An unlikely pair find solace in each other. A story about compassion, lust, and hatred.
"I used to build dreams about you."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Benediction"
Started: February 25th, 2018 (originally June 22nd, 2015)
Completed:
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Blair P.O.V
*3 weeks later*
Going home was more nerve wrecking than I thought. I was paranoid about everything. I made Zayn check the car seat three times before I finally let him put Emris in.
I'm glad I was able to get my way in having Emris as her first name. Amara is a beautiful name but it just didn't feel right with me.
I couldn't see myself calling her that. I don't mind that it's her middle name though. I'll give Zayn that at least.
The only other thing that angered me was when he asked not to put my last name.
I quite frankly don't understand what went on, yes. I'm so tired of living around negativity. I just want to be happy with my baby and Zayn if he's willing to be a part of it.
I know that resentment is a big thing and really hard to let go of. I truly get the in a sense for him. I hope that I'm able to guide him away from those feelings. To not focus so much on the past anymore.
I think I need to have a conversation with my father. I need to know what happened so I can truly understand. This is going to put me in the middle I see now. I truly hope that Zayn's family can put aside their prejudice. To accept me into their family with open arms. I'm sure once they see who I am and how much I love him everything will be different.
I yawn noticing that Emris had stopped eating. Now she's sound asleep looking so beautiful.
I can't get enough of her. She's mine! I feel like the luckiest woman alive right now. I can't remember life before Emris.
I don't care too anyways because life before her wasn't living.
"Can I hold her?" Zayn asks softly from at the door. I look up from where I'm sitting in the rocking chair and smile warmly.
"Do you mind putting down after? I want to get her used to sleeping in the crib." I request.
Zayn nods eagerly walking over holding out his arms.
I love seeing him with Emris in his arms. In my eyes Zayn is the walking definition of a men. Not just because of how attractive he is. It has to do in the way he carries himself. How confidence oozes from him to the way he makes a three-step walk look so graceful.
"The only thing that I'm a bit resentful over is that you waited till she was on the edge to call me. No matter what happened Blair I would have been there. I wish I could have." Zayn says softly never looking away from Emris.
