Little Me [Zerrie]

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perrie

When I told Zayn I was pregnant, I had already been two months pregnant and barely showing. Now I'm five months pregnant and I miss my tiny stomach.

I stare out the window and sight. Why does england have to be so cold and dreary all the time? I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a chin rest on my shoulder. The arms are tattooed and the chin is stubbly.

Zayn.

"Hey," he says as I nuzzle my cheek against his and close my eyes.

"Hey." I respond.

"Guess what we're doing today?" he asks.

I roll my eyes. "If we're going hiking again, you can count me out."

"I was trying to keep you healthy and in shape! How was I supposed to know you would slip on ice?"

I find myself laughing at the memory from a month ago and Zayn joins me. "Okay, okay, you couldn't have known, but I still blame you."

He chuckles and kisses my bare shoulder. "Aren't you cold?"

I look down at my tank top and sweatpants and shrug. "I get hot and then cold throughout the day so I'm alternating between sweatpants and a tank or shorts and a sweatshirt."

He nods. "Well either way, you look sexy."

"As sexy as a pregnant woman can be," I mumble and then nervously say, "Thanks. Oh, and didn't you say we were going to do something today?" I change the subject.

"Oh yeah! I just got distracted by you, but on our agenda today, we'll be picking out baby things that we need."

I squeal and turn around to dace Zayn so I can hug him. "Really? Yay! I love you!" I kiss his lips tenderly and he laughs. "Wait, but how are we going to pick stuff out? I can't be out on the street! I could get caught and sent back to the SI!"I realize with a frown.

"I know, I already thought this through. We'll be online shopping and Harry said we can ship the stuff to his place and he'll bring it here." Zayn calms me.

I squeal and clap my hands in excitement. "Let's start now!" We go to the somputer and I sit on Zayn's lap. "I'm not crushing your legs, am I?"

He shakes his head. "Nope, you're fine."

We spend the next two hours searching for what babies need and then shopping online to find the supplies. Who knew a baby would need so much? Bottles, blankets, clothes, pacifiers, cribs, toys, books, tiny bathtub, the whole lot! 

Needless to say, babies have it made.

"Well that took awhile." Zayn states and I giggle in agreement.

"Want to go see what everyone else is up to? I think I heard Candy say something about teaching the girls how to sew." I suggest.

I watch Zayn rub his neck with a yawn. "Well, I was thinking about taking a nap..." he begins and I frown. He notices and then says, "But I guess we could go chill with everyone else for a bit."

A smile takes over the frown and I wrap my arms around his neck. Then I feel guilty because I realize that Zayn hasn't been getting much sleep and it's my fault. I keep waking up at ghastly hours in the night due to nausea or aching and he stays awake to comfort me until I fall back asleep.

He's doing so much for me and the least I can do is let him rest for awhile. "You know what? I'm not really in the mood for a movie anymore. You get some rest, babe." I say.

I kiss his forehead and begin to get off his lap but he holds my hips in place. "Stay with me?" Zayn pleads with his golden-brown eyes that no one on earth could say no to.