What's Two More

Chapter 9- Family

Zayn P.O.V: Da'Cia and I left after we ate. "Ready to meet my family?" I asks. She looked scared but said "Yes." I nod and take her hand as we walk up the door steps to my house. Surprisingly no fans are near. I'm glad. I knock and my mom answers the door. She smiles as I introduce her and Da'Cia to each other. My mum led us into the family room. Da'Cia was nervous so I squeezed her hand in reassurance. I quickly told my sisters hi. "This is Da'Cia. And Da'Cia this is my mum Patricia . This is my older sister Doniya. And these two are Waliyha and Safaa." I say. Doniya tells Da'Cia to sit while my mum goes and gets us some drinks.
Da'Cia P.O.V: "So Da'Cia how far along are you." Doniya asked. "I'm 17 weeks." I says. She nods. Soon we are all talking and stuff when Zayn tells his mom that I'm going on tour with them. She's very surprised. "Is it ok for the babies?" Patricia asks. "It will be."I promise her. It's about eight when we leave everyone hugs me and touches my stomach. "They like you." Zayn says as we walk. I smile happily. He didn't know it but I really wanted them to. My family hated me I couldn't handle his hating my to.
Zayn leads me into a park. We walk to a bench and sit. It's dark but the moon and stars are shining bright. "It's chilly out so Zayn wraps his arm around me. "It's going to be hard." I say. He nods. "I know." He replies. After a second he says "But they'll be worth it." I smile. "You should've told me sooner." Zayn says. I sigh. "I know." I say. He doesn't say anything. "I should have but, I didn't." I tell him. He nods. We sit in silence for 5 minutes. Out of no where he places a hand on my belly. I don't say anything neither does he.
A few minutes pass by when he looks over and smiles at me. He turns and looks at my growing belly and starts singing.

You were just a Small Bump unborn, in Four months you're brought to life,

You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your Mother's eyes,

I'll hold your body in my hands be as gentle as I can, but for now you're scan of my unmade plans,

Small bump four months you are brought to life

And I'll whisper quietly, I'll give you nothing but truth,If you're not inside me, 

I'll put my future in you

You are my one, and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight

.You are my one, and only.You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

And you'll be alright. 

You're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin.

With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin.

Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice.

And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide a small bump, in four months you'll open your eyes. And I'll hold you tightly, and tell you nothing but truth,

If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you

You are my one, and only.

And you can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

You are my one, and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

And you'll be alright.

Cause you are my one, and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

You are my one, and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight

.And you'll be alright.

'Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.

'Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why.

As he finishes singing the babies start kicking. I gasp in surprise. I put my hand by his. "They've never kicked before."I say a few tears running down my face. He smiles happily to. "They like your singing..like I do." I say. "I'm glad. I'll sing to them as much as they want." he says.