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Pregnant - Liam

The sound of his car keys dropping into the bowl woke you from where you were snuggled beneath one of Liam's jumpers, underneath your woolen blanket. An old episode of The Office was playing on the TV, a marathon playing on the Comedy Central channel all day. He could smell the faint scent of sick and lemon tea melded together and he knew you'd been snuggled there all day, with no intentions of even getting up and getting fresh air. He knew you weren't feeling so well that day, with a sickness spell waking the both of you up early that morning.

"Baby, how are you feeling now? Do you need me to make you some soup, or maybe some tea?" Liam wondered as he kicked off his shoes and padded across the plush carpet of the sitting room. As he neared you, he saw an empty bucket on the floor with your phone placed on the coffee table. Your eyes were squinted closed, yet he knew you were messing around with him. "Baby, I know you're awake. Come on, you want to talk to me?"

He fell to his knees on the floor, his forearms resting where your legs were bent up so you could lie comfortably on the small sofa. One of his hands dug beneath the woolen blanket covering your body, his fingertips tickling across your t-shirt covered tummy as he gave you soft yet soothing belly rubs. His touch giving him hope that you'd open up to how you were feeling. When you bottled your feelings up, all Liam wanted to do was to pry them out of you, because he knew how hard it was to maintain many different emotions and many different feelings altogether.

"Baby, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

"Go away, Liam. I just want to sleep. I didn't know you were going to be home this early," you muttered, opening one eye and wincing softly as the light filtered into your orbs. That was true. You didn't expect him home so early. Usually when he was at the studio for the day, he'd stay for a few extra hours with Louis to finish off a few songs they'd been working on. "Go upstairs, or go for a run. Anything. Just get off my case, please," you hissed, burying your face deep beneath the blanket.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you disappeared from his view beneath the blanket, his chest tightening as he brought his hand out from underneath the wool and back down to his side. A saddened expression crossed his features as he stood up, along with his knees cracking and his back sore and stiff.

"If you need me, I'm upstairs, okay?"

He knew you needed space. And he was the willing boyfriend to give it to you. He didn't want you to be upset with him, and he didn't want you to feel like he was the clingy boyfriend who thought his presence would make everything better. He was like that. Liam knew that if you needed space, then space is what you'd get, whether you proceeded to get it harshly or politely.

As he went to step up the stairs, a sigh turned his attention from his feet to where you were settled on the sofa, your head poking up. Your eyes were full of sleep, and the usual spark that you'd had behind those orbs of yours had disappeared. And that's when Liam knew something was affecting you, much worse than a sickness bug.

"I think I'm pregnant..."

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He bundled through the door with a white bag hanging off his wrist, two boxes settled inside the confined space and knocking against his thigh as he ran up the stairs, still dressed in his coat and his trainers still on his feet. He ran into the bedroom and through to the en-suite bathroom, and as he stepped foot into the brightly lit bathroom, his heart raced as he saw you perched on the side of the bath.

"I got 2 boxes and there are 2 tests in each box. I'll leave them with you and then wait in the bedroom. You don't need me in here, right?" He asked, watching as you shook your head and gave him a warm smile; a warm yet nervous smile. "Whatever happens, I'll stick by you. Okay? I'm not going to stop supporting you, babe. We can do this," he smiled, dropping the boxes on the counter and rubbing your arms with his palms.

"I know. I'm just... I'm scared. We never planned this, Li. I mean, I want this and up to this point, I've gotten myself quite excited for this," you mumbled, picking at your fingernails, a nervous streak coursing through your veins. The feeling of his hands rubbing at your arms was calming and sent a warm fuzz through your stomach. "The more I think about it... The more I want it," you mumbled, reaching for a pregnancy test box and prying it open with your fingers.

"We'll be okay, baby. No matter what," Liam whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before shuffling out of the bathroom. He knew the next 2 minutes were bound to go slowly, and he couldn't help but shuffle every now and then with anxiety; he hadn't even thought of having a baby recently, but he knew at 26 years old, he was ready to settle down with you and raise a family with the girl he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

As the two minutes passed, he must have stepped foot in every inch of the bedroom. Liam's nerves had always gotten the best of him, and he always ended up pacing or tapping his fingers or even pulling at the drawstrings of his hoodie if he was wearing one. At that moment you walked into the bedroom, he was tapping his foot on the plush carpet and picking at the skin of his fingernails, his throat letting out soft hums to a tune you could only say was a new song due to be finalised.

"So?" He wondered, as he scanned your face for an answer. A pregnancy test was settled in your hand, with your palm covering the screen giving you your life-changing answer. Your eyes were watering as you shakily held out the pregnancy test to him, his hand immediately reaching out for the white stick. He carefully stood up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand grabbing the plastic sleeve covered end to the test and his other prying your hand off of the other end.

"We're pregnant, Liam."