Together (Sick and Hurt Liam ALTERNATE ENDING MPREG) (Discontinued)

An Unhappy Birthday

Liam's POV

I am now six months almost seven months pregnant, it it August 29th and I am now offically 22 years old. Under normal circumstances we would go out and celebrate, have a couple of drinks, but not this year this year we all decide to relax in our hotel room in Detroit. 

I am now so huge getting up with out help is almost impossible, the fact that I am only just under the seven months mark scares me because how much bigger my tummy possibly get? We are currently in the stadium we will be perform our show at, the show hasn't even started yet and I already want it to be over. My feet are killing me and my back aches horribly, not to mention I didn't get much sleep with the triplets deciding to be extremly active throughout the night preventing me from getting any sleep. My birthday can't be worse. 

We all already have our hair done and are now just waiting for the signal to go on stage. The boys are all loudly joking around and having fun but tonight I am really not in the mood, everything hurts and I feel like crying the pregnancy taking a toll on me mentally and physically. The boys loud laughter is not making my head throb, I have half a heart to yell at them but I don't want to be any more of a pain and the butt to them than I am already. Deciding to just go somewhere more quiet, I carefully slide out of the chair, getting up with the use of the chair's arm rest for support and a hand under my bulging belly trying to help support it. 

"Li, where are you going? Sit back down and relax, you're going to be on your feet for the next couple of hours and should be relaxing before then. Rember Dr. Caine did tell you to start taking it easy now that your getting further along," Niall reminds me drawing all the boys' attention to me.

"I know, I just need to get out of here and get some air. My head is pounding," I admit once I get straightened up. I slowly start to waddle to the doorway annoyed that my body will not let me go any faster.

"Li, you shouldn't be going anywhere alone, let one of us come with you, at least," Harry speaks up concern in his voice. 

"I'll be fine," I try to argue even though the thought of Richard, the triplet's father, or some hate group getting their hands on me makes me hesitate.

"Yeah well I don't care if you're fine. I'm coming with you," Zayn states making it clear there will be no areguments from me. He appears at my side and puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me out the dressing room door. I let him not really in the mood to argue. He leads me further down the hall and to the back door leading the way out into the warm summer air. I watch him pull out a cigarette from his coat pocket with a raised eyebrow. He really is not going to light that is he?

"Don't worry I'm not lighting it, I just need it in my mouth for right now," he assures me somehow knowing what I was thinking. "Liam, how are you? You look exhausted, you ok?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just sore and tired. The babies didn't really let me sleep last night. We're not even on stage yet and already my feet are aching and my ankles are swollen. My back hurts as well from supporting all this extra weight, I just ache," I admit tears of frustation running down my cheeks. "How much bigger can I possibly get? I mean look at me Zayn, I already look like I swolled an entire watermelon or two! I don't know how much more I can take of this, it's kicking my body's ass and it hurts. Not to mention I am terrfied of actually having these babies. What if I'm not a good dad? Or what if we can't get to a hospital and I go into labor? What will happen if something goes wrong? Not to mention with each passing day I get more reliant on you guys and I worry somebody will take advantage of that and will try to hurt me. I already love these babies too much to let anything happen to them. It would kill me if something happens to these babies. I also fear balancing my career with fatherhood, I mean I don't want to be like that dad in that song Cat's Cradle! I want to be a daddy that is there for his kids and is very active in their lives. I want to be there for their first words and their first steps," I blabble breaking down into tears.