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

nineteen || Don't fall for it Zayn

2 days later
31st of March, 2022
Thursday evening
6.12pm
Malik Residence
Brookville, New York

"Tasha, sweetie, no running in the house!"

Zayn chuckled softly as Louis tried to calm his two kids which were chasing each other around the Mansion, a huff leaving the caramel haired man. They were both currently seated in the living room whilst everyone else was taking care of the food.

"So Zayn," Louis shifted his attention back to his brother-in-law, patting his knee, "how are things going with Evan?" He teasingly wiggled his brows at him, rubbing his large bump.

"We're great." Zayn responded with a hum. He looked over at his niece and nephew who were arguing over Tasha's doll, smiling fondly at them.

"Yeah? Is he still good in bed?"

"Louis!" Toni scowled at his husband as he entered the living room, overhearing his question.

"What?" Louis grinned and watched him walk up to them. "I'm just curious." He giggled as his partner smothered him with kisses before moving on to their kids, breaking up the loud argument.

Zayn chuckled. "I'm not answering that." He leaned himself back against the couch and tilted his head.

"It's been four years and you're still not spilling the beans? I mean seriously? That guy got you pregnant so he must be great." Louis puffed and pouted like a little child, looking over at his son who came wobbling towards him with tears streaming down his chubby face. The two year old cried for his mommy and made grabby hands, up at him.

Louis was about to pick the crying boy up, but Toni stopped him. "Don't even think about it Louis." He warned and pointed his finger at him. "He's trying to play the victim again after he stole his sister's doll. Don't give him any attention and do not mother him. We've been through this."

"But–"

"No buts!" Toni gave his husband a certain look and the caramel haired man just rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine." He sighed and frowned a little as he looked down at Amir, feeling bad since his son was crying even more now. The two year old, as always, threw a dramatic tantrum by crying and stomping his feet around. He was whining and kicking the furniture, a habit of his whenever he was mad or sad – or even both.

Zayn cooed a little at that, making Amir walk up to him and make grabby hands with a visible pout on his small lips.

"Don't fall for it Zayn." His brother warned him yet the pregnant boy went against him and licked his nephew up, the two year old suddenly smiling and happy that at least someone was giving him attention. "I know, your father is a big old meanie." Zayn spoke in a baby voice, kissing Amir's cheek which caused the boy to break into fits of giggling.

"You are weak." Toni scoffed and made a dramatic exit with Tasha in his arms, his daughter ending up laughing at his father's silliness.

"How can you live with that?" Zayn snorted and looked at Louis who was smiling fondly to himself while watching Toni leave. He was amazed at how long he could handle living with his brother. It was a mystery to him if he was honest. He already hated having lived with him for more than fourteen years. He didn't know how Louis could do it. But judging by the glimpse of pure love and adoration written all over his clear blue eyes, he somehow could manage having his dramatic ass around twenty-four seven.

"I don't know, honestly." Louis chuckled. "But I can manage." He glanced over at his husband one last time, the smile not leaving his lips.

Zayn hummed and looked down Amir who was now cuddled up in his chest, playing with his long hair. His head was resting in the crook of his neck and he was sucking on the blue pacifier in his mouth, finally calmed down from his tantrum. The twenty-one year old could hear him sniffle and make soft whining noises as he wipes his eyes, cheeks tear stained from crying.

Zayn's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket which made him narrow his brows. He picked Amir up and placed him beside his father before he struggled a little while getting up.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked a little confused and watched him get up, raising one of his brows.

"I'm getting a call." Zayn said and pulled his phone out from his pocket, checking the caller I.D. His heart did a acrobatic flip in his chest and he bit his lip, his face slight heating up.

"Ohhh? Is it Evan?" His brother-in-law Song sang, smirking as he watched the younger latter blush even more than he was already doing. Zayn giggled but didn't reply and quickly made his way out of the living room, heading towards the backyard. He glanced back, walking out onto the from porch and sliding the door closed behind him.

He answered the call minutes later. "I'm busy Li–"

"I fucking miss you Zayn. Why are you ignoring my texts?" Liam's voice cut him off breathlessly, Zayn's eyebrows scrunching together.

"Did you just get done fucking Vincent?" The dark haired lad spoke bitterly, his jaw slightly clenching as jealousy rose inside of him.

"What?" Liam asked confused. "No. I just got done training- jealous much?" The cheekiness was laced in his voice, making Zayn roll his eyes at him.

"What do you want?"

"Meet me at the mandarin oriental tonight."

"I'm busy Liam. I'm at my parents house..."

"Come after then. Please?"

"Why?"

"You've been ignoring me for the past two days. I can't stop thinking about you. Please Zayn, I need to see you again. Face to face."

"Why at a hotel?"

"Secret Rendezvous." Liam hummed with a low French accent, the younger boy literally hearing the grin in his voice.

"No." Zayn's teeth sunk into his bottom lip as a small blush formed on his sun-kissed cheeks. "We're not- I'm not–"

"Come on baby..." the man's voice was suddenly low and seductive, the dark haired beauty's heart beating fast. "I really miss you..." he whispered huskily into the phone, Zayn almost whimpering at the sound.

"I- I'll think about it..." He rubbed at his neck and licked his lips, the thought of Liam and him having sex again did things to him. Unexplainable ones.

"Meet me in room eight-o-three at 11 pm. Can't wait to see you again." With that, the line went dead, leaving Zayn a little shocked. He stared at his phone for a good few seconds before his thoughts were interrupted by his father, making him turn around swiftly.

"Dinner's ready." Yaser smiled at his youngest son.

Zayn nodded and returned it. "Thanks baba." He walked passed him, heading towards the huge dining room where everyone was gathered around the table, already fixing themselves some plates. He joined them with his father, and the family enjoyed a nice warm meal together as always.