Our Beautiful Mistake. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Ten.

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                “Zayn!” I hit the door with force causing the whole thing to vibrate at my touch.

                “I’m coming what is it?” Finally the white wooden door swung open.

                There he is. Zayn with his long skinny tanned torso. A black t-shirt in hand with black skinny jeans hung perfectly on his thin waist. My promise ring still hung around his neck in a beautiful way. His hair is flat today like it always is when he spends time with Jasmine.

                “Hello Cheyenne? Anyone home?” that is when I realized Zayn was trying to talk to me and here I am looking like an idiot staring him down. His hand waves in front of my face for the who-knows time.

                “Zayn look I am sorry okay, I just, I need you. I need you to promise me you will never do it again, that I can trust you. I need us to be a family.” It’s a short talk, not at all what I planned to say to the dimwit. But it gets to the point and I think he understands.

                “I didn’t mean to do it, I need you to believe that, and if that’s alright I need you to get in here and help I and our daughter decorate the tree,” Zayn’s voice raises as he steps closer and closer to me. I breathe in the air holding us apart and he takes that to come even closer to where our faces are touching.

                “I love you.” I hardly get to finish my sentence before his lips are crashed onto mine. It’s not some gross heated messy kiss you see in movies. It’s sweet and simple, probably since out two year old daughter is in the next room.

                “Jasmine! Mommy is here to help us!” Soon I hear the small patter of my baby’s’ feet falling down the hallway. Then she turns the corner wearing her little red dress with a black jacket. Black tights that caused her to slip in the kitchen this morning are still present along with the pigtails in her hair.

                “Mommy!” Jassy grabs to my legs before I can actually pick her up and give her a hug.

                “Are you staying mommy?” I take a good look at Jasmine with her lip sticking out and her brown eyes in puppy form then look to Zayn who is pulling his t-shirt over his head. He shakes his head with his hands in his hair before smiling at me and nodding his head yes.

                “Yes baby mommy is staying,” I tell her then she cheers.

                Jasmine really loves having both of her parents around and together. I have to learn to accept that Zayn is going to make mistakes and so am I. There is no way we could live a perfect life like in magazines. But with his good looks and how wonderful of a father he is, I think it just might be possible.  The rest of the day we decorated the tree and made cookies. We watched a nightmare before Christmas and Jasmine fell asleep in my arms. My head rested in Zayn’s lap who was sitting up passed out before the movie even started. I could most definitely get used to living like this.