"You're okay, I promise I won't hurt you," Justin coos to the boy laying on the ground. Zayn whimpers as he moves away from the EMT. "Hey, you're going to be okay. What's your name?" Justin places his hand on Zayn's cheek.
"Z-Zayn," he stutters out...
"Is that my baby?" I hear a high pitched squeal behind me in the grocery store. I turn around to see my Mother running towards me. I sigh heavily as she wraps her arms around me. "Justin!" She shouts in my ear.
"Hi, Mom," I mumble as I pull away.
"How are you? How's Selena?"
I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. "Um- we broke up... A long time ago," I shrug.
"Oh no!" She exaggerates her disappointment. "What happened?"
"We just knew we weren't right for each other. I have someone else now anyways, and I'm happy."
She nods, glancing down at my cart. "Good, good. Are you expecting a baby?" She points to the things I'm buying for Zayn.
I shake my head. "Nope, these are actually for my boyfriend."
"Oh?" She furrows her eyebrows. "Oh! Is this why you haven't been talking to your father or myself as much anymore? You didn't want us to know you're gay?"
"No," I burst out laughing. "I don't talk to you guys anymore because it's too much drama in my life. I just want my babyboy to have a happy, stress free life," I chuckle.
"I have to go. He isn't feeling well today."
She nods excitedly. "Yes, of course. I'm gonna call you later. I want to meet this boy who is making my son so happy."
...
"Peanut! Daddy's home!" I shout throughout the empty house.
"Mm, Dada?" He waddles into the kitchen. I grin as he rubs his eyes. "Hi, Daddy," he smiles lazily.
I open my arms to him. He makes his way to me, pushing his body against mine in a tight hug. "Hi, baby," I run my fingers through his hair. "Are you feeling better?"
He nods against my chest. "Yes," he murmurs.
"Okay, peanut. I'm gonna make you somethin' to eat." He clutches onto my sides when I go to pull away. "What?"
Zayn stares up into my eyes. "Special kisses after, Daddy? Please?" He pouts cutely.
I smirk, "special kisses? You want Daddy to suck you off?"
His face blushes bright red. "Not if you no wanna," he shrugs.
"Of course I want to," I use his hips to lift him onto the counter. "But now that you asked, I want to do it now," I push his chest gently. He lays down, biting his lip. I slide down his PJ pants along with his boxers. "My baby is hard for me," I groan as I lower my face to his boner.
"Daddy," he whines.
...
"Some weird lady is at the door, Bubba," Zayn walks back into the living room.
I push myself up off the couch. "Can you grab my pants?" I point to the chair where I left them. He grabs my sweat pants and hands them to me. "Thank you, baby. I'll start dinner in a few."
As I'm walking to the door, I hear Zayn shuffling behind me. I chuckle when he grabs my hand. "Justin," she breathes out when she sees me.
My eyes widen and I squeeze Zayn's hand tightly. "Hailey, what're you doing here?" I ask harshly.
"I-I had to see you. Your mom called me and said you needed me," she crosses her arms over her chest.
I roll my eyes. "Of course she did," I growl. "Go home, Hailey. I don't need you, I don't even want to see you."
"Dada," Zee whimpers behind me.
I pull him in front of me. "Shh, baby. It's okay," I pull him against my chest. "Leave, Hailey, and dont comeback."
She frowns, "Justin, please," she begs.
"I will call the police. Leave," I slam the door in her face.
"Who was that?" Zayn asks as we walk to the kitchen. I shrug, pulling out a pan from the cupboard. "Daddy?"
"Can you just drop it?" I snap.
His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. "Yeah," he nods as he walks out of the room.
I hear him walk upstairs. Ginger walks into the kitchen and starts nibbling on her food. I sigh heavily as she meows before going back to her food.
"I shouldn't have yelled at him," I mumble to myself. I let the nachos cook in the oven as I make my way to my room. "Baby?" I push open the door slowly. I look around the room until I see Zayn sitting on the floor. "Zee, what're you doing?"
He looks over at me before turning back to whatever is in his lap. "Did you know Ginger was pregnant?"
My eyes widen. "Wh-How?" I walk over to him.
Five small kittens lay in Ginger's bed.
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"We should've heard her meowing. We should have been here for my baby." Zayn covers them with a blanket to keep them warm.
Ginger walks back in, hissing at me. I step back with my hands raised. She walks over to my boyfriend and rubs her head against his arm. She climbs into her little bed. Immediately, the kittens snuggle into her and start sucking on her nipples for milk.
"I'm gonna go get her some food and water so she doesn't have to leave them alone," I rub my hands together. "Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm gonna go to the store to get them a small playpen so they can't go far. And some other things, I'll ask a worker what I need."
As he stands up, I grab his waist. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," I lean my forehead against his.
He pulls away with furrowed eyebrows. "You think that's why I walked away?" I nod confusedly. "No, I walked away because you don't trust me enough to tell me who she is. For now, that's fine, I won't push. But that's because my baby just had babies and she doesn't need stress right now."
"Zayn, I love you," I grab him again.
He places his hands on my chest. "I love you, Justin. But love involves trust and that clearly isn't present right now. I'm going to go get the kittens some stuff." He kisses my cheek gently.
"Can I go with you?"
He shakes his head. "No, stay with Ginger and the kittens, make sure they're okay."
"Anything for you," I kiss his forehead. "Take my card, baby. It's down on the coffee table in my wallet."
