princess diaries

eight

"baba? how long is mamma gonna be on the road?" belle whispers to her father. she was always careful not to wake her younger siblings.

zayn smiles at her lovingly. he kisses the top of her head softly. "he'll be on tour for a while, baby. why do you ask? getting bored? you know mamma and i told you whenever you wanna go home you can. it'll just be you, me, and you sisters for a while though, baby."

belle shakes her head. "not bored, baba. just wondering. is mamma gonna be okay?"

zayn frowns. "yeah, why?"

"cause he's having a baby again, baba."

zayn smiles once more. for an eight year old she was really smart. she picked up on things quickly. but with that she was just as worried as him.

"oh, baby, he's gonna be just fine, yeah? baba made him promise that if he's too stressed he needs to take time off and relax. not gonna let anything happen to mamma, yeah?"

belle nods her head im agreement.

"good! you should get some sleep though, ladybug. don't want you thinking too much. let the grown ups worry about that, yeah?"

"okay, baba. shab bakhair."

"goodnight, sweetheart." zayn tucks her in with her siblings. she slowly drifts off to sleep.

zayn decided now was a good time to finish up a few songs he's been writing for his next album. he opens up his journal and flips to a random page. he reads through it, concentrating before jotting down a few thoughts and notes.

after about an hour he hears the door to the hotel room open. he smiles as harry comes into view.

harry was already showing. if you looked in the right angle. for others it was hard to tell. zayn just knows harry's body like the back of his hand. with going through this with harry four times over, he knew what harry's pregnant tummy looks like.

"how was the show, love?"

"exhausting! with the extra weight ive put on it's harder and harder for me to get through shows. i hate to do this but i think i wanna postpone the tour. not cancel completely but wait until our babies are born. i just—i know how the fans have been looking forward to this and i know a lot of them have payed for flights and hotels. it just sucks."

zayn frowns as harry plops down on their shared hotel bed. zayn rubs harry's back gently. "baby, the fans will understand. we gotta think about you, elsa and rapunzel, yeah? you three are more important."

harry starts tearing up. "oh, baby. don't cry."

"i hate this, zayn! the fans have to go through so much and now they'll have to handle trying to be reimbursed. i just—fuck, i screwed things up."

"no, baby, no! you're absolutely perfect. you're just growing two human beings, yeah? you got this, babe. i promise."

harry wipes his tears as he leans into his husband. "you're the perfect husband. you know that?"

zayn chuckles. "you're the perfect wife!"

harry kisses zayn passionately. "gonna take a shower. i smell! wanna join?" harry bites his bottom lip suggestively.

"hmm, thought you said no funny business when the kids are around, yeah?" zayn smirks as he kisses his cheek.

"this hotel is huge! the bathroom is on the other side. we can be quiet. need you." harry whines.

"whatever you want, baby boy." harry gets up and grabs his husband hand as they walk towards the bathroom.