struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 34: Mansion

I made it.

I made it through.

I made it through it with Chelsea.

I knew we could make it together. We found happiness as we struggled with the hate. We are still struggling with the hate though, the hate never ends. But we did ignore everyone who tried to separate our relationship, and now I am here holding Zachary in my arms while the nurse wheels Chelsea's wheelchair. I can hear her scolding at me for leaving her behind, but I'm so amused of having our baby against my chest. I never thought this could feel indescribable. Pure happiness, pure gladness, this little guy is already bringing gold to this family.

When I saw Harry with Amanda dealing with Darcy, and Chelsea being jealous of them, I thought having a kid was a waste of time... I was very ignorant and I wasn't ready at all. But I knew I wanted to have a family with Chelsea. I couldn't keep her with me without forming a family, her own family; a family is what she never had. I know she wanted a real family that she could feel happy with. And I couldn't keep myself ignorant.

"Zayn?" Chelsea's voice is barely audible, she sounds shy and scared. I turn around and I notice that the nurse wasn't there and that she was wheeling herself. "I'm... I, uh..." She doesn't seem to make up a sentence. Her eyes on Zachary made me understand what she wanted.

I walk closer to her and she looks up to him, I lean the baby towards her and she protectively and softly carries Zachary in her arms.

"This little guy is going to break a lot of hearts, huh?" I tell Chelsea and she nods vaguely.

I kneel down instead of wheeling her into the elevator but we stay in the middle of the hallway where few nurses and doctors are running or walking. Right now, I can see the two of them. Everything else is blurry.

I put my hands on her knees and she meets my eyes.

"Just like his father." She winks.

I caress her cheek and she leans, pressing her lips on my forehead. I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear and kiss her lips.

We kiss our son before I stand up, walk behind her and push her wheel and removing my hands from the handle. She scolds again and I laugh, wheeling her slowly into the elevator.

"I don't know how we're going to work this out." Chelsea says as the elevator closed and we're alone.

"But we will work it out somehow." I run my fingers through her hair.

"But you will be working again and I have to take my classes online again, I can't lose a year. I need all my credits, I..."

"We planned this."

"It's not going how we planned."

"Chels." I take a deep breath, "One Direction isn't together anymore. Don't you remember Modest firing us?"

"What if the band comes together again? A lot of managements would like to make a contract with you."

"I don't know." I shrug. "But either way, we will work this out. Together. We always make it through..."

"Jesus, I forgot..." She groans, "We don't have a room for the baby or anything... shit."

"Language, Moore." I remind her.

She thinks we're going back to the flat. Thing is, we're going to our new house. Paul helped me prepare everything, but we don't have anything in the fridge yet.

I should go to the grocery store after I surprise her.

The ride to our house in Manchester is exhausting, Chelsea passed out in the backseat but the baby was still awake, making noises.