Harry:
"Haz" you whisper slightly, resting on your arm as you look at your fiancé. He turns around tiredly, shaking the hair out of his face. "What's wrong Baby-Girl?" He mumbles. "I could really use a Vanilla Shake and a Bacon-Cheese Burger right now" you smile innocently, as he kisses your forehead. "What's this, the third time in two days?" He laughs, pulling on a pair of sweats and a jumper. "Yeah but you love me" you shrug, a smile still visible on your face. "That I do. Call me if you need anything else alright? I'll be back in twenty minutes" he smiles, kissing your lips as he puts on a pair of shoes. "Thanks Haz, you're the best" you call as he shuts the door and starts the car, pushing out of the driveway. Almost twenty minutes passed and Harry has yet to show up but you try to be patient, just like Haz has been doing for the past seven months. He put up with your mood swings, your morning sickness and your complaining. God knows how many foot rubs and massages he had given you these last few months. A thought pops into your head as you dial the familiar number. "What is it Baby?" Harry speaks into the phone, as you hear the door close. "Don't forget the f-" you start as he cuts you off. "Fries? I didn't. Figured you'd want some" he chuckles, starting the car. "I love you so much right now. If I weren't this big you'd definitely be getting some tonight" you pout, suddenly feeling horny. "That will have to wait. I'll see you soon love" he chuckles again, cutting the line. Five minutes later you are met by those familiar green eyes, belonging to your fiancé as he kisses your forehead, and hands you a take out bag and your bridal magazine from the coffee table downstairs. You pull out the things for the bag, finding a chocolate milkshake instead of vanilla. You look over at him, sleeping soundly and place a soft kiss on his forehead, deciding that he deserves a break. Besides, you were even lucky you got food and a shake this good in the first place.

Niall:
"Hey Baby, what is it you said you wanted?" Niall yawned into the phone, as he went through the automatic doors of the supermarket. "Double stuffed Oreos, marshmallows, Nutella and cookies" you blurt, making a list as you go. "Oh... And peanut butter. We're out" you say, going through the cabinets of your kitchen. "Got it" he laughs, pushing the things into the cart. "Perfect" you smile, leaning against the kitchen counter, rubbing your swollen baby bump. It was five, almost six months ago that you found out about the pregnancy, and you had been together for three years so neither of you were expecting it, especially since you weren't married yet. It did take time to sink in but now you were both really excited. "You sure, that's it?" he asked, as he stood at the check out. "Maybe some chocolate milk" you muse. "Already in the cart" he laughed. "God I love you" you smile. "I love you too. See you in a bit" he laughs again. Ten minutes later, Niall comes back with a bag overloaded with groceries. "Niall! I only asked for like 5 things" you laugh, taking the bag and sifting through it. "But they had Ben and Jerry's ice-cream. I had to get every kind" he smiles innocently, as he stacks the ice cream and treats on the coffee table. The two of you sit on the floor, trying out different food combinations. You are loving it but Niall isn't a fan of sweets at 3am. "No one can love food more than I do but it's not working at this ungodly hour" he grumbles as you continue to stuff your face. "Best ice-cream ever" you moan. "Yeah, it's Harry's favourite too" Niall exclaims. "Should I be jealous of Harry? I think he's stealing you away from me. People may think he's your boyfriend, that's what the fan fictions say" you laugh. "He may be my boyfriend but you're my future wife" he smiles, kissing your lips. "Why don't we get married?" You ask, mouthful of ice-cream. "Just give me time to man up and ask you for real before" he say, smiling shyly.

Liam:
It took three years after your marriage to finally get pregnant but it finally was happening. Due to some complications in your pregnancy you were bed ridden for the last month before your due date. Yours and Liam's love for each other was undeniable, which explains why you married each other in the first place but you were very stubborn and Liam was a tad overprotective when it came to you and even more when it came to your soon to be born daughter Eva Marie, both deciding on that beautiful name together. "You should be resting, what are you doing on your feet?" Liam asks, frowning slightly as he crosses his arms. "Just going to pee Li. You want to carry me there?" You ask sarcastically. When you return to bed, he sighs, taking your hand and kissing your huge bump. You smile slightly, running a hand through his soft hair as he comes up to press a kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry babe, I just don't want anything happening to you or Eva" he breathes as he presses another kiss to your lips. Your stomach grumbles as you pout, earning a laugh from Liam. "Hungry?" He asks. "Very" you smiles, getting up. "I'll be right back with something to eat" he promises. He returns with a big bowl of fruit. "Noooo Li. No more fruit. I want cake Li, from the bakery down the street. Like a whole cake not one slice. Not fruit, not veggies" you whine. "Aren't you suppose to eat healthy things?" He asks. "No you're suppose to get your pregnant immobile wife whatever she wants. You know what? Forget it. I'll get it myself" you say, trying to get up. "No, no, no... I'll get it just don't move" he says, leaving the room. You hate taking advantage of the situation like this, but it's the only time he listens. You slowly fall asleep and as you wake up you find a bakery box and a note. 'Had to meet the boys for a meeting but I got you cake. There's a slice of every cake they had. I didn't know which one you wanted. I'll be back soon. I love you, Li xxx' you read. You laugh slightly at your husband, digging through the cakes, almost finishing the whole box and Liam returns back home.

Zayn:
"C'mon Baby-Girl, you promised you'd let mummy sleep for a few hours" you hear Zayn call out to your daughter Mollie. Your eyes flutter open as you witness your four year old daughter in between your legs, smiling down at you widely. You and Zayn were both excited for your soon to be born son but your daughter was much more excited about her brother's arrival. You were six, almost seven, months along and showing quite a bit. She had been talking to her brother and reading him stories since you first told her you were pregnant. You had told her many times that the baby isn't going to talk back or respond but she couldn't care less. As for Zayn, he had already been through one pregnancy with you so he took nothing by surprise anymore. "Hi Mommy, are you hungry? You need food? Can I rub your tummy?" She asks excitedly. You laugh, pulling her in for a kiss on her forehead as you whisper your demands to her. "Anything you need baby?" Zayn asks, sitting on the bed next to you. "Mummy wants cheese fries with strawberry jam" Mollie speaks for you. "Seriously?" Zayn asks, scrunching his face in disgust. "There is something seriously wrong with you" he laughs. "Yeah, you got me pregnant" you laugh as he orders some food. After multiple rubs on your Tummy and Mollie telling you about school, your husband runs in with your cheese fries, dipped in jam and a pepperoni pizza for him and Mollie. "No way we are eating that garbage" Zayn pipes as he hands Mollie a slice and grabs one for himself. "You should really try it" you say with a mouthful. "No way in hell. So glad this pregnancy is almost over with" he smiles, kissing your forehead. "Yeah, I think I deserve a break after this" you smile, continuing to stuff your face. "Mummy, how do you get pregnant?" Your daughter pipes as you look at her wide eyed. "I'm going to get us something to drink" Zayn chirps, running away as you try and come up with a false answer.

Louis:
You sit at the restaurant with your husband, looking at the menu thoroughly, trying to decide on what you want to order. "Find anything you like?" Your husband smiles, knowing how picky and weird your cravings have been since you were edging closer to your due date. "Actually I think I'm just going to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. You mind?" You ask your husband, smiling innocently at him. "Of course, anything for you. What would you like?" He asks. "I'm craving Apple sauce" you smile, closing the menu in front of you. "So, is there anything with apple sauce in the dessert section?" He asks, opening the menu to search. "No Lou, I don't think you understand" you say, closing the menu for him. "Wait! you want me to ask if they'll serve you a plate of apple sauce?" He asks. You smile at him, "please Babe, I need it... The baby needs it" you whine. "Fine, but I'll doubt they serve it" he sighs. "Just this once, I'll allow you to play the 'I'm Louis Tomlinson from 1D' card" you smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Fine" he sighs. "Hi, I'm Brenda and I'll be your server today. What can I get you" the waitress smiles, instantly recognizing Louis. "I would like a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich please" Louis smiles at her. "And for your Mrs?" She asks, sending a smile your way. "I know this is going to sound weird but is there any possible way I could get a plate of apple sauce for her?" Louis asks charmingly. "Of course, I could make that happen" she smiles. "Thank you so much. She's been having weird cravings during the pregnancy" he says, grabbing your hand. "I know what that's like. I was always craving marshmallow fluff when I was pregnant with my oldest son" the waitress laughs, taking the menus and getting the food. After eating your apple sauce, you leave the restaurant not before thanking the waitress before leaving. "Thanks again" Louis smiles, handing her a $100 bill as you make your way out of the restaurant appreciatively.

Hey guys :)
I'll try and post 'You Work For Him [Part 4] as soon as I can but until then, enjoy this preference :) ~ Megz xx