“Did she hurt you?” he asked through gritted teeth, as his knuckles whitened from gripping the steering wheel too tightly.
“It doesn't matter, Zayn, I have you and I have our…”
I almost said the word ‘baby’ but stopped myself. I wanted it to be special when I told him, something he'd remember forever, so that would have to wait.
He was watching me lovingly, waiting for me to continue, so I had to think on my feet. “I have our love, that's what's important to me.”
He nodded, but I knew he wasn't going to let go so easily.
“They kept you away from me for three weeks, Ami, and even though you're trying to hide it, you've been through something, I can feel it. I promise you, I'll make them pay.” His voice was low and dangerous as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that I felt he
