump.
"I'll make them!" Louis and Niall yell at the same time, jumping up from the couch we're all cuddled on, fighting each other to make it to the kitchen while Zayn, Liam, and I stare wide-eyed after them. After the two of them wrestle each other out of view, Liam turns to me and pats my knee. "I'll make them, love."
"Thank you. Louis always burns them and Niall always eats most of it before he even brings it to me." I tell him, watching as he laughs and stands from the couch, following after the other two. Zayn wraps his arms around my waist and gently pulls me over to him, placing a kiss on the top of my head once I lay my head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat.
None of us know which one of them is the father yet, the doctor said we'll find out once I have the baby. And of course all four of the boys have biased opinions that it's them. Honestly I'm not sure who it will be. At first I clung to Niall a lot, so I thought it might be him, but I cling to all of them at different times so that's not really an indicator.
"Harry!" Louis and Niall walk out of the kitchen, arms crossed, with similar pouts on their faces. "Liam kicked us out of the kitchen." Niall whines.
In response I open up my arms, which both boys try burrowing into, however Niall pushes Louis down on the ground before he can reach me.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Louis screams, rubbing the top of his head and glaring up at where Niall is now sitting in my lap, his hand against my belly.
"I wanted to cuddle him." Niall shrugs.
Zayn sighs and reaches over, plants both hands against Niall's back, and shoves him off my lap. "Oh! What the fuck." Niall yelps, glaring at Zayn.
Louis snickers. "Karma's a bitch."
"So is your face." Niall retorts, throwing his arm out and smacking Louis in the chest.
"What kind of insult even is that?" Louis replies, punching Niall in the arm.
"Alright, alright." I yell, sticking my feet out and pressing them against both of their chests when I see Niall balling his fists. "Calm the fuck down. Jesus I'm not supposed to have kids for another 6 months."
"Sorry, Harry." Louis and Niall say in sync, looking down at the biege carpet underneath their legs.
"You boys should be ashamed of yourselves. To your rooms," Zayn tells them, pointing back towards the stairs.
Louis makes a face at him while Niall rolls his eyes. "Harry, love, the pancakes are done!" Liam yells, walking out of the kitchen, holding a plate with three pancakes on it.
"Thank you, Li." I say, kissing him quickly on the cheek as he passes the plate to me, then plops down beside me.
Niall looks at the pancakes, absent-mindedly licking his lips. "No, shoo. My pancakes." I glare at him, flicking him on the nose. He growls, playfully biting my finger. I roll my eyes fondly, gently pushing his head away from me, grabbing the fork Liam laid on my plate and taking a bite.
Not even halfway through my first pancake, I begin feeling the churning in my stomach. I quickly hand the plate to Niall and jump up from the couch, ignoring the questions from my Alphas, and take off running to the nearest bathroom, throwing the door open and kneeling down in front of the toilet just in time.
Someone gathers my hair, which is quite long now, in their hands to keep it out of my face as I throw up the food I've managed to stomach up until this point. I lean back on my haunches once I'm finished, Zayn helping me up on my feet and over to the sink, where I quickly and thoroughly brush my teeth. "Why the fuck is it called morning sickness if it lasts all day?" I groan, leaning my head against Louis' shoulder.
Louis reaches up and runs his fingers through my hair. "I don't know, lovely."
I sigh and pull away, the five of us heading back to the living room. My mates sit down on the couch while I continue on to the kitchen. "You alright, H?" Zayn asks, already standing back up from the couch and walking over to me.
I nod, pausing in the doorway to the kitchen to look at them. "Just want some water now."
"I'll get it." He places a kiss on my forehead and turns.
I grip onto his arm, successfully stopping him. "I can get it, Z."
"I know you can. I want to get it for you though." Zayn gives me a smile, pats my bum once, and then continues on into the kitchen.
"C'mere, kitten." Louis opens his arms when I look back at him. I raise my eyebrows at the new nickname, but walk over, sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest.
"Here's the pancakes, sweetheart." Niall tells me, the plate of pancakes in his hand.
I shake my head, feeling sick just from the sight of them. "You can have them, Ni." I turn and give Liam an apologetic kiss. "Sorry, Liam."
"It's alright, babe." Liam says, smiling.
"But you went through the trouble of-"
Liam cuts me off with another kiss. "It's alright. It wasn't any trouble and I don't want you to eat what you don't want to just because you think I'll get upset. Besides we all know it won't go to waste with Niall here." Niall turns around at the mention of his name and smiles brightly at us, cheeks puffed up from pancake.
"My little chipmunk," I coo, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on his nose. Niall laughs, right as Zayn walks back in, carrying a glass of water. He rejoins us all the couch, handing me the glass of water along with a kiss on the cheek. Life is absolutely perfect.
For now.
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