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

2.3

"Turn left." The blue eyes girl instructs. They were in Bella's car, driving Safaa to her daily dance practice with ice cream in their hands.

"So this ends at eight, right?" Bella asks.

"Yes. Thank you." Safaa smiles, sitting down with crossed legs which were covered in black leggings. She wore a tight fitting green army colored shirt and her hair in a bun. She wore adidas on her feet and ate the ice cream Bella bought her happily. Zayn sat in his wheelchair with his eyes watching outside the window. They were taking Safaa to dance practice.

"Alright we'll be here before you're done. You have my number, just in case you need anything."

"Thank you. Bye Bella. Bye Zayn." Safaa says, walking into her dance studio. Bella drives back to the empty Malik's home. Bella turns her head back to see Zayn, a bright smile on her face.

"What's wrong?" Bella pouts, unbuckling her seatbelt and gliding through the opening of the passenger and drivers seat immaturely. She sits next to Zayn's special seat.

"I'm worried to Waliyha. She's undergoing surgery as we speak." Zayn explained, looking down at his fumbling hands.

"She'll be alright, Zayn. There's no point in stressing about it." Bella says gently, taking his shaking hand in both of her small ones. Trisha and Yaser were in the hospital room, waiting for a doctor who would dictate how they spend the rest of human eternity. Heartbroken over yet again another loss of a child, or happy and praising God for the rejuvenating of one child.

Safaa and Zayn wanted to be there but Trisha refused. She said she didn't want Safaa to miss yet another day of rehearsal, but all the adults knew that wasn't the reason. In case there was bad news, and the surgery failed. Trisha didn't want Safaa to remember her sister that way.

All cut up, bloody, and weak. Safaa and Zayn saw her sister before the surgery, and they said their 'I love you's' then.

She opens the door and presses a button which dismounts Zayn from the vehicle. She takes Zayn's arm and wraps it around her neck, one hand holding onto the railing as they walked up the stairs to enter the home. Bella lays Zayn down on the small leather couch which sat in the foyer, before walking outside again to get his wheelchair. Zayn frowns as Bella gently places him back on his seat and strolls him to his teenage bedroom which had its own bathroom.

"I can do it myself-"

"No, you can't Z. How are we going to be husband and wife someday if you're embarrassed of me bathing you? Through illness and in health my love." Bella says, turning the knob of the faucet to warm water. She carefully took off his shirt, revealing the gallery of tattoos on the masterpiece that was his body.

Bella presses her lips to her tattoo, the one between the angel wings. She smiled and kissed up to his collarbone then neck, hand fumbling with the button of his pants. He groaned rasping and pushed her head down to his pants. She smiled and shook her head before taking off the denim jeans.

Zayn hated this daily ritual. Bella would always bathe him and he loathed it because of two things. 1.) It made him feel useless. Babies need others to bathe them, not grown men. 2.) Bella was an incorrigible tease and it was torture- feeling her hands all over his body except the one place he wanted her small hands the most.

She picked him up and laid him in the tub which was filled with bubbles.

"I'm not two, Bells." He complained, with an adorable pout on his face. Bella giggled and passed the loofa over his chest.

"Then stop acting like it." Bella grinned. She enjoyed this too much. Zayn was always so dominant. In ever aspect. His personality, his enigma behind closed doors, and his intellectual side. He was never hesitant nor needing assistance. This simple act of kindness made Bella happy because, for once, she felt needed.

Zayn rolled his eyes, "if you want to see a two year old then you'll get a two year old." In one quick motion, he managed to get Bella soaked in bubbly water. He took soap in both hands and blew it on her face.

"I hate you!" Bella giggled. She looked down at her white dress shirt. "Ugh look what you did." She frowned, taking it off so she was in only red lingerie.

"Me? I'm an innocent two year old." Zayn said, the previous doleful look in his eyes replaced with one of desire.

"Okay.. it's a shame, you were doing so well I thought we could resume what we were doing before your bath.. but since you went back in time and are now two years old I don't thi-"

"Stop talking, and start sucking." Zayn demanded, pulling Bella into the water.