Twitta// Z.M

Fifty-eight

Justine's POV

"Mari, how am I supposed to tell him?" I sobbed out. Currently Kamari and I were sitting in our shared bathroom staring at a little stick in my hand that held a positive sign.

"You just go up to him and tell him. He helped make the baby, he obviously is going to support it" Kamari shrugged and snuggled further into the bathtub, her legs were hanging out the side and a pillow laid behind her head.

"I mean yea, but we're so young.. and.. I'm just getting started in my career. I don't want to lose everything I've worked so hard for." I rubbed at my temples.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

"Well.. I hate to say this but.. there's always abortion."

"Oh fuck no, I'm having this baby no matter what. Unless God comes down and puts me through a miscarriage, I'm not aborting this baby. Kamari, I haven't even heard the baby's heartbeat and I'm so in love. Hell, I've only known about the baby for 2 hours and I love him or her crazy.. but what if Zayn doesn't feel the same? Our relationship has been through some things.. but not something like this."

Kamari swung her legs over the side of the tub and placed her hands on both sides— slightly lifting her body, but before getting up she turned to me.

"The best advice I can give you is to go with what your heart is telling you to do. Your head will tell you fucked up stuff but your heart will tell you the truth. All I know is that no matter what, this man deserves to know about this child because he laid down with you to make him or her and he has to pick up his responsibilities and be a man. This is God or Allah or whoever the hell, telling and showing both of you that you're strong enough. God don't just give babies to everyone." Kamari preached and I started at her with wide eyes. This is the most serious talk we've ever had.

"But what about the good people that can't have babies? Or what about the prostitutes that get pregnant or the people who do drugs? I love me some God, but I don't think your claim is correct." I stood up and rubbed my semi-flat tummy. There's always been a tiny pudge there, but now there's a baby inside that pudge.

"Nigga, did you not watch Hannah Montana. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days. Meaning God can make mistakes too that aren't really mistakes to him but to us, yes." Kamari tried to fully pull her body up but lost her footing. Her foot went up and somehow turned the water faucet and, of course, the drain thing was already up, so cold water splashed out of the shower head all over her and her pillow.

"See, God did that on purpose, that wasn't no mistake." I laughed out and then left the bathroom.

•••
Zayn's House

"It's now or never Jussy. You got this, you're a strong, independent, black woman who just so happens to be pregnant BUT that changes nothing because you love the baby and Zayn will too because it's your baby." I rambled to myself as I walked up the drive way to Zayn's house. I could imagine a future here, Zayn, the baby, and I. The beautiful stature of the house intimidated me though. What if he doesn't want this baby?

My heart would honestly break.

I walked up to the front door and rang the door bell.

"You got this. You got this. You got this." I repeated over and over lowly under my breathe.

"Coming!" A voice yelled once I range the doorbell again. The voice wasn't familiar, it was a female voice.. and now that I listen more, I can hear a few more female voices, ranging in age and a deep male voice. I can only hear murmurs, not their actual sentences but for some reason... I feel like this is a bad time to tell Zayn.

Before I could turn around and change my mind, the huge white door swung open an. There stood an older woman with dark hair and brown eyes near to Zayn's. She was about my height and on her face held a huge smile.

This was his mother.

"Hello dear, and you're here for?" She asked politely, her accent was hard to understand but being around Zayn has it's benefits.

"Hi, I, uh... I was wondering if Zayn was around. I.. we.. it's important." The sentence was chopped and chocked our. His mother raised her eyebrows but squinted lowly.

"Are you a fan? I appreciate you supporting my Zayn but this is inappropriate. How did you get past the gates? I won't hesitate to call security if need be." His mother spoke, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"No.. ma'am, Zayn... he's... well, he's my boyfriend." I, again, chocked our. This was NOT how I planned to meet his mother.

"Ohh.. Justine is it?" She questioned and I frantically nodded my head. I could tell that the look of fear was present on my face.

The previous scowl that was on Zayn's mother's face had been replaced with a huge smile, kinda like the one she held when she opened the door.

"Goodness, me. Excuse my rude introduction. I've just so protective of my sonshine. She's my only boy so I have extreme mummy instincts. It's so nice to finally meet you, my Zayn has been talking about you non-stop since we've arrived. Oh, where are my manners, come in, come in. I'll go get Zayn. I'm Trisha by the way." She rambled our. She reminded me so much of Zayn after we had gotten more comfortable with each other. It was truly adorable how alike these two were.

"Zayn, babe. Justine is here." His mom called out and then she turned back to me.

"You must be starved. We have smacked and drinks in the living room along with my husband and the girls. They'd be delighted to meet you!"

"Oh okay, thank you! I really have to speak with Zayn first but if he'll have me, I'd love to join you all after." I smiled warmly, my nerves going down because of how nice Trisha has been.

"Oh alright. Here comes Zayn, I'll leave you two." As if on cue, Zayn turned a corner and started walking towards Trisha and I. Trisha gave my arm a squeeze and then hurried back to the living room with her family.

"Babe? What're you doin here?" Zayn asked, a small smile on his face.

"I.. we have to talk." And the nerves are back.

"Okay..." Zayn's smile faltered a bit but I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed his lips.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Zayn questioned once our lips were detached.

"We've been together for a while now, months! And I really like what we have and I don't ever want to lose you, ever." I rushed out, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

"Baby, you won't lose me. Ever. What's this about? Are you depressed? Babe, you can talk to me whenever you want, I will never judge you... or, wait, are you having doubts about us. I can promise you I'm never going anywhere, when we were broken up for that short period of time I hated it so much it was like hell for me, I don't ever want to feel that ag-" Zayn rambled but I cut him off.

"I'm pregnant." And then silence covered the hall.

"You're.. you are... you're what?"

"I'm pregnant. Ya know, when a guy and girl have sex and they forget to use a condom, the sperm and egg meet and are like 'hey lets have a baby' and then they make something called a fetus which some people believe isn't a baby but I think that's absu-" Now I was the one that was rambling.

"I love you." He cut me off, and I just stared at him.

"I love you so much Justine. Oh my gosh, we're going to be parents! I'm going to be a dad!" He spoke and then pulled me into a sweet huge and before peppering kisses all over my face.

"I. Love. You." He spoke in between each kiss before finally meeting my lips. My arms swung around his neck and I felt tears forming in my eyes.

When we pulled away, we just stared at each other before I whisper back;

"I love you too."

•••

Tbh I have been planning this for foreverrrrrr, but I didn't want to rush it, but since the book is almost over, I thought WHY NOT!

Plus I love babies with everything in me bc OMG THEY ARE TOO FREAKING CUTE.