Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 22

I stand in front of the mirror, turning side to side, looking at my gown. It's probably all in my head, but my stomach looks bigger than before. It has a heartbeat.

"You look amazing." Zayn gazes at me.

I look at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"You don't think it's too tight or anything?"

"No it fits you fine."

"You sure?" I ask to confirm.

"Positive." he wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. "Now it's time to show you off."

When I step out of the limo, I'm blinded by flashing lights and people calling zayn's name. I just smile and keep trotting on by and zayn stops and takes a few pictures with me by his side.

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"Last night was amazing and so sweet, Zayn, thank you." I smile into his chest.

He shrugs. "It's no big deal."

"But the slideshow of the boys growing up and the pictures you took of my belly getting bigger I didn't even know." I swoon.

He blushes and shrugs.

"They grew up so fast. I didn't even have it in my mind to think That you were making a movie about your life after One Direction."

"It's not really just my life after One Direction it's mainly how my kids changed me. And my wife of course."

I have to tell him. He seems calm and understanding right now.

"I wonder what the boys are doing right now."

"So do I." I reply, as I say it, a weird queasy feeling runs through me.

"You okay?" He looks down at me.

I nod, and swallow. "Yeah."

"Come on, let's get some more rest then we can explore later on."

He snuggles up to me.

We're finally back home. Don't get me wrong, I love the U.S., but I love being home a little more... okay a lot more. I'm sitting exhausted in the car, waiting for Zayn to bring my babies out. Before he comes out, I give my belly a rub. When will be the right time to tell him? Why is telling him so hard this time if we already have two kids? Oh yeah, because we already have two kids.

What's wrong with him though? What is one more kid going to do. This'll be our last. Before he was rooting for the fucking Brady bunch now he can't stand the thought of another. It's too early in the morning to be thinking about this plus I have to puke. When I see him coming out I beep the horn impatiently indicating he needs to hurry.

"Mommy!" Noah screams and usually I would get a headache but now that I haven't seen him the last few days I'm excited to hear his voice.

"Hi, Noah, did you have fun?" I smile back at him and he nods at me.

Zayn puts Joel in and he's still asleep.

When we get to the house I'm really hungry and irritated and that's a bad mix.

"Zaynnn!" I whine, calling out and he's by my side in seconds with a worried expression and a diaper and wipes in his hand.

"What is it?" He asks out of breath.

"Can you make me something to eat?" I ask.

"What do you want?"

I shrug. "I kind of want like . . . a potato with caramel on top. Do you think you can do that?"