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

eighteen || Warm Welcome

The next day
29th of March, 2022
Tuesday morning
8.21am

Zayn slightly scrunched his nose as he woke up to a pair of soft lips prepping kisses all over his neck, making him shift into a more comfortable position. It was too early in the morning for him, the sun was beaming through the thin curtains and shining on the bed. He fluttered his eyes open and blinked a little at the sudden brightness, his gaze meeting with Liam's face. He smiled.

"Morning baby." The brunette greeted him ever-so softly, rubbing at his waist. Zayn hummed in respond and moved to cuddle himself into Liam's side, burying his face into his neck.

Liam chuckled fondly at that and kissed the side of his head, earning a soft good morning from the pregnant lad. So soft, that it barely even reached a whisper. Zayn wrapped his arms around him and rested his head in the crook of his neck, giggling softly as the older man hugged him tightly. They stayed like this for a good few minutes, neither of them saying a single because they didn't want to ruin the moment between them.

Zayn traced Liam's sleeve tattoos, admiring the art that the latter was smothered in. His fingers slowly moved down to the businessman's large hand and he slipped his fingers through his, locking them to hold hands. He grinned in success, glancing up to see Liam smiling with his eyes closed.

"What are you doing?" He murmured and nuzzled his nose into Zayn's soft curls.

"Nothing," Zayn giggled lazily and pressed his lips against his skin, shifting his head to kiss his birthmark. Liam tilted his head a little to the side, giving him some access. The dark haired boy startled the older latter's waist, pushing him back on the bed. He got on top of him, grinning down at the brunette.

"What are you doing?" Liam questioned again with a soft laugh, watching Zayn curiously as he placed his hands on his curved waist. His eyes scanned him, taking in the beauty. Zayn's sun-kissed skin was shimmering in the light, his lips still a little swollen from the other night and his hair a tousled mess. He looked breathtaking – as always.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?" Liam asked cluelessly, but he knew what Zayn was talking about.

"As if I'm the only person in the world." The dark haired boy grinned a little before he leaned down, hovering a little over Liam.

Liam chuckled lowly and placed his hand on his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. "You're just so beautiful." He whispered, brushing their lips.

Zayn blushed at the compliment. "Can I- can I ask you something?" He suddenly asked, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"Sure, what is it?"

"If I had told you about the baby four- four years ago... you know... before- before you beat me up... would you have still laid a finger on me?" He asked shyly, looking away from Liam's eyes.

Liam stared at him, not sure what to say. "I–" before he could even respond, the sound of the elevator came from downstairs, both men freezing.

"Zayn?" Evan's voice suddenly sounded through the large penthouse.

Zayn's eyes widened at that. "Fuck!" He squeaked and quickly got off Liam. "You have to hide." He whispered slash yelled at him before picking up all of his clothes and throwing them on the bed. He pulled grabbed his silky smooth robe and tied it up, looking back at Liam who was trying to get dressed.

"Hide and don't make a sound." He warned him with a glare, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him. He inhaled a deep breath, biting his lip anxiously before walking towards the stairs. He looked down the balcony-like floor and saw Evan looking for him downstairs, smiling a little.

"Hey baby," he spoke up loudly, heading down the steps and basically jumping into his arms, "what are you doing home so early?" He turned him around so his back faced the balcony-like floor, looking up at him. He wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and leaned his head to the side.

"I felt bad so I thought I might come back for a few days before flying to Australia." The twenty-two year old smiled down at his partner and dipped his head down, kissing him hello. Zayn hummed and returned the sweet gesture, placing a hand on the back of his head.

He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at the door of the bedroom. He moved his head away and patted his lover's chest. "Why don't you go take a nice relaxing bath and I'll join you in a minute... yeah?" He smirked up at him a little and pecked his lips.

Evan grinned and nodded his head. "Of course. Don't take too long."

"I won't." Zayn winked and watched Evan head towards the bathroom which was right down the hall. He waited until the door closed and headed back up the stairs, walking into the room to see Liam all dressed and ready.

The brunette looked up when he heard the door and stood up. "Where is he?"

"He's getting ready for bath. You need to leave now." Zayn told him and made sure there was nothing left of him that could make Evan suspicious. He also noticed that Liam took care of the sheets.

"I'm on my way." The businessman chuckled and walked up to him, leaning in for a kiss. But Zayn curved him, turning his face away from him.

"Not now Liam..." he shook his head and looked up at him, noticing the frown on the brunette's lips.

"Right." Liam cleared his throat. "Of course. I'm gonna- I'm gonna go now." He said and grabbed his blazer, brushing passed Zayn. The dark haired latter sighed softly and turned around, following after to make sure he wasn't going to get caught. Liam took the stairs since the elevator was too risky and Zayn pursed his lips as the door closed.

He shook his head and soon enough joined Evan in the bathroom, giving him a warm welcome home gift.

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Let the real angst begin🙂