Beginning. // z.m. au [discontinued]

Chapter 8

Adventure Of A Lifetime | Coldplay

"Girl! I knew it!"

Even though the phone Zayn held in his palm, his fingers loosely curled around the device, was put on speaker, letting the conversation we were currently having roam freely throughout the atmosphere, I still had to back away a bit from the loud voice erupting from the tiny holes at the bottom phone. But I couldn't help the huge smile that took over my face, so wide my cheeks were beginning to sting a little, and it didn't matter that I could barely feel my face at the moment; I was happy—we were happy—and that was all that seemed to matter in the world right now. Nothing else at all.

There Zayn and I sat in the parking lot of the doctor's office, his mum and sisters all on the other line, because we just couldn't wait to get the news out. As soon as Zayn got the door to the driver's side closed, it seemed as though his fingers had been itching so eagerly to dial that number, to call everyone up in that very moment like the whole world depended on him doing just that. And it kind of felt like it was—felt like the entire universe was revolving around us and only us, like everyone on the planet had been waiting for our exciting news.

There was lots of cheering on the other line; cheering and squealing and bubbly 'I told you so's' and I was so full of delight, of love and sweetness and full on joy, that it felt like my heart was going to explode. Like it was going to get up like it owned a pair of legs and leap right from the center of my chest and into the cusps of my hands.

Of course Safaa seemed to be the happiest (next to Zayn and I of course) out of everyone seeing as she swore on her entire existence that she'd known all along, that if it weren't for her we wouldn't have been having a baby girl in the first place. Which was true to some extent—she had been right about it all along. She was no psychic like she adamantly claimed to be, though.

And now that I thought about it, now that everything had finally sunk in and settled down like it'd found a home inside of me, nothing felt real. And just thinking about how pretty soon Zayn and I would be holding a little girl of our own was enough to bring those overwhelming thoughts back to mind again. Was enough to get my eyes watering and my chest feeling heavy and full of adoration, and dammit. I promised myself I wasn't going to cry again. Maybe I could just blame it on the hormones.

"Congratulations," Trisha exclaimed through the phone. "We're all so happy for you."

That was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back, really. If I'd been able to hide my watery eyes before, it was definitely too late for that now. I knew that I could be a fairly sensitive person sometimes, but maybe my hormones really were heightening my emotions. Maybe.

Zayn turned his head to look at me when I sniffled a bit, sending me a sheepish smile before reaching over the middle console and setting his hand to rest against my thigh. "Aw, babe," he cooed around a chuckle and raising his hand to wipe away a stray tear that fell from the corner of my eye. "Mum, you're makin' Jan cry."

I shook my head, letting out a short laugh, feeling just a tiny bit pathetic but for the most part I didn't have a single care in the world. Because this was a happy moment for us, a fantastic one at that, and it was definitely a moment to be celebrated. There was room for giggles and wide, bright smiles that hurt too much, and of course there was room for a few happy tears as well. Happy tears were good tears.

"Send a picture!" I could hear one of Zayn's siblings calling out in the background, and I wasn't sure which one had said it but my bet was on Waliyha. She could be a bit cheeky at times.