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It's not everyday a heavily pregnant woman with three crying, hyper, sticky toddlers walk into BadBoy Productions, so it's not really the receptionists fault for calling security. But Niall's hormonal, with no patience for new interns so it's really not her fault either, for unofficially firing that bitch. She had to call her husband before she was arrested for trespassing.
"I'm serious, Zayn. If I see her face next time I come in here I swear to-"
"Babe." Zayn laughs, picking up one of the toddlers clinging to his leg.
He adjusts Axle, his nephew, on his hip. Axle's sister Mickey is napping on Niall's shoulder while Ivan clutches his mummy's hand. He was happy to see Daddy, but he only has two hands and that's not enough to hold Mummy and daddy's hand and pick his nose at the same time. So, priorities.
"She's fired, you fired her, remember?" Zayn reminds his crazy wife.
That girl was replaced before she even started, anyway.
"Can you believe she asked me for I.D.? Like my picture isn't framed on every God Damn wall in this place, Axle don't repeat that."
The five year old grins mischievously, giggling when Zayn tickles his little tummy.
When they enter Zayn's office Louis' knee is bouncing, not in his usual ADD style but in obvious irritation. Niall's about to make a joke about Harry being here soon, but the curly haired woman is already sat next to him with a worried look on her face.
Niall settles Ivan on one of the sofas with a pack of biscuits from the diaper bag when she hears Shahid's voice. So that explains the looks on her friends faces.
"You haven't written anything, though?" Louis tries to ask politely.
Shahid rolls his eyes. "The fuck does that matter, mate? I'm saying-"
"Language!" Niall snaps more aggressive than necessary.
She's pregnant and there's little ears around, she'll snap whenever she pleases, thank you.
Shahid only looks up at her for a moment before returning back to Louis. Harry's already up and grabbing the sleeping baby from Niall's chest.
"How longs she been out?" Harry kisses Mickey's sweaty head.
"An hour maybe. How longs he been here?"
Zayn passes behind, muttering "Be nice."
Shahid Khan is a "family" "friend", so naturally Zayn feels obligated to help and boy, does that man need help.
"Probably all morning. Lou texted saying he had a migraine around ten, so." Harry shrugs. "Thanks for taking them, by the way. Hope they weren't too much trouble."
Niall loves Harry's kids like they're her own. Mickey is shy and sweet like her mum and Axle is adventurous and cheeky like his dad.
Niall makes sure Zayn isn't looking before adding three slices of cheese to her sandwich at the lunch cart. "Ivan got a good laugh out of it, so no worries."
Louis throws his arms up suddenly. "You deal with this. I'm done with it." He tells Zayn.
Zayn leans back in his chair where he'd been helping Axle play a game on his computer.
"It's no biggy, bro. We have teams of people who write songs, it's the reason they get a paycheck from us." He shrugs.
Louis glares at him, and when Zayn raises an eyebrow challengingly Louis just huffs. "You're the boss." Then he looks at his son, "Oi, young man. A whole night away from your pop and you don't even give me cuddles!"
Axle giggles at his dad. Zayn wraps his arms around the boys middle, "trapping" him.
"Daddy help!" He squeaks.
Mickey blinks into her mum's neck, always shy when she first wakes up. Shahid watches them all in disgust.
Louis rescues the boy and Niall takes his spot on Zayn's lap.
"Nee Nee said bad words." Axle announces.
Ivan gasps. "Nuh uh!"
"You're not Nee Nee!" Harry bites the cookie in the little boys raised fist. Ivan furrows his eyebrows at her before deciding to feed her the rest. She's his favorite aunt, after all.
"Are you tattling on me? I thought we were friends!" Niall fake pouts, making her nephew cackle. No matter how hard she tries, Zayn is always the boys favorite. Probably because Uncle Zayn let's them draw on walls but when he drew on the sofa Aunty Niall put him in time out.
"You ready to go Haz? I'm callin' it a day mate." Louis tells Zayn.
"So soon?" Shahid smiles.
"Well, if you knew what it was like to talk to you-" he stops when Harry clears her throat. "Yeah. Got a headache."
Niall blows them all a kiss goodbye and moments later the room is silent, save for the cartoons playing on the iPad in front of Ivan, who's seconds away from falling asleep. Usually, this would be adult time but.
"The boys are going out tonight, Z I told them I'm bringing you! It's been too long man, you need a night with the bros!" Shahid's voice is loud, Ivan pouts at him. Niall clicks her tongue.
"I can't tonight, next time." Zayn promises.
Shahid doesn't give up, waving him off. "Next time, next time!" He mocks. "Fuck next time, they're expecting you! Come on, you'll have a good time." He insists.
Zayn makes a face at him, "Sorry, bro I got-"
"Come on, Niall, just one time let the man go out with his boys!"
It's the first time he's addressed her since she walked in. It's offensive because after being with Zayn for so long she's used to being treated like royalty because of it. It's also annoying, because it's not Niall saying no. If it were up to Niall, she would say no, but it's not up to her, so.
"He's the one who said no." Her eyes are focused on the ceiling.
"Yeah, cause he's worried you'll get pissed or something."
Niall huffs and scoots off Zayn's lap. "Or something." She kisses Zayn's forehead and picks up Ivan, he immediately hides his face in her neck.
"We're going home." Is all she says before letting the door slam behind her.
***
Zayn comes home while Niall's giving Ivan his bath before bed time. When he finds them he helps Niall up off of her knees where she was kneeling beside the tub.
"You're home late." She kisses his lips, rubbing her hands across his back.
Zayn breathes out, widening his eyes. "I'm tired too. So that means this little munchkins going to bed early tonight."
Ivan smiles up at his daddy, holding up his boat. Zayn kisses Niall on her neck before sitting in her spot beside the tub to race boats with his son.
He puts Ivan in his bed with a Shrek movie on. When he goes to his own room, Niall's lotioning her belly in bed, watching something on t.v. with enough interest not to notice him come him. She's in her nightgown with cats on it, so she probably doesn't want to have sex. Not that Zayn would ever complain about having sex with his wife, but he's kind of glad. He's been up for twenty hours straight, he's ready for sleep.
The second he lays down on his side of the bed, Niall's flinging her gown over her head and straddling Zayn's hips. She wears bras to bed now, because her milk leaks and she's wearing a pair of his boxers as underwear so she isn't completely naked.
"I wanted to fuck you in your office earlier." Niall pinches Zayn's nipples.
"Shahid would of enjoyed the show," Zayn smirks.
"Not like he's getting any himself."
Zayn huffs out a laugh, running his hands over Niall's smooth thighs. Her belly is really big now, it's covering his own belly button from where she's sitting on his hips.
"You still need a fuck baby?" His thumbs drawing circles into her smooth thighs.
Niall shakes her head. "I laid right here, in your spot. Got me self off twice." She holds up two fingers proudly, wiggling them back and forth.
Zayn playfully grabs her wrist and licks both fingers into his mouth, biting softly before swirling his tongue around them.
The pregnant blonde grins, tilting her head to the side. "You know I didn't use my fingers."
"Mamba?!" he gasps in mock horror. "Did your wrist cramp?" He kisses her wrist, just in case.
Niall sighs, nodding. "It's okay, your shower head helped me get number three."
Zayn hums. "Was that it? Or did you hump more of my things?"
"Could of humped you if you had a spine."
He pinches her butt. "Stop it. He's family,"
Niall pinches his nipple harder in retaliation. "And I'm not?"
"Babe. You can take care of yourself, he just, he needs a little help is all."
Niall rolls her eyes. "Innit convenient how everyone's your family now that you got a pot to piss in?"
"Does that saying work that way? I thought it was for when you're broke?" He jokes, trying to keep the mood light.
He understands why Niall gets mad, and she's got a right to. She worked three jobs to support them while Zayn focused on music and it took a long time before anyone gave him a chance, two years to be exact. Niall married Zayn when all he had was a beat up Honda and twenty three dollars to his name.
"Does it apply when you're greedy? Because he was signed and didn't do what he was paid to do, he's just looking for another quick check and he knows you'll give it to him."
Zayn lifts Niall's leg, scooting her off of him. "I told you before, we're not talking about this. You want a say in it, then you come back to work and deal with the shit I deal with all day."
Zayn turns on his side, facing away from Niall. He doesn't turn around until he feels the bed dip, when he does he sees Niall putting her gown back on before she leaves the room.
***
Niall was halfway on the bed, her bottom half hanging off supported by Zayn. He liked it like this, when her legs were on his shoulders and her ankles locked behind his head as he slams into her. It's not often Zayn takes control, mostly preferring Niall to do a majority of the work, but when he does, he doesn't do it half assed.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Niall chants, fisting the sheets by her head.
Zayn picks up the pace, snapping his hips faster until Niall's gasping and trying to arch her back. Her spasms and whimpers and the fucked out look on her face is too much, making Zayn come during Niall's orgasm.
That's another thing Zayn really likes, finishing at the same time, but only with Niall though. It's like, before he fell in love he didn't really care if his partner got there or not. Sure, it was nice but he certainly didn't do anything extra to help them out until Niall came along and, well, came. Anyways, it's like a spiritual thing, to feel the exact same thing your soul mate feels at the exact same time they feel it. Zayn told Niall this before during a late night smoke session, she cried because "that's deep baby, that's deep."
"You're so fuckin beautiful." Zayn hovers above his wife, staring at her lips. He kisses her cheek down to her neck when she turns away.
"Let me up, weirdo."
"Not until you kiss me."
Niall groans, pushing his shoulders. He doesn't budge. "Maybe I don't wanna kiss you."
Zayn laughs, because obviously she's joking. He tries to kiss her again and she sucks her lips into her mouth, turning her head again.
"Seriously?"
Niall huffs.
"Is this hormones or am I missing something?" Zayn stands up, offering her a helping hand. She doesn't take it.
Her face contorts into a look a disgust. "I can't wait to pop this baby out so my emotions can be taken seriously."
"What did I do, then?"
Niall sighs, folding her arms and looks away. Niall's not like most women when she's mad. She doesn't yell or cry or try to leave him, usually she holds it in until she's over it.
"Well?" Zayn presses on.
Nothing.
Zayn's starting to get irritated. "Why did you ask me to have sex with you if you're mad at me?"
"Fuck you!" Niall's eyes start to water. Okay, so maybe the baby does make her hormonal. She rolls to her side and pushes herself up. "Sorry having sex with me is such a chore for you, Zayn!" She sobs, tying her robe.
"What? No it's just, why am I allowed to fuck you but not kiss you?" He makes a face, cross between confused and sad and yes he's pouting because he's just been used for sex by his own wife.
"Maybe I just don't want to kiss you, you selfish twat!"
"I don't think that was selfish," he points to the bed, there's wet patches in several different spots. "but-"
"You know what?" Niall stands, still crying with her hands on her hips.
Zayn throws his hands up. "Enlighten me."
"I faked it!" She screams.
He laughs, a genuine laugh. His thighs and abdomen are still sticky from her release. "Get the fuck outta here Niall," he gestures to his crotch, which is also sticky.
"I'm a very great performer."
Zayn rolls his eyes, still smiling from laughing. "Why won't you kiss me?"
"Why do you care?"
"Why do I care that my wife won't kiss me?"
Niall stares at him sadly. She's always had a hard time expressing emotions that are anything but happy, she expects people to just know how she feels and why she feels that way. People meaning Zayn. And sometimes Harry but mostly Zayn.
"Do you not love me anymore?" It's a ridiculous question, he knows but he hasn't thought of that as a possibility for so long that maybe he took it for granted?
Niall sobs, Zayn's heart starts beating at a rate that surely can't be healthy.
"I do!"
"Then fucking kiss me, Niall!" He screams, making her jump.
"I can't,"
...
"Because I'm angry!"
Finally.
Before Zayn asks why Niall stomps her foot and yells again.
"You wanted me to stay with Ivan! You!" She accuses. "Wanted me to have babies and take care of them while you work!" Her face is puffy from crying, her eyes are barely open.
"Okay?" He doesn't understand where she's going with this...
"You said I can't have a say in the business unless I come back!"
"You just fired someone," he reminds her calmly. Gently.
She stomps her foot again. "That's not what I mean!"
"Then-" if this were a comic, there'd be question marks floating around Zayn's head.
"You said it you idiot!" She slams their bathroom door shut and locks it behind her.
***
Later on, they're all sitting together on the sofa watching a movie as a family. Ivan is fighting sleep with a chocolate stained mouth beside Zayn, Niall curled up on his other side with a container of ice cream.
"I'd rather not talk about it, but I'm sorry." She finally says, kissing the stubble on his cheek.
Zayn's grandmother was married to his grandfather for seventy five years. On his grandfather's death bed a nurse asked her what the trick to staying married for long was. His grandmother smiled and replied: "Knowing when to keep your mouth shut."
So Zayn sighs, smiles softly at her and pouts his lips for a kiss. And finally, hour's later, he gets his kiss.
"Me too daddy," Ivan pushes himself up sleepily. "Please."
His parents coo at him. "Of course, big guy." Zayn kisses all over his chubby little face. Niall runs her fingers through the boys hair until he falls asleep.
"Can you take him to his room?" Niall asks as their baby drools on Zayn's shirt. He might be three, but he will always be their baby. Even when he has his own babies.
Zayn nods. "You need anything?" He rubs her belly where his hand was resting on it. Only a few more weeks until they're a family of four.
Niall shakes her head no, kissing Ivan's frizzy black hair then kissing Zayn just because.
When Zayn comes back, Niall curls her finger signalling for him to come to her. He tries to sit next to her in his previous spot but she grabs his wrist, pulling him in front of her.
"What?" He asks confused.
She smiles up at him, batting her lashes as she scoots to the edge of the cushion. Zayn smirks when her fingers tug at the waist band of his joggers.
"Here?"
"Mhm." She kisses the skin under his belly button while tugging down the pants. He's already half hard, even though they just had sex this morning.
"Will you come on my face?" She asks sweetly. "Please."
It's her way of clearing the air even though she's already apologized, she doesn't have to make anything up to him but she wants to.
"Yes, yeah." Zayn breathes.
She licks each side of his cock lovingly, marveling at the way it fattens on her tongue. She lifts it to press against his tummy while she places wet kisses to his balls. That's his favorite, if his quivering thighs had anything to say about it.
Niall's idea on true love is to always put your partner before anything and everything else, including yourself, so long as you can trust your partner to do the same. This applies to everything, not just sex.
Plus, Niall has cramps so Zayn doesn't even have to return the favor.
She takes him by surprise when after a solid two minutes of teasing she swallows down his entire length, sucking lightly as she breathes through her nose. Her cheeks hallow and her tongue wiggles as she bobs her head back until she gets to the tip. She gives his slit a a few licks before sucking harshly. Zayn's hips buck forward, without taking him out Niall opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, with her hands on his butt she pushes him to do it again. He puts his hands on her shoulders, fucking her face slowly until Niall's nails are digging into his ass cheeks encouraging him to go faster.
She's enthusiastic about it. His butt is her favorite thing to touch but she does massage his balls too.
"I love you so much," he pants above her.
She moans, because it's kind of hard to say "I love you too" with a huge cock in your throat.
The second Zayn pulls out Niall tilts her head back and closes her eyes. Good thing too, because ropes of hot come drop down her eyelids, on her cheeks and forehead and the last rope saved to smear across her lips. She darts her tongue out while Zayn's cock is still there, making him groan.
"You look so beautiful," he stands back, now that he's finished he can enjoy the art.
"I feel so beautiful." Niall smiles wide, still not opening her eyes. Zayn takes a picture (he's been taking pictures for the past thirty seconds).
"You should, baby." He uses his shirt to wipe her eyes, what a waste, so she can open then. He takes another picture. Blue eyes look so good surrounded by his come.
Niall moans again, she can't help it. She moans when she feels sexy. But.
"As fun as this is, your baby has been head butting my bladder while simultaneously karate kicking the shit out of my ribs, so,"
Zayn helps her up, holding her steady until she can balance on her own.
He wets their toothbrushes while she pees, making sure to put Ivan's toothpaste on Niall's because sometimes she likes to eat in the middle of the night and pickles don't taste great with mint. He wipes her face with a wet cloth, jokingly putting her tooth brush in her mouth and brushing her teeth for her.
"You take such good care of me," she laughs sleepily.
It was a joke, but it's true. He takes care of her, and she takes care of him. They balance each other.
***
Niall and Ivan go to the studio everyday. Ivan is growing restless, bored of the place where he could see daddy but daddy wouldn't play with him. Niall wanted to be able to make business decisions though, that and being so close to her due date made her very emotional and very clingy to her husband. So, he'd have to deal with her either way.
The downfall was that every day Niall was there, Shahid was also there. Sitting around. Waiting for people to hand him an album and a check. Liam Payne came in to visit and take advantage of studio time with his mates when Harry proudly showed him new lyrics to a song she wrote. She was quite proud of it, as it was special to her so she asked him to sing it. Harry's first choice would have been Louis, but Louis only produces, and Liam's in town for a short amount of time, so.
"She's talented, isn't she? I could make her the new Madonna or summat by tomorrow if she'd let me." Louis boasted, proud of his lady. Harry blushed. She can sing, very well but fame isn't for her. She likes being able to take a walk with her kids in peace.
"Your albums already finished, innit?" Shahid peeked over Liam's shoulder at the paper Harry gave him.
Niall rolled her eyes, already knowing where he's going with this.
"Yeah?" Liam laughed.
"Really, because mine is in the works, bro, so maybe we could-" he gestures between the two of them.
"Absolutely not." Louis shuts that shit down immediately. Harry may be polite and shy but no.
"We're working on stuff for you now," Zayn assures his friend. "I assigned eight more people to have at least five songs by the end of the week." He nods.
"We could still-" Shahid tries.
Louis cuts him off. "No."
Zayn throws Louis a look. His stern look that he doesn't like to use on his friend, but will when necessary.
Louis sighs. "This particular song is important to her. It's not really your style, anyway mate. Liam's known for these, sweet and sad lovey type songs. We're trying to make you more hip-hop." He shrugs. Technically, /he's/ not doing anything, because he told Zayn he wouldn't help anyone who doesn't work to help themselves.
Shahid huffs. "Alright."
"I'll fiddle around with it," Liam tells Harry, then adds when her eyes go wide: "not like changing lyrics! I won't change anything, I swear. I'll play with vocals, figure out how it sounds in my voice. One condition though,"
Harry, poor sweet Harry's hands are shaking from nerves. She writes songs all the time, but Louis turns them in for her. This is the first time she's showing someone her work herself and it's quite nerve wracking.
"At least sing backing vocals. I'll sing everything, but only if you sing back up." Liam compromises.
Louis and Niall laugh, Zayn smiles and Shahid grimaces.
"It's not like, like I don't wanna. It's not going to be Liam Payne featuring Harry Tomlinson is it? I'll just be in the credits?" If Harry wanted to sing it, she wouldn't of asked Liam. Ass hole.
"If that's what you want, sure." Liam nods.
"That'll be good, babe." Louis rubs his wife's thigh. Ivan rubs her other thigh because Uncle Louis is cool like daddy and he wants to be cool too. "Get you more acquainted with the mic, less studio shy."
"This is great and all but why haven't you ever asked me to be on a song?" Niall glares at Liam. She has a sandwich in her hand and another waiting to be eaten on her belly, mustard smeared across her cheek.
"Um." Liam looks to Zayn for help.
"I have to go home with her, bro. You take it." Zayn busies himself on his computer.
"I mean, I did write 'Drunk', granted I wrote it for my husband and it was kind of a joke but you didn't ask me to sing on it. I'm proper bloody fuckin' offended, mate." Niall says coolly, popping the last of the first sandwich in her mouth. "Kinda makes you come off as a twat."
Zayn shoves his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing, Louis does not.
"I'm sorry, Nialler." Liam pouts. "Would you like to feature this one, with me and Haz?"
Niall waves him off. "Nah, singin's not my thing."
"Fair enough. Am I still a twat?"
"Fetch me a soda and I'll let you know." Niall decides. Louis barks out another laugh, Harry giggles next to him.
Liam stands up when Zayn yells "No!" Making Niall pout, and Liam sit back down slowly, confused.
"No carbonated drinks. There's already a fat stack of dairy on that sandwich that'll bind you all up. Get her an apple juice." Zayn lays down the law.
"I want mountain dew." Niall pouts, folding her arms across her chest. "So does the baby." She add for good measure.
"That's too bad, innit." Zayn clicks away at his computer while Shahid laughs loudly. Dick sucker.
"Find your own cock, that one's mine." Niall mutters, glaring at him.
"Well." Harry stands, stretching her long arms over her head, her back cracks deliciously in a way that makes Niall very jealous. "Mickey's teething so I'm gonna go relieve Gem." She swoops up Ivan, who giggles at the attention. "You coming?"
Louis looks at Zayn, who shakes his head yes. "Yeah."
They kiss Niall goodbye, promising Liam and Zayn to see them tomorrow. Harry tells Shahid to have a nice night, he only fake smiles in response.
"You can go too." Niall says to Shahid. Liam watches uncomfortably until Ivan climbs in his lap, offering distraction.
"I know." He makes a face at her. Niall mimics it.
"Enough." Zayn whispers to her.
"Zayn," Niall whines, making faces at him. He doesn't understand she's trying to communicate telepathically so he raises his eyebrows at her.
"Liam, would you mind taking Ivan to the kitchen for an ice cream? Shahid, you supervise." Niall orders. /Then/ her idiot husband gets it. He doesn't help her out though, he just smirks at her thinking she's being discreet.
"Sure," Liam says at the same time Shahid says "That kitchen stinks."
Liam carries Ivan out. It's not fair to make the kid wait when there's ice cream involved.
Zayn smiles smugly at his wife. Shahid looks comfortable and not ready to leave any time soon.
Niall struggles to push herself up, God forbid someone helps her, and leans on Zayn's desk so they're face to face.
"If he doesn't leave in thirty seconds, he's going to get a very interesting show."
Zayn shakes his head, teasing her. "You can't wait until we're at home?"
"Tick tock, tick tock." She sings.
He sighs, defeated. "Bro, we're wrapping it up when Li comes back so you're free to go whenever."
Biting her tongue like a good little wife, Niall does not mention that Shahid didn't have to be here in the first place.
"I can wait." Shahid doesn't look up qfrom his phone. Niall hums the tick tock melody.
Zayn leans back in his chair, sighing and smiling at the same time. "You're killin' me, bro."
Niall stares at Zayn, unzipping his hoodie she borrowed.q
"You're not missing anything, I'll see you tomorrow man."
Niall toes off her slippers, mostly for effect.
"I'll leave in minute," Shahid's tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
"Times up!" Niall cheers, ripping her Irish flag tank top over her head to reveal her white bra and very large tummy. If Zayn somewhat believed Niall was bluffing, he doesn't want to find out anymore when she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra.
"Babe!" Zayn stands up, he can't help it if he laughs. His wife is ridiculous, he loves her a lot.
"What's her problem?" Shahid turns his face, peeking from the corner of his eye.
Zayn wraps his body around hers to shield her.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" Zayn laughs somewhat frantically.
Shahid storms out of the door, muttering something in what sounds like Spanish, maybe French, Niall doesn't care. She's horny, her husband's hot. Forgive her for not paying attention.
She grabs his hands and puts the on her breasts, which are only a little sore today, and grinds her ass into his crotch.
"Fein," Zayn mumbles.
"Mhm," Niall agrees.
"Did it turn you on? That Shahid was gonna watch?" His deep voice does nothing to help the situation in her panties.
"You turn me on,"
"You acted like a slut in front of him, is that what you want? For everyone to see what a little slut are?"
"For you," Niall whines. She's feeling very attached to her husband and exhibition with him is okay because let's face it you're alive but you're not living until you've seen Zayn's ass but the whole slut thing just doesn't settle right with her. Niall doesn't want anyone else.
"Mhm," Zayn agrees, kissing her neck. "I'll break your fucking neck if I ever find out you're a slut for anyone else."
"Zayn," she whines again. All this talk of her being with someone else is making her sad. "Only you." Niall reminds him.
"Don't pull that shit again." He steps away from her, slapping her ass. "If you weren't carrying my kid I'd turn you over my knee." Zayn says casually.
It's not sexual anymore, Niall realizes as her shirt is tossed at her.
"Babe,"
"I'm taking Ivan by Louis'. You should go home and cool down, while I do damage control for your little outburst." He puts her keys in hand, taking the diaper bag and her purse with him.
That only means one thing: Niall's in trouble.