Tainted Redemption

Chapter forty-nine

A gentle kiss against my temple woke me up, I hum and nuzzle closer to him as he instinctively tightens his arms round me.

When I peer at him, his eyes are closed. He did this unknowingly, showing his affection in his sleep.

I kissed his jaw and nestle closer to him.

"Zayn." I mumbled, shaking him slightly since he's a heavy sleeper. He wanted me to wake him if I manage to wake before him.

After several attempts he slowly gains conscious.

"Just five more minutes, babe." He murmured back. An almost involuntary fond smile curved my lips, feeling very happy that he loved to drag out the minutes here with me.

It's been quite a while we're doing this as I felt lonely in my house. Dad would visit, trying to get me out of my pity party, my grandparents were still here, though they stay in the hospital most of the time. My friends were doing everything to make me feel better too.

Focusing back to Zayn, he seemed to know what was going through my head but didn't urge me to speak about it, I loved him more because of this. Lastly he seemed to get along with the idea of space.

We took a nap, the pattern we've habitually seemed to have inserted in our every day life. For once we were not getting any more threats. Not that I was looking forward to those.

I'm laying over him as he's curled under me.

Taking his phone when it rang loudly to silence it, I saw the screen locker he had, almost awe out loud when the picture was me sleeping behind him and him taking a pic of us two... I let his phone back in place with a faint smile.

Tracing his jawline and touching his beard, I sighed lightly. Then I rolled over, buried half of my face in his chest, and smiled slightly. It was then the overwhelming realization washed over me that I'll be soon ready to move back in with him.

The daylight translucent and drifting around us in a hazy atmosphere, my living room seemed very cozy.

He exhaled longly, causing me to look up to see his features still relaxed.

"We should do something." He suggested after a while with his groggy voice, lips barely moving.

He kept leaning to my hand that was touching his beardy cheek and then I brush my fingertips on his bee-stung lips. Sleepy Zayn is the best image to me right this moment, his cute messed up hair and squishy tired cheeks, little droopy eyes seem so heartwarming... it's somewhat the most vulnerable look on him. He tended to be guarded even when he slept next to me, long ago. Now though, everything has changed. So much time passed and we've had to overcome so many things. We love each other unconditionally, and I'm about to bear his child.

Squealing lightly when he bit my fingertips playfully while his eyelashes fluttered open wide. I recoil instantly, trying to be mad at his lazy grinning face.

Groaning at this then pouting, he scanned my face while biting his bottom lip as his hand slid to my hair and he leaned up so he could kiss me thoroughly.

Once he snatched my bottom lip with his teeth, I relaxed completely.

Our eyes reconnect when we pulled away.

"Where should we go?" I questioned.

"Just somewhere." He retorts quickly, I felt my features frown at his shifting eyes. "I'll pick you up after your classes today. You said you had a few this afternoon?" He lowly asked, peering up from under his gorgeous lashes, his eyebrows pushed together in a frown.