The Secret door (Ziam Royal AU)

Epilogue

Zayn's POV:

“Zayn, wake up”

I ignore him, instead opt to roll onto my stomach and hold him to myself.

“Oh, come on” He tsks “You gotta wake up. We have things to do.”

“Screw it all”

“Honestly” He sighs in exasperation. “Zaynie, wake up”

I grumble, nuzzling into the warmth of his neck. Ah, this feels so good.

“Zayn, come on. I’m sick of dragging you out of bed every single day” He complains.

“It’s been just seven months since marriage and you are complaining about me already” I note and sigh against his skin “Lemme sleep for five more minutes”

“That’s the seventh time you had said it”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“At least, let me get ready” He wriggles in my hold “Let me go. The goats are waiting for me”

“Hmm-mm, your husband comes first”

He sighs again. “Baby, come on. Angel, wake up for me”

I smile into his neck and press a wet kiss there. “Five more minutes”

“Of course!”

Suddenly, he is ripping himself away from my arms quite rudely and when I gape at him, he glares down at me with a disapproving shake of his head, arms crossed and feet patting the wooden floor and all.

“I’m going” He tells me and scoffs as he turns and walks out of the house. I lie there, wondering if my husband just abandoned me for goats.

Ugh.

Rolling onto my back, I fall right back asleep. I went to bed late last night. Well….Went to sleep late last night would be more accurate.

When I wake up again, there’s too much brightness for my liking. Grumbling to myself, I sit up in my place and stretch. It can’t be past nine, but I have work to do as well. Why can’t I just stay in bed and lazy the day off?

Grunting to myself, I throw off the soft fur sheets and get out of bed. I fold it and place it against the wall as well, because I don’t want another lecture of how I’m not responsible enough and always end up making a mess of our sweet little heaven.

When I walk out in nothing but my cotton pants, I smell it in the air that the breakfast is ready and waiting for me. But my husband is nowhere in sight. I look around the clearing in front of the house and find him struggling with three stubborn baby goats.

He is sitting on a sculpted seat on a rock and three goats stand by him. And their mother, Daisy, sits there and watches as they make a mess of Liam. After all the tension of war was over, Niall was more than kind to hand Daisy over to Liam.

“Just drink this, no more milk for you, I promise. Come on, open your mouth, arrghh” Liam is grumbling to himself.

Unlike their mother, the goats are in different shades of color. One is in color of the honey, and other is golden while their sibling is dark as the night. Liam has weird names for them which I manage to forget all the time. I’m sure the honey colored one stole my term of endearing though, Honey.

“Come on, Honey” I was right, it’s called Honey then. “Open your mouth, don’t make me force you”

I chuckle to myself, leaning on to the door frame and watching the amusing and endearing sight.