No, he's not jealous(Sequel to 'Is He Jealous?' A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Jasmine's POV

The twins were born recently and Zayn and I fight alot. Usually over stupid things like nappy changing and who's washing up. I hate him when he does this, he's so annoying! 

It was Saturday and Zayn was out clubbing as usual. He went out every Saturday rather than spending time with his loving family and 'wife.' Sometimes, I get the hint that our marriage is going to end soon and I know he might want it to. I hate thinking about this, but I can't stop! I was watching baby programmes on TV but the children were sound asleep. I just wanted to be a kid again I guess. Then Eastenders came on and I watched curiously, wondering what secrets would be revealed today. My phone beeped right before the end so I ignored it. Urgh, another boring ending to an amazing soap!:( I looked at the text and it was another stalker text from unknown. I rolled my eyes and read the message.

I will do something terrible if you don't give up Zayn. You can't imagine the pain you will go through....emotionally...;) the text read. I ignored it, knowing the person was probably mental. Then, Zayn barged through the door and he wasn't drunk this time. It's a record!

"Hey gorgeous, watcha doing?" he asked, flopping onto the couch next to me.

"Watching TV.....why aren't you clubbing tonight?" I asked casually.

"Don't start this again!" he sighed.

"What?"

"Questioning what i'm doing when i'm doing it and who i'm doing it with" he said, getting frustrated.

"I wasn't going to! I was just wondering!" I said, pulling away from him. He grumbled and went into the kitchen. He came back with his keys.

"Aren't you going to ask where i'm going?" he said sarcastically.

"No?" I said sadly and he mumbled something before walking out, slamming the front door. I winced and turned off the television before going upstairs and flopping onto the bed. He didn't come back for ages. I walked slowly downstairs when I heard the front door opening and closing quietly. I heard footsteps in the living room and they didn't sound like Zayn's. I peeps around the corner and saw some stranger standing in my living room. It had a hoodie on and boots. I got a bit scared and grabbed a knife off the kitchen table before going up behind them.

"Turn around before I stab you" I said, scared. They turned around and were wearing a mask. I dropped the knife when they came closer, they must have known I didn't have the courage to kill anyone. They came closer and began to kiss me heavily.

"STOP IT I'M MARRIED!" I screamed and they didn't stop.

"I bet your husband is gross and hates you" they said gruffly. I winced in pain as I hit the floor and was being squashed.

"NO, HE'S AN AMAZING MAN WHOM I LOVE AND HE LOVES ME SO GO AWAY. I SAID I'M MARRIED AND I WILL NEVER EVER CHEAT!" I protested and the person stopped. They stood up and took off the mask. ZAYN.

"Just tesing babe!" he winked and pulled me up.

"You prick, I would have stabbed you!" I squirmed in his grasp.

"No you wouldn't, I remember you telling me that you would never kill anyone who was scary and larger than you!" he chuckled and kissed me.

"You aren't forgiven Malik" I teased and his face fell.

"What do I do to make it up with you?" he winked.

"Hmm, anything?" I flirted, pulling him closer.

"Anything" he purred, kissing my neck gently.

"Do the dishes!" I laughed and ran upstairs. I lay on the bed and he came upstairs and lay down next to me. We were making out when I heard the twins crying.

"I get Rosie, you get Eliza" I said and he agreed. We had a little routine sorted out. Everytime they cry, we get a different baby. Like next time they cry, I get Eliza and Zayn cares for Rosie. It worked because the babies get the same amount of attention then!:) I cradled Rosie and fed her some milk before changing her nappy and rocking her to sleep. I saw Zayn cuddling Eliza, singing softly to her. We put them to bed and the clock hit 12:00AM(midnight) and we both agreed to go to bed, rather than have sex.......gross......but it had to be said didn't it? We both lay in bed, thinking.

"I wonder where we conceived the twins?" I wondered.

"The tent" Zayn chuckled, making me laugh.

"Probably!" I giggled and we didn't talk anymore, we fell straight asleep.