Chapter 4•Zarah Marie

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Miya•

Zarah Marie Malik

It was perfect.
I smiled down at our baby girl, With a smile her lips pouted, nose twitching & eyes having yet to open. I can't believe this....

I'm a mother, and I plan on being the best mother I can be. "She's an angel." My mom smiled down at the pure hearted newly born life I held to my chest, "Thank you, Momma." I said softly.

"Huh, she's lucky. She gets a fresh start...So pure and free of sin, Something I wish I had." "You had it before as well, Ma....We all did." Her hazel eyes met mine and her lips formed a bright smile showing her bright and white teeth.

"That we did."

"My love." I heard from the door way, Zayn stood there with a banquet of white roses in his hand....My favorite.

"Yes darling?" I smiled my eyes meeting his, butterflies erupting in my stomach. "You get discharged in an hour, I brought you clothes." I smiled my trying to slowly catch the breath I lost when I heard his voice a moment ago.

He always takes my breath away. Just as he did when we first met.

"In glad I married you." I blurted out without meaning to. Zayn smiled his eyes brightening and his cheeks blushing.

"You don't know how much it means to me when you say that Miya. I'm glad I married you too."

I waved him over to me and wrapped my free arm around his neck and brought his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and moaned out forgetting my mother was sat right next to me.

Zayn pulled away and rested his face in my neck kissing it softly before pulling away completely. He winked before looking at my mother.

Who had her face in her phone screen. Zayn then took advantage of her not paying attention and squeezed my boob. I bit my lip and sighed.

I miss him touching me that way. It always felt so good. Zayn leaned down to whisper in my  ear, "I'm gonna fuck you when we get home." My breath hitches and my eyes went wide.

Hell yes.

I looked back at him and winked as my way of saying yes. I was growing so wet and I couldn't wait I needed him now....

"Mrs. Malik! I have your discharge papers here."

***

I stood in Zarah's room with her in my arms rocking her small frame to sleep. When I heard the little snored coming from her lips I placed her down and walked out her room and down the hallway only to be pulled into the master bedroom forcefully and thrown to the bed.
"Everything. Off." Zayn demand I did as told and stripped myself of my clothing, Zayn roughly grabbed a handful of my ass and then slapped it.

"Bend over." He demanded

And I did

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