"zayn, i'm pregnant." ♡ z.p.

chapter nineteen: godparents

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*Perrie's all across the world listen up we're looking for recruits

If you're with me let my see your Perries stand up and salute

Get your killer Perries, sneakers, pumps, or lace up your Perries

Representing all the women

It's Perrie's POV*

I lay down on the bed, resting my head on the satin pillow. My back was aching and it felt good to lie down again after throwing up my insides.

"Are you okay?'' Zayn asked me one more time on this lovely morning. I murmured in response.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?'' He asks. I shook my head.

"Talk to me," I instructed, turning around to face him. I put one hand on my bump and wrapped my other arm around my forehead.

"About what?''

"Umm..." I briefly thought of a subject. "Who do you want Dakota's godparents to be?''

"Godparents?''

"Yea like, who would get custody of her if we die." I explained. "I would say our parents, but I don't think either wants the responsibility of taking care of a young child."

"So you're thinking like... one of our friends?''

"Well, I was thinking more on the lines of one of the girls and one of the guys. You pick someone, I pick someone."

Zayn nodded against the pillow in approval. "Okay. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"I nominate Jade. Thoughts?''

I knew that if me and Zayn both died Jade would gladly care for Dakota, I had thought about this way too much.

"I've got nothing against her. Jade it is."

"Okay, now you pick a guy."

Zayn made a sound that sounded like he was sucking air through his teeth and turned to face up on the bed. "Umm..."

I watched Zayn think of a responsible person to care for our child. He seemed to have trouble to pick one of the four guys.

"You need some more time?'' I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"No. Umm, I want it to be Harry."

Hah. Jade and Harry; how ironic.

We talked for a while longer until I had decided that two hours of laying and doing nothing was long enough. I waddled down the stairs behind Zayn and into the kitchen, settling on a stool. I watched as he started to brew some coffee and look over at me every few seconds.

"Here you are," He smiled at me, sliding over a purple mug filled with coffee.

I winked to show my gratitude, then turned on my side and picked up the coffee. Before I could bring it to my mouth, I dropped it when I felt a sharp pain tug through my abdomen.

"Perrie, are you okay?'' Zayn asked worriedly, rushing over to my distress.

I squinted my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around my bump, too in pain to respond. Zayn bent down to pick up the broken glass pieces of the mug, but I grabbed his shoulder so he couldn't.

"What's wrong?!" I could hear Zayn getting frantic. He shook out of my grasp and held onto both my shoulders.

"I...I..."

"Use your words, Perrie."

"I think I'm in labour!"