53 ??He was beautiful?? (1/2)

ZAYN

My nerves were all jittery, my palms damp with sweat and the room seemed to be swaying. Uncle had called Labeeb and his mother outside so I could talk to Leia alone.

I was scared out of my mind.

Uncle gave me a reassuring nod and closing my eyes with a deep inhale, I pushed the door open. There was a cozy air about the room and it smelt less of medicines.

My eyes immediately latched with Leia's, who had a watery smile on her flawless, flushed face. An indigo silky scarf was thrown over her head in haste, which meant she had put it only for my sake.

”Zayn,” she breathed, ”Look.”

And I did. Slowly, my eyes perused the little boy in her arms and my heart fluttered with a thousand butterflies. Carefully, I strode towards the stretcher, constantly reminding myself to take a breath. I couldn't . . . It felt like I would never be able to breathe again.

My chest was heavy with emotion, throat dry and oh God, my heart. It had stopped functioning the moment I saw her with the baby in her arms.

When I reached the bed, a distinct smell wafted in the air. I halted. Leia's cheeks flared a deep scarlet.

”Oh . . .” she seemed to have trouble looking at me. ”It's . . . he just drank milk . . .”

I couldn't help the wandering of my eyes.

Shiiiit.

Oh Lord, Zayn, stop being a perv.

I instantly closed my eyes, turning my back.

”What are you doing?” Her sweet voice messed further with my head.

I clenched and unclenched my fists, hoping for some level of control. Oh yes, it was high time I got married.

Ever so slowly, I got rid of the ridiculous thoughts and turned back to look at her. Her face, this time, mind you.