My Reality (Zayn Malik love story)

Chap. 18*

*edited Oct. 11, 2020*

~Litsy~

Running my hand back and forth over the curve of my belly I kept thinking of the gender of the baby. Regardless of the gender, I know what I cared about more was whether they're healthy.

At eight months pregnant my belly was huge; I was tired, my feet were swollen and my back hurts. When Zayn and I attended our appointment to find out the sex of the baby we decided to leave it as a surprise. At the moment I'm close to my nine-month point and the baby is due within the next few days.

Zayn has turned overprotective and is constantly making sure I have everything I need. He doesn't allow me to get up from the bed unless it's to the bathroom or for a small walk. This is our first baby and he wants everything to go smoothly but it can be annoying at times. I mention this to Zayn all the time and he just dismisses the thought; says that it's necessary for the baby and me.

I soon hear footsteps coming in the direction I'm standing; I turn just in time to see him coming towards me. At this point I honestly want this baby out. I can't even sleep well, restless nights for Zayn and me.

"Morning Litsy, how long have you been up? Why didn't you wake me?" His voice is still deep with sleep and he was rubbing his eyes when he came into the living room. Once he reaches me, he leans down and kisses our baby good morning while talking to them. "Hi baby, are you causing mum trouble again? You have to let mum sleep baby or by the time you come your mum will be exhausted and won't have the energy to take care of you." He said sternly yet gentle towards my stomach.

A quick look at the clock showed it was 6:00 am, "I've been up for two hours and you looked tired babe, I didn't want to wake you." I said while running my fingers through his bed hair. He slowly stands up taking my hand with his and giving a kiss to the back of it.

"Remember that we're in this together, if you're awake I want to be there to keep you company. Please know that you're not alone sweetheart. I want to be there every step of the way even if it means I'll be tired." He wrapped his arms around my waist while pulling me towards him. He gave me a peck on the lips and then smiled.

"I know Zayn. Come on, let's go eat breakfast." I said smiling at him.

"Ok, let's feed you and that baby of ours." He said pulling me along by my hand and I slowly waddled behind him. Zayn found it adorable how I walk, and he thought the sight of me pregnant was "sexy". Personally, I felt like a whale and it took forever to get somewhere at my speed.

"What does our baby feel like eating today?" Zayn asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I took my time contemplating over what craving I had at the moment and smiled brightly when I thought about it.

"I want French toast, strawberry milkshake, umm cucumbers, don't look at me at like that Zayn. The baby wants what the baby wants, also some lemon and sour cream." I licked my lips just at the thought of my breakfast, I can't wait. Zayn's face contorted just at the thought of cucumbers and it deepened with disgust as I went on.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to your weird cravings and food combinations." He said shaking his head as he got out the ingredients for my French toast and milkshake. It took him a little longer than usual because I wasn't helping. Once he finished, he served me a plate with two slices of French toast, my milkshake, slices of cucumber, slices of lemon, and the jar of sour cream. He served himself a plate with four slices of French toast with strawberries and a mug of hot coffee. He then brought knives and forks for the both of us with a spoon for me.

I set the plate in front of me then grabbed the spoon dipping it into the sour cream and then spreading the cream over the slices of my French toast. I then added the cut-up slices of cucumber evenly on the toasts and I squirted the lemon juice on top of both slices. The mere sight had my stomach grumbling and my eyes twinkled with delight. I took my knife and cut the slices into bite size pieces. Taking my fork, I brought a piece to my mouth and moaned at the taste, closing my eyes in the process. I then took a drink of my milkshake and moaned yet again at the combination of the exotic taste of my food with my sweet drink. After finishing my breakfast, I leaned back satisfied and full.