I have another child?! {z.m}

Chapter one

Read book one first if you haven't or it'll be confusing : )

Ariana's point of view

I took his hand and gently placed it on my stomach. He looked down at my hand and scrunched his eyebrows. He looked up at me and then at his hand again.

"Zayn," I said, my ton assuringly. "I'm pregnant."

And in that moment, I knew that things were about to change. Things were about to get chaotic and things were about to escalate. Things were definitely about to go in different ways and I didn't know what would happen.
But as Louis would always say; live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain.

You're correct, Louis. You're one hundred percent correct.

I stared up at Zayn's eyes, searching for a response. His eyes had widened and his lips parted. I reached a hand up and placed it on his cheek, gently.

"Zayn, are you okay?" I asked, caressing the soft skin softly.

He nodded and shut his mouth. "A-are you sure? You're 110% sure?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. My mom, Lexi, and I made sure I had like ten pregnancy tests done. None of them failed. They all had a plus sign."

He let out a large breath. "I'm not devastated. I'm just having trouble comprehending this. You're pregnant again. I got you pregnant again."

"That's kind of what happens when you don't use a condom, Zayn." I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't believe in condoms," he smirked a little bit. "It doesn't seem like it would really satisfy either of us as much as doing it natural does." I felt my cheeks burning.

I let out a shaky breath. All this time I was afraid that he would possibly leave me again. I knew the first time wasn't intentional but still, you can't blame me for having that thought.

"I can't believe this." he said, shaking his head. "This is so shocking. But so convenient because we both just ended our tours."

I smiled a little bit. "I can't believe it either. I didn't really believe I was pregnant with Delaney until I felt a little bump coming on."

"Won't be for a while, I'm guessing?" He wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me closer to him.

"I'm only like two weeks or something." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm going to get so fat again."

He laughed. "I'll get fat with you just to make you feel better."

"I'm not sure that's possible. But it's the thought that counts, right?" I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me quickly.

I tried to forget that I just vomited. I did use toothpaste though, thankfully.

"Look at us kissing after we just were arguing," he chuckled and I felt his thumbs digging into my hips, massaging. "We are so bipolar."

I laughed. "At least I have an excuse."

He rolled his eyes. "I see. This is how it's going to be from now on, huh? You're going to use your pregnancy as an excuse for everything."

"Not true." I tried not to giggle. "Just for certain things."

"Mhm." He kissed me again. "It's okay though. I would do anything for you anyways."

"I know," I smiled and then it faded. "Look, I'm sorry for keeping this from you and causing an argument. It was hard for me to tell you."

"I'm sorry too. I really overreached and I'm really sorry." He said softly. "Why was it hard for you to tell me though? You can tell me anything. And besides, I thought I made it clear with you that I wouldn't mind another kid to love."