Walk Of Shame (On hold)

Part 15

I woke up to not so quiet whispers in the room. it was zayn and rya. They were sitting on the ottoman at the foot of the bed having an entire conversation like they could understand each other. it made me smile. I like this new normal.

'goodmorning' i said gaining their attention.

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"I'm going to get my car and my remaining stuff from the other house. It's been a week-

Zayn shook his head; no

"You're not going anywhere alone when there's a mad man gunning for you and my baby. I'll be in the restaurant for only about an hour today, then I'll come back and we'll go get your stuff"

Layla rolled her eyes.
"He's not going to steal us off the streets you know and I'm perfectly capable of-"

He moved closer and grabbed Layla, pulling her to him, effectively cutting off her rambling as butterflies came alive in her belly.
"No, I don't know anything. So I'm not taking any chances. I know you had to do everything yourself in the past but you have me now, to protect and to provide and to make up for all the times you were forced to be independent."  Zayn said with careful adoration dancing in his eyes. Layla had to sniff deeply to hold back her tears. Is this a dream? Am I about to be pulled out of it rudely by an iPhone alarm?

"Thank you Zayn"

"I think you mean thank you 'babe' or 'honey' or 'my love'"
Layla laughed.

"If I ever call you honey, please know that I am in distress. Such an ugly term of endearment. And I don't remember ever saying I love you" Layla says.
Zayn nodded playfully.

"I accept the challenge. You're going to be saying so many 'I love yous' so soon you won't know what hit you" he said and Layla rolled her eyes.

"The day Rya rolls her eyes at you, remember she learnt it from you and it's all your fault" he says. Layla looked down at the baby that was now in her bouncer, clapping happily. Layla chuckled quietly.

"So what do you suggest I do when you're away?"

"Whatever you feel like, it's your house. You can raid my closet" Layla smiled so wide it almost turned scary.

"You are a very wise man Zayn Abdurraheem" he laughed then kissed both Layla and Rya  before finally heading out the door.

Layla served Rya her breakfast, she was seated on her feeding mat on the kitchen floor because Layla was scared the baby was going stain Zayn's 700 dollar Persian rug in the dining room with her wonky cutlery skills. She made a mental note to get the baby a feeding chair as soon as Zayn returned home. She plated her own pancakes and sat next to the baby. The door bell went of, causing Layla to frown subconsciously.

'Has it been an hour already? Did it take me an hours to make pancakes?' She wondered out loud. Looking up at the kitchen clock, It was 8:25, meaning Zayn has been gone roughly 30 minutes. 'Who is at the door then?'
Layla's heart jumped momentarily. What if it is Ahmad? "No that's not possible" She mouthed to herself quietly praying to God she was right.

Layla got to the door and looked at the little monitor that was connected to the camera outside the door. It was a woman, holding food packs?