Forbidden Love

Pregnancy Yoga: Part 1

(Tiana's POV)

"Babe."

I groan and fan the noise away.

"Tiana."

I turn the other way and try to fall back asleep.

"Wake up, love."

I sigh, then look up to see Zayn smiling widely at me.

"YOUR UP!!!" He yells, making me laugh.

"That's because you WOKE me up." I say and he kisses my nose.

"Sorry I just couldn't wait anymore." He says as I get out of bed.

"It's fine. I gotta take a shower anyways. Be right back." I wink at him, grab the stuff, then make my way to the bathroom.

I turn the shower on, and strip down. Then I make my way towards the mirror, and turn to the side.

I'm amazed by the size of the twins, and it's only been almost three months.

A smile spreads across my face, but it quickly disappears when I remember I have to give them up.

Anger and depression fills my body. I thought about cutting, and how the sharp, smooth blades could always make me feel as though my problems would go away. But I couldn't cut. I had to think of my parents who loves me, and Zayn. He'd be hurt as well If i cut. And even though I have to give them up, ill still be a mother.

So I have to stay strong.

By now I'm sobbing violently, so I wipe my tears, and get into the shower.

The water was warm. And it felt as though I was washing all the pain and stress away.

When I'm finished, I get out and redress my self. I leave my hair wet to air dry, and I make my way back to the guest room.

I notice Zayn isn't in there, so I head downstairs to the living room.

My mum is in the kitchen making breakfast, while Zayn and my dad are talking about a football game.

I head to the kitchen to see my mum humming while she cooks.

"Hey mum." I say and she stops and looks towards me.

"Hello Tiana. Sleep well?" She asks and I nod.

"Mum, do you have a second? I need to talk to you." I ask and play with my thumbs nervously.

"Yes of coarse. COME ON BOYS FOODS READY!!!" She calls out and my dad and Zayn enter the kitchen excited to eat.

As my dad heads to the table, Zayn makes his way towards me. He grabs my waist and crashes his lips onto mine.

He pulls me closer as I place my hands behind his neck, intensifying the kiss.

We pull away after hearing my dad clear his throat.

I wipe the corner of my lips. "Sorry." I mumble, still in a daze caused by Zayn's lips.

He smirks at me before heading to the table and sitting next to my dad. They begin to talk about the game again, as they both dig in to their breakfasts.

I turn to my mum, who has a interested look on her face.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, nothing. Now what is it you wanted to talk about?" She asks.

I sighed then pulled her towards the living room.

"What is it?" She asks again.

"I felt like cutting a while ago." I say and put my head down.