Infinite Love

I Gotta Go

"Okay, baby, we got twenty minutes before we have to go." I said to Iris. "Okay, mommy can we get the sweet drink?" She was talking about the Starbucks lemonade. "Yea, we might have to leave a bit early." I said. "Zayn, baby, you got to get up!" I shouted walking in the room. I was over the cheating thing, in my heart I know Zayn is sincere. One night stand, it better not happen again. I went in the room and sat on the bed. I kissed him multiple times and I messed up his still-somewhat hair. "I'm up, i'm up." He sat up and kissed me. "Morning breath." I pushed him away and walked out the room. "Iris, get your coat from the closet." I said. My heels kept clanking against the floor, the thought of hearing that all day... No. I took them off and put my 'silent' wedges on. "You are wearing that?" I asked Zayn. He was wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. "Yea, it's not cold." I looked at the weather on my phone, "49*, you're going to get sick." I went in the closet and found some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "You are not my mommy." He whined. He pushed them back into the closet. I lifted his arms and took his shirt off. With his arms falling down, I traced his ab line with my finger. Then I lifted them back up and sruggled to get the sweatshirt on. Then, I made him sit down and pulled the shorts off. I put the sweatpants on and stood him up.

"You just wasted your time." He said. "You are going to get sick." I walked out and grabbed Iris's bookbag. "Come on lovebug if you want Starbucks." She ran to the door. "Bye daddy," she shouted. "Love you, i'll pick you up." That way she knows that she's not going to stay later. Normally, I let her stay there about 10 mins extra. She helps clean up and she gets like a lollipop or something. We got in the elevator and walked to the car. I took Zayn's truck and he would have to take the Benz today. I know he misses his Porsche, we had quite a few memories in that car. "I'll have one tall chocolate drizzled latte no coffee and a kids' strawberry-mango lemonade." I told the cashier from the drive thru. I drove around and gave her the money. "Here." I handed Iris her drink. "Thank you." She said sipping on the drink. "Welcome." I plugged my phone in and we listened to the playlist I had in my music. We are going to be a little late, due to traffic. "Come on." I grabbed her hand as we crossed the parking lot.

"Mrs. Malik, can I talk to you for a second?" She pulled me aside as Iris walked in the classroom. "Yes ma'am." I was prepared to listen. "Iris, she's such a sweet little girl and we are happy to have her, but she doesn't interact with the other children. For example, when we do centers she'll go where someone isn't. I'm not saying it's a problem, I just thought you might want to know that." Her teacher said. "We were aware of that on her birthday when she said there was no one she wanted to invite." I said. "Does she have any siblings or neighbors?" She asked. "Nope, she is my only child but she has a few cousins that live here. They are a few years older or younger, but someone is someone." I said. "Well, she might just want to be isolated." She said patting my shoulder. "We will try to enforce her to communicate, but I have to get to work." She nodded and walked in the classroom. "Wow, is she that nonsocial. She'll grow out of it." I mumbled to myself. I drove to the studio and we rode the private bus to one of the filming locations. Shailene and I got really close we decided to go out on lunch together. "I was thinking of getting married, but now it's just too much." She said. "Once you get married, it's hard because you aren't used to living with someone, especially a man that you will see forever. It gets easier to compromise, because they learn soon we have PMS, other unimaginational problems, and them." I told her. "You said you have a daughter with him." I couldn't lie, but I didn't want to tell the truth. "Her name is Iris." I said indirectly answering her question.

I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture. "Aww, she's so cute." She said. "I have to meet her." She slapped her cheek. "How about this weekend? We can have a girls' day out." I offered. "I need that." She agreed. The casting manager came back to our table, "Five minutes." I finished my drink and went to the restroom. The paparazzi came around the corner, along with security trying to hold them back. "Let's just go." Shailene and I walked back to the bus. We rode back to the set and shot a scene. You wouldn't imagine how long it takes to shoot one scene. We called it quits after it started raining and we rode back to the studio and went our seperate ways. I got home and Iris wasn't there, but Zayn was. In bed. Sick. Without saying anything, I went to go pick up Iris. "I'm sorry, it's late. My husband got sick and he couldn't pick her up." I realised how stupid it sounded.

"Zayn!" I yelled. "Hmmmm." He said keeping his mouth shut. "What did you wear to work today?" I walked in the room. "Some shorts." I sat on the edge of the bed. He sneezed. "Bless you." I said. I stood up and put my hand on his forehead, "That's a fever." I said. "I'll make you some soup and get you an Advil." I said. "Thanks babe." He said. "Iris, can I trust you to give yourself a bath, I have to help your sick father?" She nodded and ran upstairs. "You need a towel." I shouted. "I have some." I was downstairs with Zayn. "Here baby. Take this." I sat him up from his sleep and he took the Advil and sipped some apple juice. "Can you lay down with me?" I wasn't about to catch whatever Zayn had, but I make him do it so I did. "Let me make sure Iris gets to bed and i'll wash up." I said kissing his forehead. I walked upstairs. "Why did you get your hair wet?" I said squeezing the water out and into the sink. "I washed it." She shrugged. "Baby, there is still soap." I turned the shower water back on and rinsed her hair out and re-washed it. Who knows what she did. Instead of it being straight, her curls came back.

She put her pyjamas on, "Iris, i'm coming back in 30 minutes, you can play that but you need to go to sleep when I come back." She was playing with her dolls. Raine, Harry, and Sarai. Everything she had, had a name. "Tammie!" "I'm coming. I walked downstairs and I turned the chandelier light on instead of the kitchen light. The living room was dim and I it a candle for smell. I went in the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth because I was probably going to fall asleep. I wore my shorts and a tank and I got in the bed. I snuggled up into Zayn as is head fell on mine. "This is all because you didn't listen." I said. He nodded and gave a thumbs up. I lifted my head trying not to move his and kissed him and turned over. My butt to his pelvis his chest to my back. He wrapped me in his arms, like every night, and I fell asleep. Oh shoot. "Iris!" I shouted, no answer she's sleep.