*Kimms POV*
“Hey Kimm, can I tell you something?” Zayn asked me.
“Yeah, sure!” I replied, sitting down on our new king bed. Zayn took my hands in his, and sat opposite me.
“Baby you light up my world like nobody else,” he started to sing. One of his hands reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
“The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. And when you smile at the ground it ‘aint hard to tell, you don’t know-ow-ow, you don’t know your beautiful, oh-oh. That’s what makes you beautiful,” he sung as I looked down shyly. He lifted my chin with his pointer finger and thumb.
“You are so beautiful Kimm,” he whispered, before kissing me gently.
“I love you,” he mumbled through the kiss.
“I love you too.”
***
“Zayn?” I called from the bedroom. He came out of the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Yes babe?” He asked, sitting next to me. I chocked under pressure.
“Um, w-what are we doing today?” I asked him quickly. He chuckled and grabbed my waist.
“Whatever you want to do,” he smiled.
“Pool? So I can see your sexy body?” I asked. He chuckled again, and ripped off his shirt, smiling. I trailed my finger around the outline of his abs as he sat down next to me.
“You’re ripped boy,” I exclaimed, punching him in the stomach. No reaction.
“Yes I am,” he laughed, planting a kiss on my lips.
“So. Let’s go to the pool!” he exclaimed, picking me up, cradling me in his arms, and walking towards the door.
“ZAYN! I haven’t got my swimmers on yet!” I exclaimed. He placed me down on the floor and chucked me a simple pair of black swimmers that were on the cabinet.
“Quick, put these on! I want to go!” I scurried to the bathroom, put them on quickly, brushed my teeth and hair, and walked back out to Zayn.
“Finally!” He exclaimed, picking me up to cradle me again. He ran outside, and now because our new room was closer to the pool, a minute later, we were both in the water, after Zayn jumping straight in with me in his arms. We came up, me still in his embrace, both soaking wet. I felt a light drop on my forehead and look up.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, as it started bucketing down with rain. I jumped out of he’s arms and stood in front of him, taking in every inch of his beauty.
“When did this happen? It was sunny before!” Zayn yelled to the sky. He looked back into my eyes.
“Kiss me,” I whispered. He did as I asked, and leant in slowly, and connected his lips with mine. I straddled his torso with my legs, my head above his as he held me up, the kiss not breaking. This was perfect. Kissing my amazing boyfriend, in the rain, in Fiji. Nothing could go wrong. Oh wait.
*2 weeks Later*
“Uh, Zayn?” I called uneasily. He came out from the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. This is exactly like last time I tried to tell him.
“Yeah babe?” he asked, sitting beside me. I grabbed his hands.
“This isn’t easy to tell you. But, uh,” I paused. The look on his face was full of concern.
“I’m uh. I’m pregnant Zayn,” I spat out. I saw Zayn’s face drop. I knew this would be his reaction.
“Wow,” he sighed. I stood up to leave. Where to? Honestly, probably to Liam. He was my best friend on this trip. The one that I went to when I couldn’t go to Zayn.
“Wait,” Zayn said, grabbing my wrist and turning me around.
“That wasn’t a bad sigh. It was a sigh of ‘wow’. I wasn’t expecting to have a child for years, but I did know it was going to be with you Kimm. I am so happy that we have a child together, I just wasn’t expecting it this soon. But Kimm, I would never leave you for something like this. Honestly, I think this will bring us closer,” Zayn spoke. He stood up, and brought me as close as possible to him.
“I love you Kimm, and our child,” he whispered, kissing me gently.
