Liam's POV
I was sitting in the living room waiting or Zayn to come downstairs with Harry. He's taking awhile. Maybe Harry was being difficult and not wanting to get up. Maybe I should go upstairs and help him out. We all know how difficult it can be to wake up Harry when he's sleeping. He definitely got that from Zayn.
Chuckling to myself I stood up from our very comfortable couch and made my way up the stairs. I walked all the way down the hall until I got to the second room to the right; Harry's bedroom was across that hall from ours.
As I got closer I could hear Zayn and Harry talking. "Hazza would you like to have a baby brother or sister?" I heard Zayn ask. His question confused me. Why on Earth would he be asking Harry such a question? I decided to keep listening.
"Hazza baby brudder or sistah?" "Yeah baby, would you like to be a big brother?" "Play wif Harry?" "I'm sure he or she would love to play with you once they are older," I heard Zayn coo.
Why did Zayn keep asking Harry if he wanted a sibling? Was he...was he pregnant? Are going to have a baby? Thinking out if brought a huge smile onto my face. Was my baby pregnant?
"Yes! Mumma. Harry wants baby brudder or sistah," he cheered excitedly.
"Well my little monkey, guess what? Mumma's going to have a baby!" she said excitedly.
Oh my God. He's pregnant. Zayn's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad again. I couldn't help the excitement building up in me. Just the thought of having a new baby in the house was making me so damn happy. I immediately opened Harry's door wider. I cleared my throat as to let them know of my presence.
Zayn immediately turned around, so fast I was scared his head was going to fall off, he looked at me like deer in headlights.
I made my way over to my little family until I was standing in front of Zayn. Zayn was looking everywhere but at me. I gently held onto his chin and held it so that he was looking me in the eyes, "Is it true?" I whispered.
He looked at me before slowly nodding, "Yeah, I...um took the test a bit ago, and it came up positive," he whispered with tears threating to spill from his beautiful hazel eyes.
I engulfed my husband into a tight embrace, "Baby, I'm so happy! We're going to have another baby!" I cheered excitedly as I started to pepper kisses all over his face.
"Daddy baby!" I could hear Harry squealing in excitement. I don't think he fully understood what was going on, but got excited anyways from seeing my excitement.
I pulled away slightly so that I could look him in the eyes. His eyes were still welling up with tears, I wasn't sure if they were happy tears or not.
"Baby, why are you crying?" I cooed.
He sniffled before answering, "Your not mad?"
I looked at him as if he was crazy, "Princess, why would I be mad? Huh?" I chuckled finding it amusing that he thought I would be mad about having another baby. Me laughing was obviously not that right thing to do, because he pushed me away from him.
"It's not funny Liam. I was seriously terrified that you were going to be mad," he shouted successfully scaring Harry who began to whimper. "Aww baby no, don't cry. I'm sorry mummy scared you. I didn't mean to sweetheart," he cooed while bringing Harry up to his chest and gently rocking him trying to calm our son down.
I looked at him to see if he was serious about thinking I would be mad. When I looked over his face and saw that he wasn't kidding I approached him and Harry. I cautiously placed my hands on his hips.
"Zayn, look at me babe," he complied and looked me in the eyes. "Baby you have to believe me when I say that I am happy we are expecting a new baby. I truly am. I don't know what made you think I would be mad, but I'm not, it's actually quiet the opposite. I'm so fucking "Liam!" "Sorry, I'm so happy we are expanding out little family."
"Your promise," he whispered.
I nodded and slowly leaned in to press a soft kiss onto his, "I promise princess," I whispered pressing another kiss onto his soft pink lips.
I held Zayn and Harry closer to my chest and just cuddled them for a bit. "Now who wants to go get some lunch? Daddy's awfully hungry."
"Harry dada. Harry lunch."
"What about you mummy fancy going out for a bite to eat with us?" I teased.
Zayn giggled before answering, "Of course. Wouldn't want to go with anyone else besides my two favorite boys," he cooed.
Zayn was just about to walk away with Harry to finish getting him dressed when an idea popped into my head. "Hey babe, why don't we drive up to London for the weekend? We could go out and have lunch and then spend the weekend up in London.
He seemed to think about it for a bit, "Yeah, okay. Lets do that. Let me pack us a quick bag, will you pack Harry's essentials. Don't pack much of his clothes besides his pj's, he has plenty of clothes at the flat."
Zayn and I owned a flat up in London. I nodded in understanding. "Could you please just pack my toiletries? I don't think I need anything else."
"Course," he said with a soft smile.
I walked over to Harry's closet and pulled out one of his duffle bags and got to work on packing what he would need for the weekend.
"You excited to go to London baby?" I asked Harry. Harry started smiling really big and nodded his head up and down excitedly.
"Alright, Liam will you please finish dressing Harry? I'm going to run to the bathroom and freshen up a bit, and also pack our things."
"Course baby. Come on Harry lets get your shoes on you and then we can head out," I cooed at our little boy.
"Babe we'll meet you downstairs," I shouted seeing as he was halfway to our en-suit bathroom.
"Okay."
"So baby cakes, what shoes would you like to wear today?"
Harry seemed to think about for a bit, "Daddy Harry wear his boots?"
"Of course," why don't you go get them from your closet I'll get you a jacket incase it gets chilly."
He nodded and quickly made his way to his closet looking for his beloved brown boots.
"Dada Harry found boots." I made quick work of putting on his boots.
"Why don't you look handsome baby?" I cooed. Harry gave me a toothy smile. Harry was dressed in some dark grey skinny jeans, a white button up, his brown boots, and was sporting his hair down. He was honestly one of the cutest toddlers I have ever seen.
"Baby do you want to take any of your toys with you? That way you'll have something to play with during the drive."
"Daddy got Harry's blankie and Mr. Snuggles?" I nodded, "Yeah babe, they're all in your bag." "Harry watch movie on iPad please?" Zayn and I usually don't let Harry spend much time on electronics, we don't want him getting addicted to those things, so we monitor the time he does spend on the iPad.
"I don't see why not. You've been a very good boy, so I think my big boy deserves sometime on his iPad."
"Thank you daddy." With that I bent down and grabbed Harry's duffle bag, while also placing Harry on my hip. We made our way down the stairs only to see Zayn holding onto his sweater and our duffle bag.
"Look how cute you look Hazza," squealed my pregnant husband. Harry became embarrassed and hid in the crook of my neck. Both Zayn and I chuckled. "Aww baby don't be shy," Zayn cooed while rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back.
"Paddy's outside waiting for us, so lets get going so we make it to London at a decent time." Zayn nodded and we headed out for the car.
"Paddy! Hi Paddy!"
"Hi munchkin. How are you babe?"
"I good. Paddy?"
"I'm good too buddy, especially now that I get to see my favorite munchkin,"
"Hello boys, you alright?"
Zayn nodded and gave Paddy a smile. "I'm doing ace mate. My baby just told me we are expecting our second baby," I couldn't help it. I had to share it with someone, which reminds me, we'll have to call our parents soon.
"Liam!" Zayn yelled. I looked at him sheepishly.
"I'm guessing you haven't told anyone yet?" Paddy asked.
"No we haven't. I just took a pregnancy test about an hour ago, so we're still haven't told anyone," announced Zayn.
"Well congratulations, to the both of you," he told us.
"Thank you Paddy," we both replied.
"So what's with the bags?" he asked curiously. Oh. I forgot to inform Paddy about our plans to drive up to London.
"Well we've decided to drive up to London for the weekend. We haven't gone for sometime now, and I would really like to spoil both my boys," I stated.
"Okay. Totally unexpected, but okay...I'll have to make some calls so we have enough security while we are there."
I handed Harry over to Zayn while I took our bags and placed them in the boot of the car.
"Daddy where we go eats?"
"I was thinking we could go to Carluccio's. How does that sound? You can get some spaghetti."
"Spaghetti daddy!"
I took ahold of Zayn's hands and intertwined our fingers and squeezed his hand. He smiled up at me. I smiled back and brought his hand up to my lips and placed a soft kiss on it, "I love you Zayn," I whispered so that only he and I could hear.
"I love you too Liam, so so much," he leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I tried deepening the kiss, but a Paddy clearing his throat stopped me from doing so.
"Alright guys, so I called in some extra security, seems like the paps got tipped off that you three would be here. Here's what we are going to do. Liam I'm going to have you go first. Zayn you and Harry will be behind him and I'll be behind you. Sound like a plan?" He asked.
We all nodded. Once the car came to a complete stop our car was surrounded my paparazzi. The paparazzi went mad and started taking pictures hoping to get a glimpse of us.
"Let me know when you're ready so I can get off. Preston is out there too," Paddy informed us.
Zayn quickly unbuckled himself and made his way into the third row to unbuckle Harry out of his car seat.
"Mumma lots of scary men," whimpered Harry.
"I know baby, but Daddy, Paddy, and Preston are going to keep us safe," he cooed. Harry looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Don't cry baby, I promise once we're inside it won't be as loud," I said.
"Babe, where'd you leave Harry's blanket?"
"Its in his duffle along with his things. Why?"
"I'm going to cover Harry with it, I'd rather not have our three year old in the tabloids.
I nodded. "Find it?" I asked.
"Yeah. All right Harry I need you to hold on to mummy as tightly as you can. It's going to be loud out there and there's going to be lots of flashing going on, but I'm going to cover you with your blankie okay?" Zayn cooed.
I took ahold of Harry's blanket and tucked it over Harry. "We're good Paddy."
"Babe make sure you hold onto my hand tight," I reminded Zayn. He nodded in understanding.
We watched as both Paddy and Preston stood by the door. Once the door was opened everything went wild. I stepped out of the vehicle fist so that I could assist my husband getting down. I was instantly blinded by the hundreds of flashes, "Back up! Back up!" I could hear Paddy and Preston shouting at the paparazzi.
I held Zayn out of the car and made sure he stayed close to me, "Stay close Zayn."
"Zayn! Zayn! Over here!"
"Liam is it true you've been cheating on Zayn with your ex? She claims that you've rekindled your relationship!"
"Zayn where's Harry?"
Were some of the things I heard them yell at us, I tried hiding my irritation as I didn't want to draw anymore attention towards us. I just need to get us inside.
"Zayn, your ex Avan claims that Harry is his child. Is he telling the truth?"
When I heard that load a bullshit I couldn't help but laugh and give them a response, "He fucking wishes Harry were his son and was still with MY husband. Everything that comes out of his mouth is nothing but a load of bullshit," I spat.
"We wouldn't be surprised if Avan was telling the truth, we all know what a slut you married," he yelled back.
Next thing I knew I was being pulled off the fucktard that called my husband that. That fucking asshole. Who the fuck does he think he is. Calling my husband a slut.
"Liam! Calm down! Liam" I could hear Paddy yell at me.
"Let me go! Let me teach this asshole a fucking lesson!" I seethed. At this point and didn't give a fuck that there were probably going to be hundreds of pictures of this online.
"Liam calm the fuck down," Paddy yelled.
All I could see was red. I wanted to beat this man until he was nothing but a bloody mess.
There were still dozens of paparazzi's surrounding us trying to get everything on camera.
All I could hear was yelling and the clicks of the cameras.
"Preston! Get Zayn and Harry in the building. NOW!" Paddy demanded.
Zayn. Harry. I quickly turned in the direction of Zayn and saw that he had tears rolling down his beautiful hazel eyes. Preston was doing everything he could to get Zayn into the building. I could hear Harry's sobs, and somehow that just pissed me off even more. Those fucking paparazzi made him cry. They scared to the point of sobbing.
Just as I was about to fling myself at the damn paparazzi, Paddy stopped me. "Enough Liam. Lets get you inside so you can check up on your scared husband and son. They aren't worth it."
I nodded and let Paddy guide me inside.
"You'll be hearing from my lawyer soon Payne!"
I chuckled sinisterly and turned towards him, "I look forward to hearing from him."
After a little more of pushing and shoving we were finally inside, and away from all the chaos.
"Where are they?" I demanded of Paddy. Paddy looked around for a bit until he spotted Preston. "They're right over there. Come on."
As I got closer to my boys I could still hear the distinct sound of Harry's cry's and Zayn sniffling.
"It's okay bubba. Shh...calm down baby," I heard Zayn tell Harry. I could see that he was lightly bouncing Harry up and down in his arms trying to calm him down.
"Zayn," I whispered when I was close enough for him to hear me. Zayn immediately looked at me. I could see that his eyes were blood shot from crying. I didn't know if I should approach them or not. He stared at me for a bit before he rushed towards me. I immediately opened up my arms and engulfed both my husband and son into my arms and held them tight.
I could feel Zayn's tears soaking my shirt, but that just prompt me to hold onto them tighter.
"Liam," he chocked out. "You know they're lying. I would ne-never cheat on you. Har-Harry is yo-your son," he stuttered.
"Shh...baby I know. I know that you would never cheat on me. Shh... Princess calm down," I said while rubbing soothing circles onto his back.
And its true. I knew that Zayn would never in a million years cheat on me. I trusted him 100%.
I kissed his forehead as I felt him begin to calm down. I gently pulled Harry's blanket down exposing his blotchy face, "Hi baby," I cooed.
"Dada scary," he whimpered.
"I know baby. I know that was scary, but your safe now," I soothed. I held onto my boys for a bit longer until all you could hear were a few sniffles here and there.
We made our way towards our table and took a seat. Zayn was sitting to my right, while he had Harry on his lap. I placed my arm around Zayn and gave him a sided hug while placing a kiss onto the side of his forehead.
Preston and Paddy made an appearance then.
"Are you boys alright," I heard Preston ask. As he and Paddy sat in front of us.
"Yeah, just a bit shaken up. Thank you for getting Zayn and Harry inside," I said thanking Preston.
"Its no problem, couldn't have these two getting hurt," he said.
"And thank you Paddy for pulling me off that guy," I chuckled.
"Your lucky I didn't pull you off sooner. I was going to pull you off of him when I saw you were about to pounce, but I thought he deserved a punch for those disgusting things he said."
I chuckled once more, "That he did, so thank you for that...I guess." Paddy, Preston, and I laughed a bit.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but would you guys like anything to drink?" a waiter asked.
"Can you give us a second please," asked a very polite Zayn.
The waiter gave his attention to Zayn. He gave Zayn the up down and wasn't even discreet about it.
"Of course sweetheart. I'll be back shortly," he replied back.
Is this guy serious right now? Did he not see that Zayn was with me, and more importantly is taken?
I looked over at Zayn and saw that he was blushing. I tightened my hold on my husband.
Paddy and Preston gave me a look and chuckled. "Calm down Payno, we don't need another throw down," Paddy teased.
I was about to respond when the waiter came back. "How are you all doing today? My name is Jake and I'll be your server today. Can I get you guys started on anything to drink?" he said cheekily as he ogled at my husband.
"Yeah could I get a lemonade," asked Preston.
The waiter, Jake was too busy staring at Zayn that he didn't even listen to Preston. "What can I get you to drink love?" he asked Zayn.
"Umm...could I just get a water with some limes?" Zayn said shyly.
"Of course babe," he replied back flirtatiously.
"Harry, baby what would you like to drink?" Zayn cooed at our son.
"Apple juice please."
"Could you get him a kids apple juice, but could you only fill it up a little over half a cup with the juice and the rest with water please?"
"Course love. Can I get you anything else?"
"Umm...Liam babe what do you want to drink?" That of course brought a smile to my face as I saw the waiter give me an annoyed look.
"I'll have a coke," I replied back narrowing my eyes at him. Daring him to continue his flirting.
He stared back at me looking like he wasn't going to step down anytime soon. "Very well. And for you two?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
"If you were paying attention before, you would have heard when I asked for a lemonade," answered an equally annoyed Preston.
"I do apologize for my mistake. I was just distracted by this beautiful creature before me," he said while looking directly at Zayn.
"That's it. Leave. I want a new waiter. One that isn't going to flirt with my husband," I seethed.
Jake looked at me with surprised eyes. "Your really that insecure with some harmless flirting that you need another waiter?" he taunted.
I clenched my fist together preparing to beat the shit out of him, but before I could take action Zayn was up and slapping him across the face.
"Leave," was all he said. We all looked at Zayn shell shocked. He's never and I mean never lost his cool.
Jake held onto his left cheek with his hand look shocked. His face was priceless I couldn't help but start laughing. I looked over at Zayn and saw that he was too smiling.
"I'm all yours babe, no one else's," he said before giving me a passionate kiss. I could hear footsteps signaling the waiter had left and a cheering Harry.
"I love you Princess," I said as I pulled away from him.
"And I love you." Zayn went back to sitting next to me and pulling a now happy Harry onto his lap.
The rest lunch went on without any problems. We were traded waiter for a different person who barely spared us a look.
"So Payne, you guys ready to go?" I heard Preston ask.
"Babe you ready?" I asked Zayn.
"Yeah I'm ready, just need to head to the bathroom and clean up our messy little boy," he cooed before standing up and placing Harry onto his hip. Harry looked adorable with spaghetti sauce all over his face.
"Wait babe let me take a picture before you clean him up," I said while taking out my phone and opening up my camera.
"Look over here beb. Smile for daddy Harry." Harry gave me one of his famous smiles. I took about ten different pictures.
"Aww Zayn he looks adorable," I cooed. Zayn smiled as I showed him a few of the pictures I managed to get.
"Okay let me clean him up real quick," I nodded and turned towards Paddy once Zayn was out of sight.
"Is the car out back yet?" I really didn't want to have to deal with the paparazzi again, and I'm sure neither did Zayn.
"Yeah it's out back. We're ready to go whenever you are." I nodded showing him that I heard him.
While we waited for Zayn to get back I decided to log onto my twitter.
@RealLiamPayne: Hey guys, as you all probably know I got into an altercation with a paparazzi earlier. I just want to say that I am sorry for the way...
@RealLiamPayne: that I acted, but I am not sorry for defending my husband and son. They both mean the absolute world to me...
@RealLiamPayne: so when someone insults them or harms them in any form you better believe I am going to defend them. Again I am sorry you all had to see that.
Just as I finished sending out the last tweet Zayn showed up with a now clean Harry bouncing excitedly on his hip.
I put my phone into my pocket not even bothering to read any of the tweets directed for me. "Alright, who's ready to head to London?" I cheered excitedly.
"Me Daddy! Me ready!" squealed Harry.
"Are you excited buddy?" I cooed as Zayn, Harry, Preston, Paddy, and I made our way out the back of the restaurant.
"Yes daddy! We go to tall house?" he asked innocently.
"Of course baby. We're going to stay in our tall house for the weekend," informed Zayn.
Harry has been calling our flat our "big house" for as long as we can remember. We think it's because it's on the top floor of the building.
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We were all settled in our car making our way to London. Harry was sat in his car seat on the verge of sleep. He had his blankie and Mr. Snuggles tucked at his side as he sucked on his thumb.
Zayn was on the verge of falling asleep himself. I guess our little run in with the paparazzi really tired them out.
"Why don't you take a nap babe? You look like your are in need of one," I whispered so I wouldn't disturb Harry.
Zayn looked over at me and smiled, "Don't mind if I do. I feel exhausted," he whispered back.
"Go to sleep love, I'll keep an eye on Harry,"
He nodded and made himself comfortable before closing his eyes and falling into a deep slumber.
I turned around to check on Harry and saw that he was too asleep now. Well looks like both my boys are asleep. Think I'll join them and take a nap of my own too. With that last thought in mind I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me.