JAAN :: ZAYN

the names

•zayn•

"So, I got lots of books for baby names."

Zayn glanced at the stack of books on the coffee table. "You just got these?"

"Yeah," Chiara answered, sitting next to him and rubbing her belly. She was getting so big. "I mean, I don't want the kid to be nameless when she comes out."

"He."

"No."

"Heeheehee," Zayn sang in her ear, making her giggle, "got it now?"

"Your voice carries," she giggled, picking up a book, "okay, so these books vary by nationality but they're also names not commonly used. The last thing this world needs is another Ashley or Rebecca--"

"Or Chris," Zayn shook his head, "originality is key."

"That it is," she smiled, "I got a book with Arabic names. You said you liked those?"

"Yeah, yeah," Zayn took all the books and laid them on his lap, "so, I mean, whatever you want also. Doesn't have to be Arabic."

"Oh, well I'm very open minded, Zayn. So, shoot some at me," Chiara leaned back and pulled her shirt up to glance at stomach. Zayn rested his head on her shoulder and picked up the baby name book.

"Well," he hummed, scanning through the R names, "Ravi."

"Zayn, that's common," she picked up another book, "Barry."

"Barry stupid," he snorted, "were you forreal?"

"No. Ooh, Shawndon. Mariah. Carina."

"Melek."

"...Melek Malik?" Chiara snorted, "babe, come on."

What Zayn didn't know was that the baby was going to have his last name. He was sort of honored, knowing most people wouldn't do that.

"Malik, got it," he muttered too low for her to hear.

"Myesha," Chiara read over his shoulder, "that's cute."

Zayn flipped a page. "Myron."

"Hell no. My ex boyfriend's name was Myron. Hated his guts."

"Alright then," he hummed, "I know a guy named Shareef. He's cool, man."

"Zayn."

"Just saying," he poked her cheek and went to the next page, "ehm, Talib, Tariq, Taliban--"

"The last one," she joked, "no, babe -- ooh."

"You found one?"

"Yeah, for a girl. I'll list some off, okay?"

"Shoot."

"Willow, Odessa, Leona, Willa, Coral. Zayn, let's name our baby girl Coral," she seemed so in love with that name Zayn couldn't say no.

Plus, Zayn was still looking at boy names so he didn't care at the moment.

"Cute," he stated, smiling up at her, "any other girl names?"

"Uh," she flipped a few pages, "Brionne, omg. We should have twin girls and name one Coral--"

"And Brionne," he nodded, laughing at her face, "whatever you want, baby."

"You don't care," Chiara slapped his chest, "look at your boy names."

"I will," he grinned, "how about--"

"Zayn, Zayn, Zayn," she interrupted, slapping him repeatedly, "I found a boy name."

"It better not be Tucker or some shit--"