Sometimes It Happens ( In the process of being edited)

Part 37: Trying Things On My Own

Adriana's P.O V.

I wake up, actually feeling pretty good today. I walk into the kitchen and see Zayn standing there looking at a paper with a grin. He must be in a good mood too!

I walk over to the cupboard and grab a glass out and set it on the counter.

As I walk to the fridge, I speak to Zayn. "Morning, babe." I greet, with a smile.

Zayn looks away from his paper and gives me a dirty look.

"I told you, you can only speak to me when you or the baby need something." He sternly reminds, making my smile fade.

"Nooo, you said to tell to you when the baby and I need something." I corrected. "What's wrong? Why are you giving me attitude?"

He grabs his glass that had a dark beverage in it and walks down the hall. Hmmmm, we don't have anything dark to drink! We have milk, orange juice, and strawberry crush. White, orange, and pink. But, nothing dark brown.

I walk up to Zayn and grab his shoulder to turn him around.

"What are you drinking?!" I worriedly ask. When he drinks he gets in this bad kind of mood that he's in now. So, I need to know if he's drinking or not.

"Get your hands off of me!" Zayn yells, making my mouth drop, leaving it ajar.

"Zayn, are you mad at me because of the baby ordeal we had last night?" I asked, concerned.

Zayn backed away from me and took a sip of his drink. He must be drinking because he never acts like this.. especially since I'm pregnant and he doesn't want me stressed.

"You see, you don't want me," He stops to take a sip. "To take care or help you with that baby. I offered you so many times! I was willing to give you everything I have for a baby that's not even mine! I mean come on, Adriana, how can you turn down my love and assistance?" Zayn had tears building up in his eyes, including me as well.

"I'm trying to do things on my own! A mother does not get things handed to her. She has to work for it! If I were to count on somebody to do everything for me and they bailed or quit on me, then what? What am I going to do then? Find somebody else who will just do the same thing?" I spat.

Zayn shook his head. "I wouldn't have done that to you, Adriana! I would've stayed here with you until the very end!"

"Zayn, all I want from you is love. That's all that I need from you!" I promised.

Zayn shook his head again. "Love isn't enough in this situation." He warned, before walking away.

I follow behind him as he enters his room but, he slams the door in my face and then locks it.

I sigh then cradle my baby.

I walk down the hall and into the kitchen and grab the car keys before heading outside to the car.

I get in and drive down to the store to get some papers that tell you some houses that are for rent or sell.

I turn on the radio and I hear a song that I haven't heard before.  

It goes like:

Treasure, that is what you are. Honey, you're my golden star.

Wow, I wish Zayn told me that once and a while. He doesn't show me love anymore and it's making me think that this relationship between us is over.

Yes, I've been rude lately but, that doesn't mean he has to walk away from our love.

You know what? I'm going to buy or at least rent this house for us and the baby. If he decides not to come live with us and be a family then, I'll know he wants us to be done.