In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

nine || You did - what!?

5 days later
24th of March, 2022
Thursday afternoon
4.02pm
Malik-Jones Penthouse

It's been five days since the dinner party. Three days since his kiss with Liam. He hasn't been to university for over a week now because for one, he wanted to avoid him and Vincent after seeing them kiss in the hallway. Now, he was mainly avoiding them because of his and Liam's session. The guilt had grown throughout the past few days, just bubbling up inside of him ready to burst any minute. It got even worse when he had to lie to his own boyfriend why he wasn't going to school. His excuse was his morning sickness.

Zayn was sitting on one of the leathered couches in the lounging area, a sketchbook in his lap, a warm cuppa resting beside him and Angel laying sprawled on his legs. He wasn't wearing much – just some dark knee socks and one of Evan's dress shirt as well as a pair of bright red laced panties underneath. His phone played one of his favorite songs, the twenty-one year old humming along to it.

He has been sketching the entire day, not sure what else to do. He tried watching tv – there was just a load of bullshit. He tried cooking – ate all of it within ten minutes. He tried baking – also ate all of it within ten minutes. He tried going on a walk with Angel – ended up kicking back on the couch with his sketchbook. He hasn't been that productive today, too lazy to do anything. So he just drew and drew and drew. So far, he managed to fill out four blank pages.

Zayn picked up his cup and took a sip of his still warm tea, humming softly. He licked his lips, guiding his pencil over the paper. If he was completely honest, Liam has been stuck in his mind of the past few days. The kiss they shared drove him crazy. There was a feeling rising inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time and the uni student didn't know whether it was just something that would come and go or if it was permanent. But he knew that right now, it wasn't going away.

Most of his sketches ended up being Liam. Simply because his mind was just on him instead of anything else. He drew him even how he remembered him in high school, wearing his significant varsity jacket and having the curly hairstyle he loved so much. Knowing that Liam shaved them off, made him mad. But the brunette being bald was sexy as well. Even with his scruffy beard that Zayn would love to feel between his legs aga–

The familiar ding reached the latter's ears as soon as the elevator arrived at the penthouse, making him lift his head and look over. Angel was already dashing towards lift, barking in excitement when she saw Evan walk into their luxurious home. For some reason, Zayn always knew that Angel loved Evan more than she did him. Despite their bond being strong, the golden retriever often chose Evan over him. Nevertheless, he loved how much Angel loved his boyfriend. It was truly adorable.

The Canadian man smiled big when he saw her run up to him and immediately kneeled down, letting the four year old pupper slobber his face with kisses and jump on him. Due to her slight weight, the impact almost caused the businessman to lose his balance but managed it seconds later, hugging the golden retriever.

The dark haired beauty watched them with find and pushed his glasses back up his nose, placing his cuppa on the coffee table before getting up. He placed his sketchbook beside after closing it and walked up to his boyfriend. Evan stood up properly once angel was done, looking up at him.

Zayn greeted him with a kiss, the older lad gladly returning it with a satisfied hum. He grinned a little against his lips and placed a hand on his cheek while the other was placed on the back of his head, slightly gripping at his soft brown curls.

"Hey baby." Evan smiled dazedly once they pulled away from their affectionate hello, licking his lips.

"I've missed you." Zayn wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders. "How was work?"

"Stressful," the Canadian man sighed tiredly, pouting a little.

Zayn cooed at his boyfriend's adorable pout and smiled fondly, pecking it. "You need a stress reliever?" He offered, running his hand down his chest and wrapping the tie around his hand.

"I wish, but we can't." Evan bit his lip and looked down at him. "We have plans tonight." He emphasized. "Actually in like," He paused and checked his Rolex wrist watch, looking at the time, "three hours."

"What do you mean with plans?"

"I was going to call you but I got too caught up with work that I eventually forgot." The twenty-two year old scratched at the back of his head with a forced laugh, Zayn stepping back a little and eyeing his skeptically.

"What plans Evan?" The pregnant boy placed his hands on his hips and gave his partner a certain look, his foot impatiently tapping against the polished floor.

Evan swallowed thickly. "I invited Liam and Vincent over for dinner... tonight... at- at seven..." he trailed, his voice getting quieter with each word. He knew how much Zayn hated it when he made plans without consulting him with them.

The dark haired beauty blankly stared at Evan. "You did – what!?" His heartbeat increased when he heard Liam's name come from his boyfriend's mouth and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Liam was coming over for dinner with his boyfriend. He could already sense the trouble that was bound to happen. He hasn't seen Liam ever since the party and honestly, he was afraid of facing him. Who knows what could happen.

"I'm sorry, but I thought it might be a good idea that we- uh, get to know them more since we're going to be partners... I even said you were going to make your famous chicken casserole." Evan looked down at his shoes ashamed, Zayn's chest clenching a little. The guilt was evident in his lover's voice and it made him curse himself for reacting like that.

He sighed. "It's fine baby." He assured him with a soft voice and grabbed his face, lifting his head so their eyes could meet. "I'll cook the dinner tonight." He gave him a small smile, the man's frown turning into a big smile as excitement lingered on his face.

"Really?"

"Yes," Zayn chuckled, "but I need you to go shopping. We don't have much in the fridge anyways and I need something for my cravings too."

"I'm on it princess." Evan kissed Zayn's lips before he dashed passed him to get himself changed since he couldn't stand wearing his suit again. Angel was quick to follow her father and barked excitingly, not thinking much of it. She just enjoyed running around with them.

The twenty-one year old smiled and shook his head at him before his smile disappeared as he thought about what was going to happen. He was going to face Liam again after five days and he wasn't up for it at all. Yet he would do anything to make his boyfriend happy and if it meant seeing the brunette, so be it. Even if the guilt was eating him up alive.