Our Baby (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Chapter 8

"Okay, that's it!" I all but yell, glaring over at my Alphas. We're all curled up in the bed, me in the middle, some tv show on that nobody is paying attention to. Instead my Alphas are focused on me, or rather my bump. "The next person who even thinks about touching me again is getting their dick cut off." 

"But, love, wouldn't that affect you more than it would us?" Zayn asks, blinking innocently. "I mean, you use them more than we do." 

"You certainly used them last night." Niall recalls, his chest rumbling with a growl, his eyes darkening. 

I smack his hands away when they reach for my thighs. "Stop touching! Liam, growl at them for me." 

Liam growls at the two, baring his teeth. He grabs me by my waist just long enough to lift me up and set me on the end of the bed, away from their body heat. Then he lifts one of his hands to my forehead, a frown appearing on his face. "You're burning up, H. Are you alright? Do you feel sick?" 

"No," I answer, watching as Niall, Louis, and Zayn frown as well. "Just really hot." 

"You and me are going to go sleep in the guest room. Niall," Liam looks over at the blond alpha. "Would you please go get a glass of water? And Zayn, would you get a washcloth damp? To put on his forehead." 

While both boys take off to do as told, Louis speaks. "What can I do?" 

"Help me make sure he gets to the other bed okay." Then Liam turns his stare to me, concern clear on his face. "Do you think you can walk, sweetheart?" 

"Yes." I answer. "But the sitting up part, I'm not so sure about." 

Louis and Liam both reach out to carefully pull me into a sitting position. They let go and I scoot to the edge, standing up. I wobble unsteadily, gripping Louis' shoulder to catch my balance. 

"Okay, how about the boys and I take the other bed, so Harry doesn't have to move?" Louis asks, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. 

"I'm fine, Lou. Just fat." I sigh. My hands move to my stomach subconsciously. "This bed is bigger, so you guys need to stay in here." 

"You're not fat." Zayn comes out of the bathroom, cold cloth in his hand. "You're pregnant with my baby." 

The four of us walk towards the guest room, the one right across the hallway, with them surrounding me, ready for the first sign of a stumble. 

Niall is already in the bedroom, glass of water with ice in his hand, when we walk in. When we near the bed, before I can even attempt to climb on, Louis picks me up and sets me on the pillow, while Liam moves the covers out of the way. 

Zayn goes to place the cloth on my forehead, but Louis tells him to wait as he runs out of the room. Louis returns moments later, and walks over to me. "Is it alright if I put your hair up, love? So it's off your forehead?" 

I nod, placing my hands on the mattress to push my body up, and Louis rushes to assist. He makes quick work of gathering my hair, making a rather neat bun with it. The relief is instant, the back of my neck cooling down. Louis helps me lay back down and Zayn places the cloth on my forehead. It's not as cold as he originally got it, but it's cool enough to still have effect. 

Niall leans over me, holding the glass up to my lips and carefully pouring a little. When I'm finished, he sets it on the bedside table. 

"I'm fine now. You guys go on to bed." I tell them quietly, easing over on my side, facing them. 

All four of my Alphas glance at each other, the concerned and worried looks never disappearing from their faces. "He's right, you guys go lay down. I'm probably going to be up all night, so if anything happens I'll call for you."