Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Nine.

Some of you have been worried that this book is almost over so let me just tell you some of the things you have to read before this book happens.

*Zayn’s job.

*Erin’s progress

*Twins being born

*A baby from Molly

*Moving

So you still got a bit to go and that’s not all!

There’s been an extra pill in my jar this week everyday. See Zayn is in charge of refilling my pills every week, because sometimes I am too sick to remember or I am just lazy and also the doctors are kind of scared that I wont refill them on purpose, which would just make me more sick, to the point of death. So I guess I could understand why they would put my husband in charge of that stuff.

This pill is new though. See up until this point I’ve taken four pills everyday, two yellow ones, a blue one and this very big red one that eases the pain. But this pill is smaller than the others and it’s white. It’s in a circle while the others are more oval shaped. But since I could tell Zayn didn’t want me to notice that I had it, I didn’t mention it to him.

I was actually taking a liking to the new pill. Since the days I started to take her, I call it a her, I like to give my pills genders, they feel more useful that way. But anyway, when I started to take her the fake Erin started to slowly fade away from me. It was like the little white pill drained all the evil energy from her so she was useless from inside me.

“Erin baby come on Molly and Tristan are already there.” Zayn grabbed my jacket for me as he opened the front door for me. I rolled my eyes at his sudden urge to meet with our friends who he never really feels the need to see. Apparently they had something very important to talk to us about.

“I thought it was my job to worry? Aren’t I the wife here?” I raised an eyebrow when Zayn went the extra mile just to lock the front door. Butterflies woke in my stomach and chills rode down my spine when Zayn’s hand covered mine. Would I ever get used to it?

“No, your job is to nag, which you don’t do so thank you, it’s my job to worry, remember husbands are supposedly the overprotective and controlling assholes that wife’s friends hate.” Zayn’s laugh at the end nearly broke my heart. As the days went on I got weaker and weaker and Zayn’s laugh became more precious because what if one day I never got to hear that laugh again?

“Maybe I will start nagging. And I don’t think you want my friends hating you because they are also your only friends, plus you are not the bad boy anymore remember? You’re not overprotective and certainly not an asshole.” I pushed the elevator button as I proved my point. But of course my husband couldn’t stop there, he had to make his point. Luckily we were the only ones in the small square.

“I could still be an asshole, and I could be overprotective, put your jacket on, it’s cold out, and I could be controlling.” Zayn helped put my jacket on, that was his first error in trying to prove his point. Although I wasn’t so sure why he wanted to win this argument. He wasn’t going to either way.

“You could not be an asshole Zayn Malik.” I tested him, I knew I could win this, it might upset him but Zayn was always adorable when he was upset. The night in high school on the rocks hit me, he looked so fragile.

“What if I called you a slut?” I wouldn’t let his words get to me. I mean he was my husband, so that just backfired on him without me anything, why would he marry a slut? The elevator opened and we entered the lobby, that wouldn’t stop me from wiping that smirk off his face.

‘You already do that, but it’s more of a moan when you do.” I winked and patted his butt before skipping out of the apartment building. I looked back to see Zayn in shock. I wasn’t the girl that said those things to people, never was and I was a little surprised that I got the nerve to say it then. I was already in the car when Zayn got to me, his cheeks were red and his eyes were bright.

“I’ll get you for that.” When he started the car I took the last moments of private to finish this. “I hope so,.” I winked again and Zayn shook his head. I was getting under his skin and honestly it was quite entertaining.

When we finally pulled up the café we were meeting Molly and Tristan at I was already ready to go home. I wanted to cuddle up with Zayn and watch an 80’s movie, mostly because I loved those movies, but also because Zayn’s cuddles were the best. Speaking of which Zayn’s arms were both around my shoulders as we walked in were Molly and Tristan were sitting together giggling.

“You look fantastic.” I told Molly as I rubbed her belly. She was having a baby boy and he was sure to be a flawless little rock star with broad shoulders. I couldn’t stop the jealousy, I wanted a baby more than anyone else in the world and it was probably never going to happen. I really needed to stop the whole being upset over my nonexistent baby.

“So do you, look at that.” Molly ran her long fingernails down my buzzed head. I was starting to get a bit of my hair back, and with only three treatments left I might actually get to keep it. I smiled at her anyway and sat down across from Tristan. His smile lit up when Molly sat next to him.

“So we want to get right down to this because well, I’ll explain later but this is important.” Tristan pulled put a folder that looked pretty full. I started to get nervous, nervous enough that my nails dug into my jeans and only relaxed when Zayn cooed me with his hand.

“We want you guys to be the godparents of our son, that way if anything happens to us we know he is safe and cared for by people who love him, and people who respected us.” Tristan opened the folder and slid it a crossed the table to Zayn and I.

I don’t think I could ever tell anyone the feelings I was feeling. My heart raced and it suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees in there. The papers clearly stated if anything happened to them we would get full custody not testable in the court of law. We would be the babies parents. The chances of something happening to Molly and Tristan were very slim, slim to nothing if you will, but just the thought of being parents to a baby had me signing.

“Now why all this? Honestly I couldn’t picture anything happening to you guys. Ever.” Zayn spoke me mind. Molly looked up and I felt a pain in my chest. She looked at Tristan who shifted in his seat uncomfortably but kissed the side of Molly’s head. I was worried she was going to cry.

“There is no reason. I was just laying in bed and I thought about how much you two want a baby. Tristan and I were not even ready for a baby and we’ve been blessed with one, so if anything ever happened to either of us, or god forbid both of us, you deserve this.” Molly cried and reached for my hand. That made me cry too.

‘Wait what do you mean one of you?” Zayn interrupted. Tristan spoke again.

“If I died, or if she did, we wouldn’t want to raise him my ourselves. It says in the contract that if I die Molly can give you the baby, and it clearly states she’s not aloud to come up one day and change her mind without your permission,” My heart sank.

“Well see nothing is going to happen to either of you, but at the most we could do if anything did happen to Tristan and you Molly decided this was the right thing for you, we would at least have you around as an aunt, or even a mom.” That lightened the mood and we laughed.