I slipped into one of Zayn's t-shirts and boxers after taking a shower. Once he got home, I would tell him about his baby, our baby. The thought filled me with happiness and erased every fear that had previously encompassed me. I didn't have to worry about my child's future anymore, because I knew that it would have the best father that one could ask for. The idea of Zayn and me raising a child of our own filled me with warmth. Finally, I could claim something as my own. Finally, I wouldn't have to be constantly weighed down by the guilt of stealing something that had once belonged to my sister. Zayn had picked me, chosen me, and soon we would have a family to call our own.
My phone buzzed again, but I knew better than to answer it. Cindy was probably going out of her mind wondering why
