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

twenty-five || Daddy's here

4 days later
18th of May, 2022
Wednesday morning
2.06pm

"I feel fat and ugly!"

A sniffle left the pregnant latter as he looked over at his boyfriend, a visible pout on his lips. He was seated on their bed, wearing a pair of grey sweats and oversized sweater whilst their bed was covered in junk food. Rover and Angel were lying on it as well, watching their owner throw his tantrum. It's been like this for almost an hour now. The two were actually planning on heading out to lunch with their friends but Zayn was being stubborn and complaining about his weight gain. Evan grew a little frustrated at his partner's behavior but he was already used to this.

"Baby, please. We promised them we would–"

"I'm not going." Zayn stubbornly crosses his arms, shaking his head. "I look disgusting and I'm ashamed to walk out that door." He motioned towards their bedroom door whilst keeping a hard gaze on Evan. The Canadian man rubbed at his face and exhaled deeply, trying to stay calm.

"How many times do I have to tell you this, baby?" Evan questioned. He walked over to Zayn's bedside, cupping his face and making him look him deeply in the eyes. "You are not fat. You are not ugly. You are the most beautiful human being I have ever met in my life and I am so fucking lucky to call you mine."

The dark haired lad looked up at his lover, completely baffled by what he just said. His hazel eyes were big and his lips were in a small frown, yet his heart skipped a beat. What did he do to deserve him? Without thinking much, he pulled the older guy down on the bed and smashed their lips together.

"I love you so much." He mumbled over and over between every kiss, straddling him on the bed. Evan showed no signs of struggling nor hesitation, kissing him back without a problem.

"Does this mean you'll go?"

The dark haired beauty nodded his head. He smiled softly and pecked his lips once more before getting up and off the bed. He giggled softly, his mood having changed way too quickly. But it's been happening often. Due to the mood swings and the hormones he's been having. It was nothing out of the ordinary though. He's been growing more and more each day and their gender reveal party wasn't even a day away. Zayn was quite excited to know what the gender was because he couldn't wait to start working on the nursery for their baby.

He hummed happily and made himself ready for the day, changing into some classy, but comfortable enough to fit his bump in.

Meanwhile....

Liam was sitting in his office, going through some files and contracts and trying to get a view on what was what. He was close to losing his mind due to how much work was overflowing his desk and it was stressing him out. He kept gripping at the short hair on his head, anxiously chewing open his bottom lip.

He's been extremely busy with dealing with new clients and buying off three companies that were going bankrupt. He had no time for Vincent nor did he see his son in nearly a week. He hasn't even been talking to Zayn. He decided to take the hint and just drop it. As much as he still loved him, they both had different lives and the two just weren't meant to be. But he still knew he wanted him. More than anyone else in the world.

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when a knock appeared on his door, making him lift his head. "Come in!" He called out loudly, the door opening and it revealing his assistant. "Yes?" He asked her, taking off his glasses.

"Your son is on line two sir."

The brunette narrowed his brows at that. He looked over at his phone and noticed line two was blinking, grabbing his phone and pressing on it. He put it against his ear. "Baby? What are you doing on the phone? Where's mommy?" He asked a little worried and looked over at his assistant, telling her she can leave again with a thankful smile.