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

twenty-six || The Gender Reveal Party

The next day
19th of May, 2022
Thursday afternoon
4.56pm
Malik's summer house
Long Island, New York

"This is going to be great." Zayn smiled as he wrapped his arms around Evan's bicep, the couple walking out onto the back porch. The party was already up and running, all the guests busying themselves with small conversations and food. The kids that they brought along were running around, mostly playing by the water and throwing stones just to see how far they could pitch.

In less than two hours, Zayn and Evan were going to finally reveal the gender of their baby. They were more than thrilled to find out and already discussed what the room was going to look like – no matter girl or boy.

"It is." Evan hummed in agreement. He turned his head to look at his glowing boyfriend, a soft smile forming on his lips. He could tell that the pregnant lad was more excited than he was with the way he was so jumpy.

"I'm going to go check on my mum in the kitchen." Zayn giggled and pecked Evan's lips before letting go of his arm and heading back inside. He walked towards the kitchen, rubbing at his bump.

"Hey mum," He smiled when he spotted the older woman stand in front of the kitchen counter, fixing up the last bit of frosting on the cake. She looked up, grinning at her child.

"Hello dear," Trisha hummed and placed the tube aside, licking at her thumb, "how can I help you?" She asked him sweetly, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"I just wanted to check up on you." Zayn's eyes were fixated on the large cake, starting to feel a little hungry.

"Well I'm fine love, thank you." Trisha assured him with a chuckle. "Why don't you go join Evan back outside? I'll be done in a few minutes. Ugh, I can't wait till you find out what the gender is, you're going to be so happy." She gushed before shooing him out of the kitchen, the pregnant boy pouting.

"But mu–" before he could even finish his sentence, the door to the kitchen was already closed. Zayn huffed at that and cupped his bump, going back outside. He ran his fingers through his long hair, having decided to keep his curls open instead of tying them in a knot. He looked around, eyes landing on Evan who was talking to a couple but he couldn't really tell who it was from where he was standing. He forgot his glasses at home.

The dark haired latter scrunched his brows, shaking his way towards his boyfriend. As he got closer, he could slowly recognize who he was talking with. Once reaching him, he noticed it were Vincent and Liam. His smile slightly dropped.

"Vincent, Liam, what are you doing here?" He tried sounding polite, but it still came out a little bitter. His eyes were focused on the brunet standing in front of him, not wanting to check him out although he did look good.

"Evan invited us." Vincent said all jiddy and happy like the type of guy he was, smiling excitingly.

"Did he now?" Zayn lifted one of his brows, looking up at his boyfriend. "That's... nice of him."

"Figured since they're close friends, they should join in on such a great experience." The older man smiled and moved his gaze to look Zayn in the eyes, his smile dropping a little at the glimpse in his lover's orbs.

"We're excited to know what the gender is." Liam finally spoke up with a hum, taking a sip of the blue champagne. There was a sudden tension rising between them, an awkward silence building up around the atmosphere.

Though, it was interrupted when a blond haired boy walked up to the small group, his arms clinging around Liam's legs. "Daddy, I wanna go home." The boy whined, tugging at his trousers and pouting.