Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41;

I sit uncomfortably on the couch while Zayn is on the other side of the room, putting Noah and Joel on a little napping mat.

"Clever, huh." Zayn stands in front of me, nodding his chin over where he came from. "I remember how they always used to pass out in the play area at the old house, so I just got those things for them to nap on whenever they feel sleepy."

Suraiya's squeals in my arms, looking and smiling at Zayn.

"It's fucking nuts, right Raiye." He goes to pick her up. "Daddy's a genius, no? Yes? I think so too." He kisses her cheek and starts tickling her, but she looks exhausted.

"Try going to sleep so mommy and daddy can have a very long hug. Okay."

I roll my eyes.

"What?" He asks. "I'm making up for lost time."

I have to scoff at that.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"Nothing." I laugh. "It just means..." And I scoff again, purposely.

"Keep it up, Arielle." He smirks, biting his lip and looking me up and down.

"You need to stop." I chuckle. "Give me my daughter."

"No, we're having bonding time, right Suraiya. We love chilling."

She squeals again, tiredly, flailing her arms in the air.

"I love her. Like a lot." He confesses, running his forefinger over her soft cheek. "I'm happy with her and regret everything I was saying when I found out you were pregnant. Forgetting that you were having my child-this little human being- I was wrong. Dead wrong."

"Aww, you're getting soft on me," I nudge his cheek with my knuckle.

"No, quite the opposite actually." He looks down, slightly and I slap his arm.

"Perv," I walk away.

"Oh, would you look at that." He looks down at the baby in his arms. "She went to sleep."

"I'm not having sex with you." I sing song, walking into the kitchen.

"Aw, why? Someone else satisfying you?" He follows me.

No, but I think someone else may be satisfying you.

"No, hah, never. You're the only one." I remind.

"And I love that." He grins. "I'm going to put the baby in her room. Or do you want her down here?"

"Put her on the couch. It's no big deal."

"What about the sex for a week straight pact?" He returns seconds later, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I tilt my head to the side since he rest his chin against my shoulder.

"We were joking," I chuckle.

"I know, but can we take back the joke?" His hands start to roam lower and I panic.