Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

2: Just A Dream

Zayn's POV

As soon as I turn around, I didn't recognize the person in front of me, the one who called me, the one who I deeply loved.

It was her.

The one who my heart beated for.

Faith stared back at me with her arms crossed over her chest. Her red robe covering her body. The body I've made love to time and time again.

She looked different. Older. Her hair was still the dark brown it was but this time it was longer, going all the way to her hips. She must've grown an inch or two taller, maybe even more because she wasn't this tall before.

And her face.

Her dark brown eyes captivated me immediately, I could drown in the deep chocolate pools. Her face looked stretched out, all the baby fat gone. It was as if she was an adult now, which she was. And she looked ten times more beautiful.

"Are you going to answer?" Her voice rang, taking me away from discovering every new detail of her.

"I.." I tried to say, but failed.

She sighed before unfolding her arms and placing them by her side. Her face then changed from stern to surprised.

"You're back."

I grinned, happy that I was back. "I am, I've missed you so much."

I was about to hug her until she held a hand up before I took one more step into her arms.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, silently, looking up at me.

Man, was I more than happy to see her. My Faith.

"What do you mean why am I here?" I grinned. "I'm here to see you, my wife."

As soon as my hand reached for hers, she backed away.

"This was a bad idea, Zayn." She spoke alarmed. What's with her? Isn't she happy to see me as I am to see her?

"Why? What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "I, he.. It's complicated." She sighed.

"Who? Him?" I gestured to the bedroom where I heard cries from a few minutes ago.

"Yes."

I nodded, still unsure on why she wanted me to leave. All this time of her begging me not to leave her and now that I'm back, she wants me to go away? How could she think that I can leave her again? I berly survived this time.

"He's yours, Zayn."

I turned my head back to her in less than a second. "What?"

She gulped before speaking again. She was nervous? "Him, the little boy you saw with me a few minutes ago. Alex, he's your son."

A grin erupted on my face as soon as she spoke those life changing words. I was a dad. I, Zayn Malik, was a father.

Never did I think about having children when I was younger, but things changed when I met Faith.

Everything's changed.

"He is?" I still couldn't believe it.

She nodded, her expression blank. I wondered what was going on in her mind. Was she happy to tell me these lovely news? Was she aching to tell me?

"You can't see him, Zayn." She said as I was about to walk into my son's room.

My son.

"Why not?" I spoke coldly. He was my son, I needed to see him.