Epilogue:
Eventually, Zayn and I finally made it to the museum. Surprisingly the museum was open so it made our job a whole lot easier than I expected. We sat in the truck for awhile and finally went in. Zayn found a security guard. Zayn explained that there is a delivery of paintings to the guard and he understood. We loaded all the paintings to the back of the museum. Once all the paintings were in Zayn and I went back in the truck. Zayn smirked. "Thank you, Elissa. I would have never brought these back without you." He pecked me on the cheek. I blushed. "Zayn, I would have never turned to such a rebel without you!" I chuckle. Zayn smirks his cheeky badboi smirk. Zayn starts the truck. "But Zayn, you do realize you have to talk to your father, right?" I look at him. His smirk turns to a frown. "Why?" Zayn says softly. "Because we made a deal, remember?" Zayn starts driving. "Fine." I sigh in relief. "But," Zayn continues. "You have to say you love me..because Elissa, I love you." He looks at me and smiles for a slight moment then concentrates back on the road. "I love you, Zayn." I look at him and peck him on the cheek. "Alright Ms. Jones we have a deal."
“Since then Zayn finally spoke to his father and turns out his father made him go on a British TV show called The X Factor and he won in third with a group of three other British boys and one Irish lad. Their group was called One Direction. They made it huge! Everyone loved them. Anyway to make a long story short they retired an-”
“Wait, wait, wait! Mum what was that suppose to teach us?”Terrance, my 12 year old son, interrupts.
“Well,” I look at Terrance and my 7 year old daughter, Lvi. “The story means to never ever break a deal, or a promise in your case.” I look at my children in the eyes to make sure to know what I’m talking about.
“Okay mum, I get it. Can I go upstairs now and get ready to go to Joanna’s house” Terrance asks.
“Sure hunny.” As he walks up I call back. “Don’t forget to tell Mrs. Payne I said Hi!”
Suddenly Zayn walks through the front door. “I’m home!”
“Daddy!” Lvi screams and runs to Zayn.
After giving Lvi a hug Zayn kisses me. “How was your-”
“Mummy? Daddy?” Lvi asks.
“Yes.” Zayn and I answer.
“Is that how babies are made?”
Zayn and I look at each other in shock. I finally come up with something “Well sweetie, that’s another story for another day.”
~The Stealing Game
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**Note**
So sorry for the terrible writing, spelling and shit, I wrote this back when I had no writing skills. Sorry for those of you who actually read this. :/
