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

Chapter 17

Temple | Kings of Leon
Zayn's POV

As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, which was surprisingly quiet and calm for someone whose water literally just broke moments before, I immediately went into autopilot mode. I didn't think twice before I was jumping out of bed, pretty much ripping the comforter that I slept underneath right off of my body. In the midst of all that, scrambling to get up and get a move on, because hey, babies were actually coming now, I managed to stub my toe on the side of the bed, tripping and almost falling flat on my face while doing so. I heard Jan let out a little snicker from behind me, and normally I would've playfully scolded her for laughing at me, maybe sent a little pout and an adorable frown her way because she was a sucker for shit like that and that look always worked on her, but apparently I was really into this whole autopilot thing. I was pretty good at it if I was being honest.

I felt like I was on the verge of shitting myself, really, my heart felt like it was going to explode with all of the nerves built up inside of me, and there was way too much going on in the pit of my stomach right now for it to be considered normal and for it to go unnoticed. I couldn't ignore the feeling, it was far too prominent for me not think about. Wow.

Holy shit. We were really going to have a baby soon. And if that wasn't a grand enough reason to send all of my emotions spiraling out of control, skyrocketing way out of reach, then I could only wonder what other reason would be. Because this one was pretty big, pretty important, and—and oh shit, this was happening. This was really fucking happening.

Oh God.

I must've been stuck in motion, must've been too lost in my own thoughts to properly function because there Jan was, all bits of complete perfection and everything else that came with it, clearing her throat, calling out my name so softly in question of exactly what the hell I was doing at the moment. Oh yeah, right. It wasn't like her water just broke or anything, right? No way.

"Zayn?" She called out to me, her voice so small and so cute and—right. Yeah, babies and stuff. Okay.

Hospitals and cars and keys—oh yeah, I needed my keys. Couldn't go anywhere without those, right?

"I need t'get the keys," I mumbled mainly to myself but I knew Jan could hear what I was saying from where she stood behind me. I quickly rushed out of our bedroom, heading straight towards the front of the house where my keys were left ready and waiting on top of the counter where I always left them. And once I got a hold of them, I wasted no time jogging back to our room to get my very pregnant wife so that we could finally get going. But hey, what was the rush?

I reached out for her hand, trying to pull her along with me, but for some reason she just wouldn't budge. I frowned—that was weird.

"What's wrong?" I questioned worriedly, and I just wished she wouldn't do that right now. I was already nervous enough as is.

Going by the light chuckle she let out, I could only assume it wasn't that bad, whatever it was she was currently thinking about. I could relax. Except I really couldn't because my stomach was still twisting itself into a million knots inside of me. Fuck.

"I don't have my shoes on, babe, and neither do you." The gentle smile that took over her features seemed to calm me down just a bit. She was just so lovely, wasn't she? "And you're not wearing a shirt, either. You need a shirt."

"Right," I quickly nodded—I was basically losing my mind here and all Jan could do was stand there and giggle at me like it was nothing at all. I'd let her teasing slide this time, but only because she about to pop. Next time, though, she wasn't going to get away with this so easily. Actually, who was I kidding? Knowing me, she always would no matter what, without a doubt. "Shoes, shirt—got it."