Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

Introducing our world...

Everything Hurt, he was sweating and sobbing uncontrollably. Yet the moment was so unbelievably perfect. He had his baby, he actually did it! He managed to come out of this alive and with the most incredible little boy. Zayn just couldn't believe how lucky they where. Alfie was indescribable, too cute to be real.

He slowly ran his fingers over his sons slightly damp locks. A small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as Alfie grunted in response. He was curled up against Zayn's chest like a tiny little ball. Somewhere within the past five minutes Harry had cut the cord and Zayn was able to lay down properly. Everything was just a blur nothing else matter except the tiny being in his arms.

The other people in the room just watched on through tears of their own. Watching Zayn interact with his baby boy for the first time was a beautiful scene to watch unfold. You could see and feel the amount of love oozing out of him.

"Zayn, lovely I need to take him and check things over.." Leila said gently, placing her hand on his still shaking thigh. "I won't be long I promise."

Zayn looked down at the baby on his chest, lip quivering slightly at the thought of passing him over. It just didn't feel right... he didn't want anyone else to hold their son until Harry had.

"C-can Haz hold him before you do?" He asked voice cracking.

"Of course he can! He's his daddy after all..." Leila chuckled.

"G-good , I don't want anyone else to hold him before you." Zayn explained looking up at his boyfriend.

Harry smiled widely at that, slowly reaching in to help Zayn transfer the small baby into his arms. Leila helping to keep the towel in place. It was such a surreal moment finally being able to hold  his son. To feel as his tiny chest moved up and down. To feel his flickering heartbeat. To see all his delicate features.. he was definitely a mini version of himself , just with Zayn's hair and eyelashes. Everything else from his nose , to his eye shape, to his curls .. they where exactly like Harry.

"Hey little man, Hi Fie' it's so nice to meet you." He cooed softly , kissing the baby's forehead.

By now Alfie had settled down in the comfort of his fathers arms. The sight melting Zayn into goo. It was everything he had imagined it to be. Harry had instantly fallen in love with their boy, the exact same way he had. He allowed himself to cry now, it wasn't out of pain or sadness anymore. It was out of relief and pure happiness.

"Oh sweetie, come here." Anne soothed, pulling Zayn into her arms as he cried.

"I-I'm fine, it's happy tears." He reassured her chuckling tiredly. Wincing slightly as a smaller contraction wrapped around his stomach.

"That'll be the placenta, let me just clean him up and weigh him, then we will finish you up!" Leila told the teens.

Harry nodded , kissing his sons forehead once more before slowly passing him over to the midwife. The baby crying almost immediately, causing both teens to twitch nervously.

"He's okay, just misses the familiarity." Anne reassured them.

Zayn nodded, taking in a deep breath as he tried to cope with the pain radiating in his lower area. Now that he didn't have Alfie to focus in on, he was really starting to hurt. It was no where near as bad as actual labour ... but it was pretty close.

"I am so proud of you." Anne told him, kissing his head gently.

"T-thankyou." He croaked, feeling overwhelmed. It just didn't feel real.

"We made one perfect kid." Harry pointed out.

"Ya' say it like ya' didn't know he'd be perfect.." Zayn said.