Pregnancy Series

#10 Cravings

LIAM

"Sweetheart, what are you looking for?" Liam asked, watching you around the kitchen and search the cupboards. "Peanut butter," you replied simply. "But dinner will be ready soon," he said, string a pot on the stove. "I know but baby really wants peanut butter," you explained. "Where is it?" you wined, getting upset. Liam smiled, knowing it was another one of your cravings and you weren't going to stop until you got it. He opened the cupboard beside the fridge and pulled out a jar. Your eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. You took it from him, kissing his cheek. "Thank you thank you," you repeated, reaching for a spoon. You sighed happily as you ate the peanut butter. "You have no idea how good this tastes right now," you smiled, eating another spoonful. Liam chuckled, kissing your forehead, "glad you and the baby are happy."

LOUIS:

"I'll have the macaroni cheese with extra cheese," you said. The waitress smiled when she saw your little bump. "When I was pregnant I craved orange juice. Can't stand it now," she laughed, taking the menus and walking away. Louis was biting his lip to stop laughing. "What's so funny?" you asked, as he laughed. "You hate cheese, and now you can't get enough of it," he replied. You put your head in your hands, "I know. It's baby Tommo that wants it not me," you whispered, "and it's not funny, I can't help it," you sighed, feeling emotional. Louis' smile quickly faded and he reached across the table, pulling a hand away from your face. "I'm sorry daring," he whispered, squeezing your hand gently. "It's normal to crave something, don't worry about it," he soothed, "I remember when mum was pregnant with the twins, she craved olives." You nodded, smiling a little.

NIALL:

"Ni, Ni, Niall," you repeated, poking his arm. He groaned and rolled over, slowly opening his eyes. "What's wrong sweetheart? Are you ok?" he asked suddenly awake. You nodded, smiling at him. "I'm craving ice-cream," you replied, "and we don't have any." He sat up and looked at the clock beside the bed. "Ice-cream at three in the morning," he questioned. "Please, the babies really want it," you pleated, putting on your best puppy dog face and playing the baby card you knew he couldn't say no to. Niall chuckled, kissing your forehead and getting out of bed. He put on the first pair of jeans he found and grabbed his phone and wallet. "Do you want anything else while I'm out?" he yawned. You thought for a minute, before replying. "And some pickles," you paused, "to drip in the ice-cream." He shook his head, chuckling again, "only cause I love you and our twins."

HARRY:

"Did you get it? Did you get it?" you asked Harry as soon as he walked in the front door. He chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Yes, and I got your messages about the chocolate," he said, placing the bacon and chocolate on the table in front of you. You stood up and hugged him tight. "Thank you, you’re amazing," you said. "Oh and Haz," you said, looking at him lovingly, "Can you cook it, please?" you asked sweetly. He chuckled lightly and took the bacon off you, heading towards the kitchen. He started cooking the bacon, looking over at you a few times, smiling. You smiled back, putting a spoonful of nutella in your mouth. When the bacon was cooked, Harry put it on a plate. You quickly picked up a piece and dipped it into the Nutella. "How does it taste?" he asked unsure about your craving combination. Instead of answering, you gave him some, "Try it! Mama and baby love it!"

ZAYN:

"What are you doing babygirl? It's 3am," Zayn asked sleepily. You looked up from the stove at him in the doorway. "Making pancakes," you smiled, turning back and flipping them. Zayn chuckled to himself and tiredly walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hands resting lightly on your swollen stomach. "Don't tell me, the baby was craving pancakes," he said against your shoulder. You nodded, putting them on a plate and covering them in maple syrup. You wiggled out of his arms and sat at the kitchen counter. Zayn followed you, sitting on the next stool. "Mmmm so good," you whispered. Zayn smiled and grabbed a fork. Just as he went to pick some up, you hit his arm, making him drop the fork. "Baby's pancakes," you warned. He laughed, kissing your temple, "I'll make my own then." "I'll have more," you replied with a mouthful.