𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 [✔︎] [English and Spanish Translation]

10."Family of six"

-God, at some point my feet are going to burst. -Zayn complained when he lay on his bed ready to sleep. His seven-month-old belly was revealed by his shirt, which rose enough to take a look at his rounded abdomen. -Harry? Where the fuck is my husband?!

-Here I am baby, I'm sorry, I was helping Husa with his homework. How do you feel? -Harry asked approaching her husband to take off the tennis shoes he wore on his feet, which were his but for him they were much more comfortable because of his swollen feet and irritated by so much weight and pressure. Harry was trying to be the brave and patient here, Zayn was his everything and he knew how much it hurt to carry another human inside him.

-It doesn't matter, can you give me a foot massage? Please. Last time I try to do yoga with Niall, the stupid teacher is an idiot for dealing with a pregnant man, and last time I try to control my desire to go to the bathroom. Your daughter is greedy. -Zayn dropped her head on the pillows, feeling the softness of them on the sides of her face and neck, she felt the glory for him and for his back.

-Stop complaining about Azahara, just like me, you are also his father.

-Not so much, I'm her mother, we should get used to telling her to call me Mom, I like it when they call me Mom. -He confessed.

-Mom? Don't you like to be called baba?

-I like that they do it, of course, but I like it better that they tell me mom, I took them out of me after nine months, I breastfeed them, we take care of them both, I deserve to be called Mom. I like to be called Mom. -He smiled at him.

-Hmm, then that's fine, do you like me to call you a wife, then? -Harry smiled ladinously knowing where that conversation would go.

Zayn was surprised by how well that word was heard coming out of her husband's lips, wanting to tell him that he would repeat it, and he did not stop.

-Repeat it.

-Excuse me?

-Repeat it.

-Wife.

-God, come here and kiss my husband. -Zayn dramatized everything and pulled Harry's shirt to bring his face closer to his and finally be able to kiss him. "Now I like you to call me wife.

-My wife then, let's eat. Zara and Husa are hungry and prepare lasagna for dinner. -He mentioned before separating from him and winning a growl of frustration from the brown.

-Okay, come on, but help me sit down. Our daughter weighs and my back is killing me. -Harry nodded.

Both went down next to Golden to the room. Zara and Husain were having dinner while watching television.

-Okay, today I'll let you stay there, I'm tired to bother you. What did you do for dinner, honey? -He asked once inside the kitchen, seeing the pots of food on the stove.

-Pure potato and spaghetti with meat. Let me serve you, go sit down. -Harry let her husband sit in his place and took a plate out of the dishwasher to serve him. I take out the jug with cherry water that I had prepared and put everything in place before sitting next to it. - Do you want me to feed you in your mouth?

-Please. -He opened his mouth showing laziness in all its splendor. He was so tired of making things less difficult, but he liked it very much as his husband treated him, he couldn't believe that he was married to a man as perfect as Harry was.

He was a lucky guy to have him by his side.

-I dislike that you are charming. -He said after two minutes of silence.

-Do you dislike me for being charming to you? -He replied confused by what her pregnant husband said.

-I dislike you. I'm sorry, I don't know how you don't get fed up with me, nor how you can stand me. -A pot on his lips formed. Harry smiled at how cute he looked that way.

-Honey, we've been married for more than a decade, plus our years as boyfriends and friends, how can I not get tired of you? I'm in love and I'm not going to get off that cloud, I love you and I love you. End point. -He argued kissing the pot gently in his actions. I look with love at her husband's face, she would never tire of repeating the love she has for her husband, best friend, lover. It was his everything and I would never change it.

Thanks to him he has two children and one more on the way. Confidence and stable mental stability, including the incredible life you have in a city as big as New York was. Thanks to Zayn, his college dreams came true with his help and motivation.

All he has left is to thank him for eternity is to give him the life he has and that he shares with him.

-I love you. -Zayn said later, taking him out of his thoughts.

-I love you too. More than you to me.

-I doubt it.

-Don't do it. I love you.

And Zayn was left with a silly smile on her face.

Harry caressed once he had dinner, her husband's abdomen, loving how rounded he felt. Only two more months and they would meet her little Azahara, and he knew that he would love her with all her being as well as her other two children and her husband.

-Let's sit with the children and Golden, you must be tired of sitting in a hard wooden chair.

-I am, come on, but help me.

Harry nodded, without first leaving the dishes and cutlery used by her husband.

I leave Zayn sitting around her children on the couch next to Golden before cleaning the table and washing dishes.

Minutes later he sat next to them.

Resting his arm around Zayn's neck bringing him closer to his lap, the children on both sides of his parents and Golden on Harry's legs.

They were a royal family, a family that loved each other despite its complications and ups and downs.

Zayn and Harry had done a good job.