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

Chapter 15

Warm Water (Snakehips Remix) | Banks

I wasn't sure why Zayn was such in a rush, especially since we were only supposed to be going over to his mum's house for lunch, but he was and I just couldn't understand why. I didn't understand why it would matter if we arrived a little past the time we said we were since it was only his family we'd be seeing and nothing important was exactly happening today. Well, nothing important that I knew of, and if there was I was sure someone would've let me know already. But as far as I knew, it was just a regular Friday afternoon, the same as Friday afternoons always were.

"You seem awfully excited to be going to your parents' house for some reason," I mentioned skeptically just as I was buckling up now that we were finally in the car. I kind of let out a little snort too once I saw how the seatbelt looked wrapped around my very swollen belly. Sometimes I still couldn't believe that I was carrying an actual human being inside of me. At this point I probably never would either. "You do realize we were just there last week, right?"

I suddenly started to question whether or not we had enough food at ours, or maybe if Zayn was beginning to not like his own cooking now that he was getting more into it. Maybe he was just starting to miss home more often, but I didn't think that could be when we weren't that far away to begin with. It was weird, but I wasn't going to judge him if that was the case.

"Huh?" Zayn raised his eyebrows at me, climbing into the drivers seat after making sure both of our dogs were situated in the back seat once we decided that it would be a great day to let them tag along with us. I never thought I'd say this either, but I really missed driving myself a lot lately. Zayn had this thing about not wanting me to drive because of my pregnancy and all, but I was still perfectly capable bit was cute how concerned he was for me sometimes, though, so I let him have it this time. It was nice knowing that he cared so much.

"You're being very strange," I squinted my eyes. "why are you being strange?"

"'M not," Zayn flashed a bright smile my way, and honestly I wished he wouldn't do that to me right now. He was far too beautiful sometimes and it was extremely distracting for me. Not that I necessarily minded, though, just it was a bit overwhelming at times. I still couldn't fully handle it even after all these years. "You're just being weird."

"I'm perfectly normal, thank you very much."

"Perfectly perfect," he reached over to smooth some of my hair out of my face before gliding his thumb along my cheekbone. He was too sweet to me sometimes, I swear.

"Stop trying to flatter me," I rolled my eyes. "It's working."

"Then I guess that means I'm doing something right."

What a sap.

It didn't take long for us to start heading out, and sooner or later we were cruising down each street, becoming closer and closer to our destination with each minute that passed by. Zayn's hand rested against my thigh, right above my knee while he quietly sang along to whatever song was playing on the radio at the moment. It wasn't all that familiar to me so I hadn't really been paying much attention to the lyrics or the music at all.

Our two dogs were surprisingly quiet where they sat in the backseat, which wasn't exactly normal for them since they usually could never seem to sit still whenever we brought them out places. Trouble had her head resting on the middle console between Zayn and I's seats, and I knew she was just silently begging for me to pet her because she was spoiled like that so of course I gave her what she wanted. Harley, on the other hand, though he wasn't as giddy as he normally was, he still had his head hanging out of the opened window, his tongue sticking out and his ears flopping in the wind. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.