Missing Pieces - z.m.

thirty-seven

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HOPE'S POV

"Try this on," Gemma said, giving me a dress. "Oh, this looks amazing, try it on as well."

"Alright, I'll be right out," I said, grabbing the dresses and entering the change room.

We were currently looking for wedding dresses. It was the last thing that we had to do. We looked for ones for two days, but we couldn't find the perfect one. Hopefully, I find the perfect one here. We have decided on the wedding date, which is going to be three weeks from now. The boys all have their suits, the girls have their dresses, the wedding arrangements are done, and everything is going well. I just turned twenty, and although to some getting married at twenty may be weird and seems like it's early to get married at this age, Zayn and I were ready. We loved each other and we both wanted this, so all was well. 

"Gemma, this is too tight," I tell her, looking at my mom, sister and the boys' moms to see their expressions. They all looked like they didn't like it. 

"Look, it doesn't even sit well on my chest," I explain to her.

"It looked nice, but not nice on," Gemma said. "Okay then, try the other one on."

I took the dress off and put the other one on. I examined myself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful and I was absolutely in love with it. It fit me perfectly and it was just what I wanted. It sat well on my chest area, and flowed all the way to the bottom. It was lace at the top, fading into white until the bottom part of it, and that was my favorite thing about it. As I looked at myself, a conversation that Zayn and I had before clouded my mind. We were talking about what we wanted after the wedding.

*FLASHBACK* HOPE'S POV

I was licking my chocolate ice cream just as Zayn spoke. "Hope."

"Yes, Zayn?" I answered.

"How many kids do you want?" he asked me with all seriousness.

"Mm, I've always wanted four. I imagined myself being a mother of four, two girls and two boys," I tell him, smiling at the memory of me telling my mother that I wanted to have two boys and two girls when I grew up. "What about you? How many kids do you want?"

He ate his ice cream before answering. "Honestly, I want as much as you'd allow me to have."

I blushed. He poked my cheek.

"Zayn, we can have as many kids as you want," I told him truthfully. 

"So if I told you I want eleven, you'd allow that?" he asked me, being serious.

I almost choke on my ice cream. "Are you serious? Eleven?"

"Yes, why not?" he asked me. 

"Isn't that, too much?" I asked him. "I think six is fine."

"I'm kidding with you, I want six kids. Oh, but if you'd let me have eleven, I wouldn't mind," he winked at the end.