One Direction M-preg Oneshots

Delivering Twins --Zouis One Shot--

Warning: Birth is a little graphic.

A/N: This is somewhat different from what I usually write.. tell me what you think? :)

I sat next to the fire in the cozy cabin, my tired body spread over the couch, hands over lapping my giant abdomen. I couldn't believe I let Louis talk me into coming. We were off in the middle of fucking no-where on a fucking mountain while I was fucking eight months pregnant with twins.

When I tried to get him to let me stay home, Louis assured me that help was just about thirty minutes down the road from where we would stay, ten if it was an emergency. Reluctantly, I packed my bags and got into the car, coming with him to this fucking retreat.

Louis left earlier with Niall and Harry to go skiing, dragging Liam with them and said they'd be back by one. I wished somebody would have stayed with me, but I don't blame them for wanting to get away for awhile. I was being an emotional ticking bomb right now. One moment I was happy, the next I wanted to kill. Just an hour ago I had threatened to chop Harry's dick off if he made one more joke about my swollen tummy.

Sighing, I tried my best to push myself off of the sofa. It was a struggle, but I eventually lowered myself to my knees on the floor and pulled myself up the wall from there. I waddled my way to the kitchen, praying I wouldn't have to kill Niall if no food remained in the cabinets.

Thankfully, I found some peanut butter and bread. I made myself a sand which then leaned against the counter as I ate it. It was so quiet in the house I could hear myself chew. I was in mid bite when a sharp pain struck through my lower abdomen.

I groaned and clenched my stomach, tossing the sand which aside. The pain increased a bit, then fadded away leaving me breathless. My thoughts raced. These could just be braxton hicks! But what if they're real? Should I see a doctor? Where the fuck is my phone, I need to call Louis!

I picked up my cell from the table, contemplating whether or not to call. No, I decided. If I feel it again I will.

I went to my bedroom and took off my belt to try and relieve some pressure. It didn't help much, so I stripped off my pants and went in boxers and a tee. I was feeling alright, minus the stomachache I was having. I tried to make myself believe they were from something I ate, not what I prayed they weren't. I noticed my baby bump had tightened a dramatic amount, being rock hard.

I sat at the tall kitchen chair, fiddling nervously with my thumbs. When another contraction hit, I couldn't help but whimper, holding onto the table for dear life. Right after it passed, I fumbled for my phone. Dialling Louis, I waited for a dial tone. A couple of beeps brought the phone away from my ear. NO SIGNAL. My phone read, making me want to scream.

I tried everything to get some service, going about the house looking for a bar. I went outside as far as I dared and still had no luck. The snow was coming down hard, I couldn't see anything past the pourch. We had no land line, the boys took all the cars, and we had no neighbors within two miles.I began to panic as I realized I was out alone with no resources, about to go into labor.

I knew I needed to keep my head though, I couldn't panic. I took some time to breath then got into action. If I have to deliver these babies, I am going to be prepared. It wasn't my original plan to deliver the babies, I was going to have a Cesarean, but I guess plans change.

Waddling to my bedroom, I kept my hand on my wall. I stopped half way down the hall when I felt a warm liquid flow down my legs.

"Shit!" I mumbled, scared as hell. My water naturally broke, something that was rare and always signaled labour.