Second Chances

“I-I….”

“What is it Ana?” Zayn perks up.

“N-No.”

“No?”

Zayn’s face drops.

“No. You can’t just lay sweet talk on me and expect me to forgive you.” I say.

“I’m not expecting any forgiveness. I just want to help you.”

I look away.

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid to let him in.

I’m afraid to get hurt again.

But if I was Zayn, I would want another chance.

Because I believe in second chances.

“Okay.” I finally say.

“Okay? You’re letting me back in? Zayn asks.

I nod my head.

“Yeah. I want to try this again.”

Zayns face washes a wave of relief.

Happiness spreads across his face.

He engulfs me in a hug with his masculine arms.

“Thank you so much Ana.” He cries.

I break free from him and grab his hands.

“I forgive you.” I admit.

“I don’t want you to just say that.”

“But I really mean it.” I confess.

Zayn pulls me into his embrace again.

“Thank you so much for giving me this second chance.” He whispers.

“Promise me a second time.” I say.

He looks at me with his burning eyes.

“I promise to take care of you. I promise to take care of you now and when the baby comes. And I promise to never hurt you again.”

I wrap my arms around his neck.

Zayn kisses my temple.

“I have some news.” I explain.

“What’s that?”

“Adoption is no longer in my mind. It’s our baby now.” I say with happiness.

Zayn smiles and caresses my belly.

“I was hoping you would’ve changed your mind.” He admits.

Zayn pulls my shirt up and trails kisses along my bump.

I notice the pink sore on his cheek.

“What happened to your cheek?” I ask.

“I ran into your mom before she left.” He says calmly.

“Sorry.” I tense.

Zayn shakes his head.

“I had it coming. I deserved it.”

I giggle a bit and Zayn takes his hand in mine.

We lay in silence before he speaks up again.

"I really like you, Ana. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours."

"In what way?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip.

"In every way possible." Zayn said, stepping in front of me.

His brown eyes were warm, and made my whole body tingle with pleasure.

I couldn't resist him.

"Ever since I saw you at the party, I knew I had to have you. I need you, more than you'll ever know. I want to help you and support you, be the person who makes you forget all the pain." He whispered, lifting my chin with his long fingers.

All the hurt and rage I was feeling slipped away when he said those words to me, and for once I actually felt loved.

He ducked down and kissed me softly, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

Zayn hands rested against my lower back, and our bodies were trapped against each other’s.

He pulled away slowly, and rested his forehead against mine.

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked, his nose touching mine.

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