Niall's POV
Zayn and I were just leaving the hospital after visiting Harry, and we were very happy. Harry had been able to say a few words and he was able to pick up some stuff with his hands. The only problem was that he was so weak after going so long without doing anything but sleep. Louis was happy to see that Harry was doing better and the doctors all said that they expected him to make a full recovery. That was probably the best thing that all of us could have been told since Harry was put in the hospital.
"Let's pick up lunch for the boys." Zayn said once we got to our car. The paparazzi seemed to be backing off more now that Harry's family said that he was awake and he was okay. I guess in a sick way the world is more interested in tragedy than they are when there's not. I got in the car and waited for Zayn to start it. Instead he just looked over at me and smiled. We stayed looking at each other until I broke out laughing because I didn't know what was wrong with him.
"I love you." Zayn chuckled then started the car. Him being in love with me was something that could be considered a problem. I just didn't want to bring it up because I enjoyed that he loved me. His hand came over and rested on my thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as he drove. I listened to the music that was on the radio and rested my head back on the seat.
"You okay, babe?" Zayn asked me. I turned to look at him and gave him a nod. His hand rubbed my thigh softly as we pulled into the parking lot of a Subway restaurant. We got out and went inside. The young boy working there looked like he forgot to breathe. Zayn ended up taking a picture with him before we got what sandwiches we wanted. I ordered what the boys would want and Zayn got what Mark would like because he was watching the boys right now. While we were waiting, Zayn's hand slid into my back pocket and he gave my bum a squeeze. I turned into him as I giggled. He kissed my forehead and just left his mouth there for a bit. He got his wallet out and payed for the food while I reached to get the bags off the counter.
When we got home with lunch, the boys pretty much attacked us at the door for their food. Zayn ended up carrying Ethan in because he's a cuddly little boy and needed his dad to hold him. I know the doctors have told Zayn and I that both our boys were on the petite side, Ethan in particular, but I never really believe it until I see Zayn picking up the boys like they weigh nothing. I got inside and went straight to the refrigerator to look for something I had been wanting. I got out the jar of hot pickled peppers that Zayn always kept around the house because he liked them. I opened the jar and ate one, moaning at how good it tasted right know.
"If I didn't know you better, I would have thought something dirty." Mark came into the kitchen telling me. I turned around and smiled at him as I ate another paper. Zayn walked in the kitchen next, sharing a look with Mark like this was the weirdest thing they had seen. I continued on to get the boys sitting at the kitchen table to eat and got my own food.
"I guess I don't know you." Mark mumbled, no doubt commenting on the fact I was eating something I've complained about multiple times. Zayn loved his spicy food and he loved to add some heat to it too, where I didn't. Obviously it's because of the culture we were both raised in, but right now these hot peppers just sounded really good. Mark came to sit down next to me, getting his sandwich out. Ethan and Ezra were talking about the new tricks they were trying to teach Rocky.
"When can we see Uncle Harry? You said he was feeling better and we could go see him." Ezra asked. Mark gave Zayn a look that I couldn't really read before he cleared his throat.
"He still has more recovering to do before you two can see him. We'll all take you very soon though." Mark told him. Zayn shrugged and continued to eat while Ezra looked like he really wanted a better answer than that. Ethan got up from the table and came over to sit on my lap. I wasn't sure what that was about, but I let it slide. We all continued to eat out food and make small talk. I couldn't help but kiss the back of Ethan's head every time he said something funny. I don't know why, but I'm still amazed that he's as amazing as he his. He's humorous and caring all at the same time and it's amazing to me.
The boys went back outside to play with the dog while all of us went and sat outside by the pool. Zayn took his shirt off to tan his skin while I let my feet dangle into the cool water. Mark started annoying Zayn about learning to swim because it could be used as another training method, but Zayn wasn't having it. I wasn't sure what Zayn needed to train for exactly, I just wanted him to learn how to swim because it's something I feel a lot of people know how to do. The only problem is that Zayn is scared and doesn't want to admit it to anyone.
"I don't need to know how to swim. I'm fine not knowing how to swim. I've lived many years with out needing to know and I plan on living many more the same way." Zayn said. Mark rolled him eyes and reached over to slap Zayn on the back of the head. I laughed because I knew Zayn would retaliate if it were someone else that did that. Only because it was Mark he was just going to accept the hit he deserved for being stubborn.
I rest back on my hands and closed my eyes to take in the warm sun. I looked down at my feet, but the way my stomach looked really bloated stopped me from relaxing as much. I knew I had just eaten and it would be normal for that, but my heart fluttered and my stomach grew a little nervous. I got up and went over to kiss Zayn before heading inside. He called after me to ask me where I was going, but I was too stuck in my own mind to answer him.
When I got inside I went up to me and Zayn's bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a nervous breath. Even if this was supposed to be exciting, I didn't want a let down if I wasn't actually pregnant. I didn't want to let Zayn down either. Not after what we've been through already. I got two pregnancy tests out of the medicine cabinet and opened them. I tried to not let my shaking hands get in the way of what I was doing, overall it just made things harder.
I set the two tests down on the counter once I was done and sat on the counter just waiting. I was biting my nails and I was trying to stop my hands from shaking. Sitting here I remembered the other two times I was in this situation. For Ezra, Louis was the one that forced me to try this and I was terrified about what Zayn would think. With Ethan, I knew I felt funny for days, but I didn't trust just one test so I doubled checked with Doniya. Zayn was very happy and I was too because our little family was growing. All I'm hoping for now is to continue that.
The three grueling minutes passed by so slowly I thought I was going to start biting my whole fingers off. I jumped off the counter and took a deep breath before looking down at both the tests. My heart stopped and my eyes clouded with tears. I didn't even care anymore because I grabbed one test and ran outside to find Zayn. He was already walking across the yard, so I just ran and wrapped myself around him. He held me tight so I wouldn't fall.
"What's wrong, baby?" Zayn asked me after the first couple sobs left my mouth. I pulled back and showed him the stick I had in my hand. He set me down and took it from me like he didn't believe it until he was holding it. I wiped my eyes as best as I could and waited for him to react.
"Well shit... We're going to be dad's again?" He asked me like that was actually amusing. I nodded to him and saw his face grow into a smile. He picked me up again and spun me around before stopping and kissing me.
"I love you so much. You're so incredible. You did it." Zayn laughed to me. I laughed too because I don't think he realized that he also did it as well. He never really has, actually. With Ethan, it took him a few days after he was born to realize that his look alike son was made by him as well. These are the reasons I teach my boys to stay in school.
"What's with all the happiness over here?" Mark came over to ask. Zayn kissed me a few times before showing Mark the pregnancy test. We both knew by now that it would have been a smarter idea to keep it private for a while, but Mark has been with us through a lot. Meaning the first time I got pregnant to now, he's been there always.
"We're going to have another baby, Dad." Zayn said proudly after Mark looked at us like he needed someone to confirm the positive sign on the screen. Zayn set me back down so that Mark could give him a huge hug. I smiled because I knew what a family ment to Zayn and Mark. That was common grounds for them. They both never thought they would have one but couldn't be happier now that they do. Mark turned and gave me a hug too, but the grip he had on me was gentle. It was like how Zayn is with me. They're both strong, but they have a tender side that I couldn't help but smile at.
"Congratulations to the both of you. Maybe this one will look like you, Niall." Mark joked to me. Zayn shook his head knowing that his traits are the most dominant out of the two of us.
"I just want a healthy baby." I replied. He kissed my cheek and told me that's what he wants for us too. Zayn pulled me into his side and rest his hand on my stomach. He smiled like he remembered how it was going to be. I was a little nervous just about the baby being healthy, but I knew that I felt great now and my body had never felt better. I was ready to do this, and I could see in Zayn's eyes he was too.
A/N: school starts on Thursday for me... ew... are yall in school?!?!??!?! Comment/Vote!
-Bri ;)