Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39;

-Arielle's POV-

I park in the driveway, getting out of the car. I'm coming from a full speech from Tricia. She told me a lot and put some stuff into perspective for me with Zayn. Some stuff I already knew though. Cautiously I open the door, not expecting what I'm about to get myself into. I didn't actually go grocery shopping with Eleanor, I went to Tricia's. Leaving Zayn to take care of the kids purposely forces him to hold Suriaya and get to know her more and bond. I don't know why he wouldn't hold her. When I peek in, I see Zayn sitting on the couch, sleeping with Suraiya in his arms. Oh thank God. Please say they bonded. First, I brought the boys upstairs before waking Zayn up.

"Zayn..." I whisper, rocking him when I'm back downstairs. "Wake up, babe."

"Huh..." He frowns. "I'm up. Suraiya is fine the boys are fine."

I chuckle.

"I know, let's get to bed." I tried to take the baby from him but he shakes his head no.

Okay, Zayn. I see you. I stand at the door of the nursery while he puts her in her bed. I hold his hand, walking into our room and I think he's fully awake now. I'll talk to him about the whole not really doing to the grocery store thing in the morning.

"So, how was it?"

"Good." He pulls on my hands so I'm standing between his legs as he sits on the bed. "I'm so stressed out to tell you the truth. I just don't know how to tell you these things."

"Tell me now then," I push.

"Don't feel like it." He mumbles.

I bite my lip and lean down to kiss him. He smirks as I break it apart.

"You really are lovely." He tells me. "I'm happy we're married."

"Me too."

And he gives me a look full of lust and it's them that I know what I'm in for.

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It's nearing 3 o'clock in the morning. We lay face to face, naked, smiling at each other, basking in our post-coital bliss. He moves closer to me, intimately kissing my shoulder. I moan lightly, ran out and tired from what we just did.

"Mmmm," I say, closing my eyes as his hands travel down between us underneath the sheets. "No, please." I pant with a chuckle. "I don't think I can take another orgasm."

I hold his hand and he laughs at this.

"Wore you out, yeah." He grins.

I nod, closing my eyes and giving out a sigh and rolling over to stare at the wall.

"Do you need a drink of water?" He rubs my shoulder.

"No, thank you."

God, I feel good. I feel so good.

"You're still really good at this." I say.

"At what?"

I blush. "At....what we just did."

"Ohh, really." He raises his eyebrows with a cocky smirk.