Secrecy (Sequel to Zayn Malik Imagine '8 Months')

Okay :) So here we have it! Many of you have asked for a sequel to my previous long imagine written for @JasleenMalik19 ... so here is it :) Jasleen and myself have been working on it together (she came up with ideas and I put those ideas into words) SO ... I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! xox

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Secrecy

"This is your home, Mason," You whisper to your little baby boy who is sound asleep in your arms. You follow slowly behind Zayn as you walk up to the door of his apartment. You hear the quiet click of the lock and you shuffle into your old apartment. The last time you were in there was when you were in labour, and before that, well who knows how long. You walked over to the couch and gently slid into it, being careful not to wake your son. You look down at the little black hairs on his head and his tiny nose and you couldn't believe that this tiny little human being was your son. It was all so surreal. "Babe," Zayn whispers from behind you. You find it impossible to tear your eyes away from Mason, so Zayn comes to you, "Would you like to put him in his crib?" You finally look up at him, "He doesn't have a crib, Zayn," You say. "Are you sure about that?" He asks. You watch as he walks towards the second bedroom in the apartment and slowly opens the door. Your jaw drops as you see a fully furnished baby boy room. You free one of your hands from under Mason and reach up to cover your mouth. "How? When?" You stumble across your words, unable to formulate a full sentence. He shines you a half smile, "I wanted to be prepared," he says. You slowly get to your feet, keeping Mason close to your body. "I told you he needs his father, I never even thought about all of this," you say, seeing a changing table, play pen, high chair, and crib, everything you need. Zayn comes close to you and gently takes Mason from your arms. You watch breathlessly as he walks over to the crib and gently places Mason down. You walk up to him as he stays there, leaning over the crib and staring at his son. "He's perfect," Zayn says, reaching down and gently touching one of Mason's tiny fingers. "He is," you say as Zayn puts a gentle arm around you, pulling you into him. "We're a family now," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. You both just stand there for a while, starring at your creation and miracle. You never thought that you could love something so small in so little time, yet here you were, both of you, marveling over your month old baby. One month, imagine the rest of your life. Imagine the love you will generate for this child. You both stand there vowing to never let anything hurt him.

Your sleep schedule now revolves around Mason. You slept whenever he slept and were awake for him when he needs you. You are lucky when you get to see Zayn. With him now in and out of the studio, and you taking care of Mason, you almost never ran into each other. You barely even slept in the same bed anymore. Whenever Mason would wake up crying in the middle of the night, Zayn would always try and get up to take care of him, but you always told him to go back to sleep, knowing he has days just as long and energy consuming as yours. "Go back to bed," you would say, "I'll take care of him." "Love, it's fine, you always get up," he says in that deep sleepy voice you love so much. "Zayn, go back to bed," you say sternly and he doesn't have any other choice but to. You would walk towards Mason’s room feeling cold and tired and even as you opened the door, you yourself just wanted to be held. However you walked over to Mason's crib and picked up his tiny little body. You held him close to your chest and swayed back and forth, immediately calming him. The sound of your heart beat was something he loved the most. After a few minutes, his breathing was in sync with yours and his dark eyes were closed again. He was sound asleep. You look down at him and smile. Even though you are sleep deprived you couldn't help but think everything was perfect. You no longer came first and neither did Zayn, Mason was everything to the both of you now, he was going to rely on you for everything, but nothing made you happier.