Tainted Redemption

Chapter fifty-six

^Zayn's look in the book for now.

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Nudging his shoulder as he kept teasing me, "Why are you so mad that I was right about our baby being a boy?"

Our hands are entwined, his thumb brushing my hand with tender strokes.

We're walking aimlessly down the front porch of mum's house, I just got out of there.

"I'm not mad...would it have made any difference if it weren't though?"

"No, I'd love to see a mini version of you too some day."

I got quiet as he said that, he noticed, craning his neck as he looked down to me, even got so close to me until I had no other choice but to stare at his confused face.

"Did you hear what I just said? I want like, three or five more." His voice is light, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting to a half-smile.

"What?" I act oblivious.

"Kids."

I'm trying to find this funny and something promising but with the news I got about this pregnancy I couldn't even hope.

It's like a heavy concern of mine is grasping my chest tightly not letting me alone. I'm afraid and this was something I had to carry by myself.

Mum and dad wouldn't know either.

"Why are you getting upset, babe? You don't want more..?"

I thought I could hear my heart break at those words, "Yes, I do, but we can't get overhead with this." My voice broke a time but I concealed it quickly, blinking quickly and staring off to the side.

"Why not?"

"Uhm, because."

He scoffed lightly, making me peer at him sadly. He's looking straight forward, "You know, I found some great names already." He changes topic, I felt my heart twist at his rejected expression he had, like I didn't want what he does, a big family.

"So I don't get any decision on it, right?"

"Nope," he joked, swaying our hands back and forth, "You can name our second child, but this ones mine."

Shaking my head amusingly, I couldn't even get mad at him.

Nonetheless his sweet words were bittersweet to me, and it made my expression sullen for a slight moment.

"Can we go out?" I find myself ask.

"We just did yesterday...can't we just chill on the couch tonight, yeah?"

Feeling a smile trace my lips, "No, you've got to compensate me with something since you're deciding on a name." I honestly said.

He smiled back at me and hummed, "What will we do?"

I grinned widely at his scared expression, as if he's expecting something cheesy.

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"A handicraft class, really? Shoot me and throw my body in a dumpster before I'm forced in a place where stuck up people with pointy noses are, spare me the freaking torture."