Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29;

"Did Eleanor have her babies yet?" Zayn asks me.

"No, but they're saying something about inducing her. Or she's getting a c-section."

I shake my head no as he drys his hair. It's quiet and I really like it. I slip my shoes on while he zips up the last bag and sighs. I can tell this stuff is really stressing him out. We're about to have our third child in less than three months and he's told me repeatedly that he didn't want to add a newborn to the mix but she's already conceived. It's too late. Then to add on to the stress all of our kids are under 3 years old so it's like a daycare everyday.

"We just have to wait for the doctor right?" He hands me my coat and I nod.

He yawns and closes his eyes as he stands in place. I think he might be asleep standing up. He tilts his head back, hands hanging onto the strings of his hoodie with his Adam's apple prominent.

"All ready to go?"

His head snaps to the door.

"Yep." I say standing, failing to zip up my coat.

Why did I even try?

"Alright, well, if you can just sign this."

I read it over before signing it.

"Here you go." I hand it back to her.

"Thank you, and get well. I'll be seeing you soon shortly." She giggles. "They're switching me over to the birthing suites." She explains.

"Oh well, then I'll be requesting you."

"Please," she says. "Have a great day."

"You too, thank you."

Zayn grabs ahold of my hand and walks me out to the elevators.

"Do you wanna grab a bite before we go in?" Zayns asks, distracted.

"Yes please." I answer then tilt my head at him "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing why." He leans against the elevator walls and pull his hood on while wearing a pout.

"You're extremely quiet."

"Just tired." He mumbles and yawns again.

"Why? You've been tired a lot lately-"

His phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello? Yeah...I'm getting it done today. You have my word....my wife has been in the hospital," he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Sure....tell Tyshawn to have the folder on my desk in the morning. Alright....bye."

The elevator dings and he picks up the bags and holds my hand again.

"There's a lot of paps outside so I parked in the back."

We travel a different way. When we get to the car, Zayn opens my door for me. I thought he was driving in his new car and that frightened me a little. The car just goes too fast. I turn to the back and usually my boys are back there in their car seats but all I see are empty car seats and a bunch of toys, old crackers, empty and crushed juice boxes, and two blankets. When Zayn gets in he starts the car and buckles his seatbelt still with that stressed look.

"Where's your car? How come you didn't drive it?"

He shrugs with that little resting pout face.

"You don't like it."

"So?" I stretch.

"Gave it to Jawaad." He answers.

"Why though? Just because I don't like it doesn't mean-"