Jessica's POV
I sat in the corner of my studio. Hugging my knees and crying. I spend a lot of days like this. We'd have an argument, he'd leave, and I'd come to my studio and cry. Sometimes even sleeping here! Me and Zayn have been married almost two years now and been together five. I honestly can't tell you when or where we went wrong! But we both try to get over our differences and work together.
It's been hours since Zayn left. It's nearly 11 pm. By now I had cleaned my studio, the bedroom, kitchen, living room, showered, and made dinner. Assuming Zayn wouldn't be coming home tonight I threw away the meal I prepared and went up to my bedroom.
I crawled into bed wearing simply a tank top. Even though I spent most of the day crying I couldn't help but to cry again. I guess this is one of those nights. The nights that I'm up for hours trying the pin point the exact moment me and Zayn started to drift apart.
My thoughts were paused when the bedroom door creaked open. I tried to stop myself from crying, I just couldn't. The light flicked on, I just tired to ignore it.
"Hey." Zayn say quietly. I'm quite shocked he's actually sober.
"Hi" I replied staring at the wall in front of me.
"Can we talk?"
I turned my head back to look at him. He took a seat at the edge of the bed. I sat up and nodded. He gestured for me to come closer to him. I crawled to him and he sat me in his lap in a position that I was straddling him.
He let out an exhausted sigh. "Jesy, I love you. I may not show it how I should, but doesn't mean I don't love you. And I know we've had our differences.." he trailed his sentence not knowing how to complete it.
"I know. I know you love me, and I love you. Love you like crazy!" I spoke in a quiet voice. He tilted my head to look him in the eye. "Zayn, I'm losing you. You are slipping away!" I said my tears starting to fall.
"No. No baby. I'm still here. I will always be here!" He took my face in his hands, running his thumb across my cheek wiping my tears. "I still love you the way I did in school. I'm an asshole. I've messed up. But, Jessica, I love you. And you love me. So we have to work through this. I can't go another night not being able to hold you." His voice cracked and now he was crying too.
I held his face in my hands and used the pad of my thumbs to wipe away his tears. My heart ached, he's saying everything that I've been needing to hear. "Jesy I've been thinking about what we can do you be happy like we were before." He paused to draw out a long, ragged breath.
"Yes, baby?"
His big brown eyes were staring directly into mine. "Jessica, I think we should have a baby."
