Zayn's Maid

Chapter 49

Zayn's P.O.V

It felt like I had turned a new leaf. Before I met Perrie I had never looked at a girl with so much respect, I realised how wrong I was for taking advantage of girls. She traced my tattoos in her sleep and nuzzled into my bare chest, her skin warm against mine. I laughed softly and pulled her closer, rubbing her naked shoulders with my forefinger. She whimpered softly and clutched her stomach in her hand, her eyebrows narrowed. I sighed and reached my hands under the covers, cupping her tiny bump between my fingers. I took the scan picture and smiled at it, stroking the baby's face with my finger.

There was just one problem.

We would have to buy cots and baby-grows and a shit load of nappies which seemed like a lot of work to do within nine months. And that wasn't including decorating the spare bedroom to make it more baby friendly than dark sex chamber.

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I groaned and rolled over to wrap my arm round Perrie, finding the bed empty and cold. The smell of pancakes floated from downstairs and I perked up, sniffing intently.

I pulled on a shirt and sleepily stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes as she carefully flipped the perfect pancake in a pan. She smiled sweetly and flopped it onto a plate for me along with a mound of strawberries and syrup.

"What's all this?" I asked grinning.

"Well I'm gonna have to know how to cook when we've got this on the way," she said, pointing towards her stomach.

I smiled and sat down at the table where my pancakes were patiently waiting, her hands slipping round my neck as I nodded my head with appreciation.

"They're brilliant, aren't you eating anything?"

She rolled her eyes and flopped down with a bowl of fruit, shuffling pieces of apple and pear around unenthusiastically. I laughed and teased her with a forkful of pancake smothered in syrup, savouring it just to wind her up. She punched my arm playfully and giggled, screwing her face up at her own breakfast.

"Somehow a bowl of fruit doesn't seem so appetising..." she sighed.

I smirked and ran my finger round the plate, picking up ever smidge of syrup. She smiled and dumped the dishes in the sink, gazing out the window as she sank her hands into the bubbles.

"Here, let me help you," I grinned, picking up a scraggly dish towel.

"We really should start the nursery," she sighed, grabbing the towel to dry her hands.

I exhaled heavily and made an imaginary list of the work I had to do for this baby coming. It wasn't even here yet and I was already exhausted just thinking about what we had to come.

My phone suddenly vibrated across the glass table, Niall's face popping onto the screen. I frowned and picked it up, bracing myself for a lecture.

"Hello?" I said uneasily, holding the phone at arms length away from my ear.

"Zayn? It's me," he said calmly with his thick Irish accent

"Yes Niall, I know it's you-"

"Can we come over?" he asked sharply, surprising me by his eagerness.

"Wait, hold on a second..." I said, looking up at Perrie who was in a daydream, "Perrie? Can the boys come over tonight?"

"Hm? Oh, yes of course! You shouldn't have to ask me these things, it's your house after all," she said.

I shook my head at her and laughed softly, pacing up an down the kitchen. I didn't know if I wanted the guys to come over, I was happy, just me and Perrie, and I didn't want to cause a commotion.

"Okay, it's cool," I sighed.

"Great...see you at seven?" he said dryly.

"Sure."

He hung up and I glared through the phone, wishing I had said no like I had wanted to.

"Everything okay?" Perrie asked quietly, leaning against the breakfast bar.

I nodded and walked over to her, pressing my body against hers as she eyed me cautiously.

"I just want you all to myself," I whispered, sucking on her neck.

She laughed and brushed her fingers through my hair softly, nuzzling into my shoulder.

"Zayn? I...I want to do it again you know? I feel-"

"Horny?"

She blushed and looked away from my eyes, her hair falling over her face.

"But I'm scared that...it will-"

"Come here," I laughed, pulling her onto my hips.

I sat on the couch in the living room, unbuckling her belt as she looked oddly at me.

"But Zayn-"

"Ssh, I'll tell you what to do," I whispered, pulling her jeans down to her ankles, " I'll make you feel good again, without that."

I'm so sorry I've not updated this in so so long, I couldn't leave you hanging any longer... that would just be cruel xxx