Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 45

Chapter 45;

I wake up to Suraiya screaming and laughing.

"Daddy doesn't like it when you splash him Raiye, why do you keep doing that, huh?"

She squeals again then I hear a complain coming from Noah. Leaning against the door frame to the bathroom, I watch them.

"Oh look, say good morning mommy." He saysvto her as she lays in the baby bathtub. "I'm gonna tell mommy that you were being bad, Suraiya." He states and she gives him the evil eye.

He looks like he cowers away from her stare.

"Alright, I won't."

Then she smiles at him, sweetly.

"Oh aren't you the cutest." He pinches her cheeks. "You look just like mommy."

"No she looks just like you." I chuckle nervously.

I had a dream last night. I had a dream that Zayn hit me again, so honestly it was more of a nightmare.

"You think so?" He winces.

I nod and smile at him. He stands, getting Suraiya out the bath but my nerves are shocked from my dream so I flinch at his movements.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I try to smile to distract him. "Want breakfast? Where's Joel?" I walk out the bathroom to get Joel.

"Arielle!" He calls over and later I see him carrying Suraiya who's in a white towel with a hood walking towards me. "What's the matter?"

"N-nothing, really Zayn please." My voice breaks.

I don't want to talk about it.

"Did I do something?"

"No, did you want me to make you breakfast, Zayn? What would you like?"

He's quiet, just looking at me with concern.

"Same thing as always." He finally answers after a few silent seconds.

After I grab Joel, I go in the kitchen and start making breakfast.

"Deddy!" I hear Joel gasp and I turn around and see Zayn coming down the steps with Noah and Suraiya.

"Morning, bud." He sets Suraiya in her baby swing. "Babe, what's up. What's the problem."

"There isn't one." I tell him with a dismissing chuckle. "What are you getting up to today?" I ask as I stir the eggs in the pan.

"I don't know, probably just going to the studio."

I have a bad feeling about that for some reason.

"Can't you just hang out with us today?" I shyly ask.

It'll prevent him from being brainwashed by those guys. Plus, he won't smoke weed or drink when the kids are around. Those things puts him in rage.

"I have tons of stuff to do." He tells me.

"That's....okay. I guess." I shrug. "Can you promise me something though?"