Revealing the pregnancy to his family, which ever boy you like. Please and thank you.
[I had to go with Zayn. Between myself and Hannah, there’ve been so many papa!Zayn feels that I just couldn’t resist…]
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Your stomach is in so many knots you can barely think past the tight and roiling anxiety in it. Zayn had assured you it was silly to be so nervous; you weren’t teenagers, you’d been married a little over a year. Babies were inevitable - he’d mentioned from the get go that children were important to him, and you’d agreed you wanted to have them someday. But that was “someday”, in the future, when Zayn wasn’t still flying off to all corners of the world.
It just felt… irresponsible right now.
And you were certain his parents would agree. You’d met Trisha and Yaser Malik long before you and Zayn married of course, and they both seemed like loving, reasonable people. Trisha had all but adopted you and once you’d heard Yaser whispering he was glad his son had found someone like you to make him happy. There are pictures scattered along the walls of your house of you and his parents and sisters. You know they like you.
“Love, you’re trembling,” Zayn mumbles as the two of you putter around the kitchen with his mother, helping out with the family dinner. Well, Zayn is helping, you’re a bit glued to one counter, on your third glass of water wishing it was wine.
“I know, I’m just… nervous. What if they’re mad?”
“Why would they be mad?”
Before you can answer him, his mother bustles over, peering at you two with an eyebrow raised.
“Still sharing secrets, lovebirds?” she teases gently, “Why don’t you two set the table, then? I’ll be fine cooking.”
“You sure, mum?” Zayn asks, though he can see you’re relieved to escape being in such close proximity at the moment.
“Of course I’m sure, love, go on now. Not much left to do, I’ll call your father down if I need to.”
With that assurance, you and Zayn gather up dishes and silverware to carry into the dining room and set the table. It really isn’t long before the food is ready and the seven of you enjoy a wonderful meal courtesy of Trisha Malik. You absolutely love his mother’s cooking and you’re relieved that being pregnant hasn’t changed that - you had a friend absolutely obsessed with chocolate and in the early months of her pregnancy, she couldn’t even take a sniff of a candy bar without feeling nauseous. But this you can dig into with gusto, and you almost, almost forget your nerves.
That is, until Zayn clears his throat somewhere around the end, when everyone is finished eating but just sitting around to chat.
“So, um, me and the missus, have got a bit of an announcement to make,” he begins, giving you an affectionate glance out the corner of his eye.
You can feel your face heating up and you don’t really make eye contact with anyone as you agree, “Yup, an announcement…”
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” his father teases, eyeing the two of you over his glass.
When Zayn realizes you just can’t speak, he can’t help chuckling, reaching over to grab your hand and squeeze it in his. Holding it gently on the table, he says to his mum and dad and sisters, “We’re gonna have a baby.”
You’re not quite sure what you expected - outside of something bad - but the squeals that Zayn’s mother and sisters burst into weren’t it. His father is grinning, and before you know it you’ve got two girls attached to your sides, cheering about being aunts as his eldest sister and mother look on happily.
“That’s so wonderful! How far along are you, dear?” Trisha wonders.
From there the impending baby is all anyone can talk about and you field his family’s questions, flushed and embarrassed at your own nervousness.
When his parents are making silly jokes about being grandma and grandpa, Zayn leans over cupping the opposite side of your face to pull you gently to him and kiss your temple. ”See, I told you they wouldn’t be upset…”
“I know, but…” You just give him a sheepish face.
He laughs softly, but kisses you again, nuzzling his nose against your ear before he lets you go. And you can’t help feeling for the first time since you saw those twin pink lines on the stick, that maybe… maybe everything will be alright.