Zayn’s POV
It was getting late and Alina still hadn’t come back. Worry gnawed at me until I pushed myself off the couch—ready to go look for her—when the doorbell rang. I moved before I thought, hands already reaching for the handle.
She stepped in and I couldn’t help the smile that crawled across my face. “You’re back,” I said.
She returned a faint smile as she closed the door behind her. I searched her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she answered too quickly. “I just need to rest.”
“You shouldn’t stress yourself so much,” I told her, stepping closer. “Come home early. Don’t worry about anything — I’ll take care of you.” I watched her for a reaction. She smiled again, small and tired.
“You are saying this again,” she murmured.
“You’re pregnant,” I said, softer now. “This stress is
