"Maybe I should make a few phone calls," he replied. "You guys are really good."
"Me? A singer? That's a joke! I'm completely happy to be behind the scenes." I laughed at the idea of actually singing for a career.
"I don't know, love. Simon was really impressed with you when you guys sang Everything About You. I bet he'd sign you in a second. And I'm definitely mentioned miss Hannah here."
Hannah was giggling like a little girl in the backseat. For as a long as I could
remember she'd wanted to be a singer. "You're the best brother ever!"
The two of them kept talking about singing and Simon until I pulled over for a pit stop two hours later. When I returned to the car, Zayn was sitting behind the wheel so I climbed into the passenger's seat. The twins kicked angrily as I buckled my seatbelt, irritated that I had encroached on their space. Once they settled down I felt myself dozing off against the window.
"Sweetheart, we've arrived." I felt Zayn gently shaking me awake. "Time to get up."
I rubbed my eyes and looked outside. We were in the valet's circle in front of the hotel in Chicago we were spending the night at. The sky outside was dark, indicating that it was now night. "Ok."
Zayn threaded his fingers through mine and we entered the plush lobby. Hannah checked us in and returned with three keys. We followed her up to the room and I quickly ducks into the bathroom to pee and put on my pajamas. Pregnancy was not easy on my bladder! I brushed my teeth and climbed into one of the bed's, not caring whose it was.
"Somebody's sleepy!" Hannah laughed, emerging from the bathroom. "You do realize that's my bed right?"
"Don't care," I murmured, my eyelids already heavy. I felt her climb in beside me before I drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I had sprawled across the whole bed and Hannah had moved to the couch. I glanced at my phone to see that she had Tweeted about it.
HannahBananassss: got kicked off the bed #onlyforthepregnantlady pic.twitter.com/g7jl9ah
"Oh good! You're awake!" Zayn said brightly, emerging from he bathroom. He appeared to have just gotten out of the shower, and he was clad in only light grey sweatpants.
I drank in the sight of his bare abdomen hungrily. Our relationship had been completely celabite since the twins had interrupted us back on Sydney. Zayn had assured me that it had nothing to do with my ballooning belly, but simply concern for the babies. He'd read somewhere that sex could jump start labor and he was determined to keep them cooking inside me for as a long as possible.
"You've got that look in your eye." He laughed when I couldn't bring myself to look up from the tattoo on his hip. He crawled under the covers with me and I rested my head over his heart. "Just a few more weeks, love."
"I don't know if I can make it that long!" I sighed. My hand wandered to the top of his pants, slipping under the elastic waistline.
He quickly snatched it up and pressed a kiss against my fingers. "You overestimate my self control."
"No you just underestimate how good you look naked." The two of us both laughed as we recognized this conversation from our first morning-after.
"Good morning," Hannah yawned from the couch. "Please tell me you're wearing pants, Zayn."
Zayn stood up, demonstrating that he was at least partially closed (despite what I wanted). "Let me just put on a shirt. Then we can go to breakfast."
He dug around his bag, pulling out a Jack Wills shirt that I immediately identified as Harry's.
"He's going to be pissed that you took that."
Zayn shrugged it on and helped me stand out of bed. "I'll give it back tonight. Nothing he can do about it now."
Hannah had already laid claim to the bathroom so I just undressed in the middle of the room. As I struggled into some tights I felt a particularly violent kick. I groaned out loud and Zayn was by my side in an instant.
"Are you ok?" His voice was full of concern.
"I'm fine. They just don't like it when I wear tights," I informed him, pulling on a grey cashmere dress.
"That makes three of us." He grinned at me, staring and my legs.
I whacked him lightly across the chest just as Hannnah popped out of the bathroom in jeans and a turtle neck. "This relationship looks abusive."
"She bullies me all the time," Zayn told her, his voice dead serious.
"I knew it. It's a bummer that you implanted your spawn on her, because now you've gotta put up with her forever," Hannah replied, her voice equally serious.
"Well I'm taking these spawn to go get some food!" I said, sticking my nose in the air.
They both laughed and followed me out of the room. Hannah tosse an arm around my shoulders, and Zayn took my hand in his. I smiled to myself, happy to be spending another day with my two favorite people.
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