struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 36: Ride

Zayn's POV

"Shitbag."

"I'll take it."

Chelsea hasn't slept after she lay down to sleep again; all she does is cry and insult me for bringing up the subject. I don't know how to cheer her up, but the only way that she could feel better is to cry. Sometimes crying is good. She collected all of her secrets in her heart and had them in her heart for a long time, it emotionally exploded her - and physically exploded her too, because here she is, broken, in bed in my arms as I try to comfort her. She lets me touch her and rub her arms, but she doesn't show the same affections like a few minutes ago when she told me she loved me.

Her crying is fading little by little when I feel her breathing coming back to normal and her body weakening against my chest. I pull her closer to me if that's possible and kiss her shoulder, tears falling on her soft skin and that's when I realise that I've been crying with her during this time.

She falls asleep a few minutes later.

**

Zachary was in his stroller I bought last night, his little eyes were looking at me and I couldn't help myself to kiss his cheeks, forehead and nose. I start softly caressing his feet right before I start making breakfast.

"Daddy is going to make breakfast for your mum," I yawn and open the fridge, taking out the eggs. "It's nothing different than the usual, same breakfast: eggs and shit." I laugh, "Not actually shit, I just say shit but we don't actually eat shit."

Zachary's eyes closed.

I bored my son.

"Daddy talks a lot of shit, right?" I stand and stare at him, he opens his mouth and closes it again, and then repeats, he warms my chest and I can't believe that right before my eyes, my son is here, "I am so happy to have you. I can't wait to take you to school, to play, to watch the game together. I can't wait for you to break a lot of hearts when you grow up."

"If you're trying to turn our son into an asshole, you can just you know... shut up."

Chelsea walks down the stairs, yawning and almost bumps her shoulder with the wall when she approached to Zachary. She notices that I'm cooking and she smiles, but it disappears when she sniffs.

"You haven't changed his diaper,"

"I don't know how to do that." I shrug.

"Wow, Zayn is daydreaming about taking Zachary all over the world and his son's diaper won't change."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..." Chelsea glares before she takes Zachy away.

Someone's cranky.

*

Chelsea's Pov

Who am I to judge Zayn?

Guess who also doesn't know how to change a diaper?

Me.

I stare at Zachy and I'm afraid to even change his diaper, what if I hurt him? He is moving his legs like if he's playing with himself and I help myself to not call Zayn for help. He's cooking and I don't want to bother him anymore. I sigh and look out of the window. I would ask Isabella for help but I think I bothered her a lot in the hospital. I would call Amanda but she has Darcy and I don't want to annoy her. There's Taylor but she haven't experienced this. Not even Jessica knows.