Beginning. // z.m. au [discontinued]

Chapter 13

Ain't No Mountain High Enough | Marvin Gaye

The air surrounding Zayn and I was the complete opposite of the way it looked and felt outside today. The sun was sitting up at its highest peak and the temperature was fairly warm, which was particularly nice especially for a place like London. But it was the springtime, getting closer to the summer season that was only just around the corner it seemed.

Zayn and I walked alongside each other, deciding to take our dogs out for a much needed walk. There was sparse conversation out, and the feeling between is was a little tense and dull in comparison to the happy weather we were gratefully getting. I had to admit, though, the reason for that was mostly my fault. I'd been a bit distant from Zayn these last couple of days because I was still skeptical about the whole ring situation. I felt pretty terrible about how cold I was being, and I knew at this point I couldn't get away with using the pregnancy, hormones excuse anymore. It was all on me now and I was completely aware of that fact.

I wasn't just going to shake off how I felt, though. I knew Zayn was keeping something from me, and what that was, I couldn't be too sure, but there was definitely something I was missing out on. If he wasn't going to tell me, I wasn't sure how else to get it out of him other than acting the way that I was.

Zayn started to slow down walking, eventually coming to a stop once we reached the park close by where we lived. He bent down to unhook the leashes attached to the dogs collars before he stood upright again and watched them run off nearby. "You alright?" He looked up at me with a simple smile that still had my heart melting after all these years. I think it was safe to say by now that that was never going to change. It was far too late.

"Yeah," I nodded. I was feeling a lot better than I had been before, but my emotions were always so flip floppy these days so there was no telling how I'd feel tomorrow. "Can't see my feet, though."

The sound of Zayn's perky laughter had my lips curbing upwards involuntarily but that was bound to happen, really. "Aw, babe," his eyes creased at the sides from his wide grin. There was a kiss placed upon my temple and a warm hand cusped around my hip and suddenly I'd lost all reason as to why I'd been so irritated with him to begin with. Damn. "S'okay, they look pretty nice from up here."

"Such a twit," I rolled my eyes, playfully swatting at his chest. I then took his hand in mine and led him to sit down in a bench nearby because all this talk about feet was really starting to make mine hurt. Perks of being so pregnant. "Stop trying to sweet talk me."

"'M not, promise." He insisted softly while we took a seat. "I have been thinking, though. We should save a day to have all to ourselves."

"What do you mean? We always have time to ourselves."

"Yeah, but I mean, like, a special day. Like a date night or something. We haven't had one of those in a while."

And now that I thought about it, Zayn was right. I mean, we did practically everything together, we spent time with each other everyday, but I had to agree that it would be nice to have just one proper night to ourselves. "We haven't," I agreed, moving in closer until I was somewhat leaning against Zayn's body. He was always so nice and warm and cozy and—wait. "I know what you're doing."

I pulled away from his frame, glaring at him through squinted eyes. If looks could kill...

"What are you talking about?" He scowled in defense.

"I know what you're doing. You're just trying to distract me so I can forget about the whole ring thing. I haven't forgotten you know."