Love me harder. *Zarry-mpreg*

8.

"No." Zayn pouted.

Post sex bliss had them eating ice cream in bed.

"Come on, baby. One more." Harry chuckled feeding him rum and raisin ice cream.

Zayn opened his mouth and let the cold snack melt in his mouth, before spitting the raisins in his hand.

"Really?" Harry chuckled.

"I hate raisins." Zayn said giving them to him, Harry ate them off his hand.

"One more?"

Zayn yawned hugging a pillow. "I'm tired, Harry."

"Me too actually. But I'm going to finish eating this because I love me some raisins." Harry smiled.

"You do love some raisins you weird man that gave me a weird child." Zayn said chuckling. "Why did I even marry you?  What was I thinking?"

"I've been asking myself that a lot today." Harry placed the bowl on the nightstand then slipped under the covers lying next to him. He pulled Zayn on top of him, smiling as his husband kissed him on the neck before snuggling closer to him.

Zayn had to be most tactile, clingy person he knows. Clingy in a good way. Zayn loved skin to skin.

"Listen." Harry said kissing to top of Zayn's head. "I love you."

Zayn hummed. He knew that was how Harry start a real conversation, so he snuggled closer and listened.

"I sound like a broken record I know but I'm sorry for stepping out of our marriage and having conversations I should've been having with you with a stranger. And what happened next with him not leaving me alone is karma. My actions could have put you and the kids in danger because I got involved with someone who is crazy. I would sit at work worried he might come to the house not just because he would be here to tell you what I did, I was afraid he would hurt you physically. Which is why I changed the locks in the house by the way, sorry about that but I became paranoid." Harry sighed kissing Zayn's hair.

"I wanted to tell you what I'd done. I was so afraid of you leaving me. Just the thought made me realise how stupid I have been. I wasn't looking at the real picture but at parts of it. Parts at the time I felt annoyed me. If only I had just taken time to appreciate the picture, I would've realised everything about it I love. It's like, if you're looking at a painting on the wall and you realise it's crooked. What do you do?"

"Well if it's in my house I'd adjust the frame." Zayn replied.

"Exactly." Harry agreed. "You won't it throw away because it's crooked you adjust the frame so it's back to its perfect spot. So why couldn't I do that? Adjust to our life as it is. You've read the texts and seen what I wrote about you, out of pure shame I am not going to repeat them even for this conversation. What is clear to me though is, I was the one not putting the effort. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Zayn wrapped his arms tighter around Harry.

"I choose to forgive you, Harry. It is a decision I have made and will come to peace with it and not look back. In lieu with moving forward, I do not need to see your phone to check who you're texting, I choose to trust you won't cheat on me again. You mentioned I don't have time for you, perhaps you should make an effort to spend time with us."

"I promise to make time." Harry heaved a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. "As a matter fact I took a week off. And tell you what I need you to teach me how you keep your cool that is a skill I need. I was way over my head this morning I thought I was going to lose it. Joey peed on me but oh no he wasn't done, he spat puréed carrot all over my face, and Rhia, girls her age wear their hair anyhow why hers have to be in a perfect symmetrically braided ponytail that sits evenly between shoulders, and don't you get started on Sherman. He is a dog, a puppy at that does he have to be in a room alone to do a shit? Baby, I'm in public relations handling stress is my forte but fuck I couldn't handle that. How do you manage to get out of the door in the morning in one piece? That I need to know."