The house was exactly what I was dreaming of. "We'll take it" I beam proudly. The real estate agent nods and has me sign papers. When its done I drive to Marie's house. I pack up what little stuff that was there and drop it off at our new house. Now for the dreaded part, telling Liam. I walk in and he is standing there, as if expecting me. "I need to get me and Oliver's stuff" I mumble. "Why" Liam snaps. What the hell?! "We are moving" I state slowly and carefully. Liam's jaw clenches and I expect him to blow up.
"With Zayn?"
"What?"
"ARE YOU MOVING IN WITH ZAYN?!"
"God damn it Liam! I date whoever the hell I want! And you know what? Since you made it clear that you don't want me to have a love life, I'm having one. With Zayn. He obviously cares about me."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wanna bet? I'll call him. You know what, we don't need our stuff. I can take care of that later."
I run outside, tears streaming down my face. I send Zayn a quick text. Liam's being a jack ass. I can't get our stuff. He knew about the house. He might help me. I pull over to read his text when I get another text. You want me to get it? I call him and tell him to do whatever he wants. I get to the new house and am glad that I have some necessities. I put clothes room. Fuck! I need a bed! I send Zayn a quick text Think you could buy me a bed? I continue putting my clothes into the closet as Oliver runs around. When I'm done with my clothes I begin with Olivers closet. Yeah, any specific size? I smile and reply. Any size is fine. Did you get the crib too? Once I'm done I get Oliver and set up the wifi in my home office. I grab my laptop and put on Phineas And Ferb for Oliver. He is content when Zayn comes in with all the furniture I had. A crib, a toddler bed, a desk, a small table and chairs. "You don't have much" Zayn observes. I nod and say "It will have to do until I get more money." Zayn looks as if he's deep in thought and then smiles mischievously.
"I can buy some more furniture for you. In fact, I have some you can use. On one condition."
"Oh really? And that condition would be?"
"Let me live with you. You need a man to protect you three."
I nod mutely and he smiles. That was not supposed to happen! By the next week everything but the baby's room was set up. Zayn insisted on not doing anything to that room until we find out the sex, which is soon. He had painted Oliver's room the first night. His room was green and his bed sheets were blue and it actually looked great. On the wall he had painted Oliver's full name in blue. He had painted our room so that it was yellow and then he picked new bedding, which was orange. "Do you think this living arrangement will ruin the band" I ask quietly. He looks at me. We were sitting in the beautifully decorated living room while Oliver ran his toy cars across the floor. "No. Liam will learn to live with it" Zayn says. We had grew close in these few weeks, lots of cuddling and kisses. Oliver called him Daddy Zayn earlier, which was funny. Liam knocked on the door and I got up. Liam didn't know about the living arrangements. Yet. I was going to pull him outside and tell him. "Let's talk outside, Liam" I tell him. He nods, completely calm. He was trying so hard. "What do you want to talk about" he asks. "First, when does the tour start" I ask. "About three months" he replies.
"Okay. Don't get mad. Please."
"Why would I?"
"Zayn has been living with me since I moved in here."
"Oh. I get it. He's hotter and smarter and has everything I don't have. Including you, Oliver, and our new baby!"
"He doesn't have everything you have!"
"Oh really?! Name one thing I have that he doesn't!"
"He's smaller."
"How would you know?"
"I accidently walked in on him taking a shower when I was helping Oliver to the bathroom. Trust me. He's smaller."
"I doubt it. Quit trying to make me feel better."
"Liam! I'm dead serious."
Liam smiles and bursts out laughing. He falls over and continues to laugh. I forgot what his laugh was like. It was cute. We (Zayn insisted on coming) are finding out the sex of my child tomorrow. Liam calms down and I get Oliver. "Bye mommy" he hollers, waving back at me. I smile and yell "Bye Oliver! Have fun with Dad!" I am exhausted by ten. I had been sitting at the computer all day working on school assignments. I go to the bedroom and crash. zayn awakes me at eight with a healthy breakfast. I sigh and eat. Needless to say, I am getting real tired of healthy foods. Once I am dressed we leave. When we get to the office the doctor puts petroleum jelly on my stomach. After a while she says "Well, Rose, you are having a beautiful baby girl." I squeal and clap my hands. Oliver would get to protect his younger sister! When we leave I text Liam. It's a girl! Any name ideas? Zayn talks about room ideas but I need to think of a name for her.
Nope. But that's great! I sigh and decide to look in books. I thought boy names were hard but girls must be harder. "What happened to you and Perrie" I asked. Zayn tenses up. I apparently asked the wrong question. "She and I had a bigger disagreement than you can ever dream of" he says, jaw clenches. "Oh, I get it" I mumble quietly. It couldn't be that bad, could it? I wanted to ask but decided not to. "Where do you want to stop at for lunch" I ask, instead of the question I wanted to ask. He looks thoughtful "Hardees sound good?" I nod and a little while later we pull into Hardees. We order and then eat. I was starving. When we are done eating we go on a small shopping spree, buying bedding for the girl and some clothing. We got home and I went straight to work, doing my homework. Talk about stress. There was so much homework, I didn't think I'd ever get it done. Zayn is in the kitchen cooking when I am done. "What are you cooking" I ask him curiously. He looks up "Chicken enchiladas." My stomach grumbles loudly "Sounds delicious." He smiles and nods. Ten minutes later I am sitting at the table eating chicken enchiladas with mexican rice. "This is amazing! Where did you learn to make this" I ask him after taking a bite of food. He shrugs "Culinary school." I gape at him. Zayn went to culinary school?! "So, I will paint her room purple with pink butterflies and then I will do her name in a white. Sound good" Zayn changes the subject quickly. I nod and he suggests bed colors. "I'll paint her crib white and then it'll look good with the pink bedding" I tell him. He nods and tells me that it sounds fine that way.
When we are done eating the delicious food, I am sitting down looking at name books. Madison? Too many people are named that. Amy? Who names their child Amy? Samantha? I like it but I don't. Emma? Nope. Haylie? Not to fond of it. Mia? That's adorable but I don't kow. Soon I get frustrated, throwing the books down and crying.
"What's wrong?"
"There's no names good enough for my baby!"
"I'm sure there is, you may not be looking hard enough."
"I looked through three fucking books! Do not tell me that I am not looking hard enough!"
"I'm just saying-"
"Do you have any name ideas? No?"
"Uh..."
"Thought so. So you can sleep on the damn couch because I'm tired of your dumb ass!"
Zayn looks shocked but doesn't protest. He never really protested with my requests. Most likely because I was pregnant and he knew I wouldn't hesitate to kick him out with nothing but clothes. I lay in bed thinking of possible names. Finally I decided on Madylyn. It's such a pretty name for a girl who will be beautiful.
