|just tell me that you love me z.m.|

.5

"I know you don't mean it." Bella said, looking at the wooden floor and the fireplace before them. It was a new home, a new place with many memories to be made.

It was a flat, two bedroom apartment which was much smaller than their old one.

They were on the first floor, and it was a home where disabled people lived which was funded by the government.

They laid on their bed, staring at the fireplace and whispering things.

Snow was in the corner of their bedroom, slowly lulling herself to sleep.

"Bella I want a family."

"Since when?" Bella laughed.

"Ive just..been thinking. Im only getting older and we've been together for years. We almost died, Bells. And the only regret I had was not having a child."

"Are you..able to?" Bella asked, looking up into his eyes.

"While you were in the bathroom I spoke to my therapist..she said that nothing has changed." Zayn said, silently begging she'd agree to the compromise.

"Can I..think about it? A kid is a lot of responsibility and..like you said, I-I'm young."

"You don't want to have children with me?"

"Of course I do I just don't know if right now is the right time.. I feel like we're rushing into things. Y'know?" Bella spoke softly, making sure he understood her words.

"No, I don't." He said, disappointment laced in his voice.

He knew what was going to happen eventually, he just hoped this would prolong the inevitable.