Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Two Weeks Later
Sky's POV

The person that was calling ended up being some random kid looking for a joke. Zayn was furious when we found out because I had so many restless nights and thought it was one of Luke's cousins or something, but it never was.

Now, we're finally back home in America, and I can tell that Zayn is a bit miserable here. I hate it here too, I really do.

Already thinking about wedding plans, I know that I want the wedding in London, with all our friends and possibly our family there. I haven't talked to my parents in God knows how long and Logan, when was the last time I even saw her?

  "Babe!" Zayn said.

  "What? Huh?" I asked and looked up at him.

Currently, we were sitting in our living room and Josie was running around with one of her friends from school and she was squealing louder than ever before.

  "Did you hear what I said?" Zayn asked, pouting a little bit.

  "No, sorry, I zoned out."

  "Do you want to watch a movie?"

I nodded my head with a small smile and Zayn went to pick out a movie. His body was still covered with tattoos, but he hardly wore his piercings anymore. I'll love him forever.

He can still throw a punch and kick someone's ass in a heartbeat, but for a good reason, for example if someone threatened Josie or me. Zayn was literally a knight in tattooed armor.

  "I picked your favorite, babe," Zayn said, sarcasm sparking in his voice.

  "You're such a liar," I said, laughing slightly.

Zayn chuckled then he leaned over to peck my lips, but I turned my head so his lips connected with my cheek. By doing this, I earned a chuckle from Zayn. He leaned closer to me and I pushed him away slightly, pretending to be mad.

  "Babe," Zayn whined.

Remaining silent, I knew that Zayn was going to do something so I would look at him, but I would try my hardest to resist. As I crossed my arms over my chest, Zayn straddled my hips and I gasped slightly, but remained emotionless.

  "Babe, babe, babe," Zayn said over and over as he peppered my face with small kisses.

Ignoring this was a piece of cake, then his face lit up like when he usually gets an idea and he moved his mouth near my ear.

  "Skylar, Skylar, Skyyylar," Zayn whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my ear.

I pushed his shoulder and he laughed softly as he pressed his lips to mine. Sadly, I couldn't help but kiss him back; his lips are just so kissable.

A few seconds later, Zayn rolled off of me and he used the remote to hit play for the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. It was a really bad horror movie and knowing me, I'll probably be laughing the entire time. Just to irritate Zayn.

Halfway through the movie, where most of the "scary" things happen, Josie and her friend run into the living room and jump onto Zayn's lap, making him groan. Laughing as Josie smiled innocently up at Zayn, he couldn't help but chuckle. Zayn could never be mad at Josie. It was impossible.

  "Hey, baby girl," Zayn said as he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

  "Daddy, can Olivia and I go play outside?" Josie asked.

  "Jo, it's almost too dark, just go up in your room. You have that new Barbie Dream House."

Josie groaned then walked with Olivia back up the stairs to her room, causing me to laugh quietly. When Zayn looked over at me, his eyes slightly narrowed.

  "When did you become the bad parent?" I asked and giggled softly.

  "It's almost eight and they should be in bed soon," Zayn said with a small pout.

Smiling, I pecked Zayn's cheek then I made my way up to Josie's room where she and Olivia were playing with their Barbie dolls. As I sat down behind the doll house, Josie looked up at me and smiled.

  "Mummy, what was it like when you met daddy?" She asked as she played with her dolls.

A wide smile appeared on my face as I looked down at my ring then back at my daughter.

  "Your daddy and I met at a mall, and he offered me everything and anything I wanted."

  "Everything?!" Olivia and Josie gasped.

  "Yes, everything and he was the craziest man I've ever seen with his arms colored and ears pierced."

The girls giggled and I couldn't help but a small chuckle escape my mouth as I stared at the door making sure he didn't come in then I looked back at the girls.

  "Why is daddy's arms colored?" 

  "Go ask daddy that," I said with a small smile.

Josie and Olivia ran out of the room, giggling as they ran and I followed close behind them. As soon as Zayn heard Josie and Olivia running towards him, he looked back at them and Josie flung herself onto the couch.

  "Daddy, why do you have coloring on your arms?"

  "Coloring?" Zayn asked.

Josie nodded then she pointed to Zayn's tattooed arm and she giggled softly. Zayn looked back at me and he chuckled softly. As he looked back at Josie he kissed her cheek and he smiled widely.

  "Because, daddy likes them."

When Josie ran off Zayn winked at me then I picked up Josie and Olivia then I put them to bed. Once I came back Zayn was chuckling softly.

  "Coloring? Really?" he asked.

Giggling, I nodded then I sat down in Zayn's lap. He wrapped his arms around me and he kissed my cheek softly. 

  "I love you babe," he whispered.

  "I love you too."

Zayn was nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck and he sighed contently. Looking down at my ring I couldn't help but smile. Zayn was mine. Mine.

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The next morning, Josie and Olivia were the first ones awake and they decided to make breakfast. Zayn and I woke up to the sound of the fire alarm going off. Zayn was the first one down and he quickly put out the burning pancake mixture. The fire alarm stopped beeping and the room smelt like burnt offerings.

  "How about I make some breakfast. Thanks for trying girls," Zayn said with a smile.

Thankfully, the girls agreed then they ran off to leave me and Zayn alone in the kitchen. Zayn looked over at whatever the girls tried to make and he laughed slightly.

  "There's glitter in there."

Laughing softly, I took the pan and started cleaning it so it wouldn't be ruined. Zayn started on an actual pancake mix and he was being extra generous today because he added some chocolate chips into the mix.

  "Baby, do you ever think of having another kid?" I asked softly.

  "Sometimes, why baby?" Zayn asked.

The truth is I'm actually pregnant again... And I don't know how to tell Zayn. This is our first child together and I'm nervous a little bit. Biting my lip, I glanced over at him.

  "I'm pregnant," I breathed softly, most likely incoherent.

  "What?" Zayn asked, surprise and shock ringing in his voice.

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Bad chapter... Sorry :S

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