Alina’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, fingers brushing over my small but visible bump. The sight made my heart swell. A quiet smile tugged at my lips—I still couldn’t believe a tiny life was growing inside me.
Zayn’s arms slid around my waist, his palms warm against my belly as his breath tickled my shoulder.
“Our baby will look just like his mother,” he murmured, voice laced with excitement.
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “No, I want our baby to look like his father. You’re so handsome—he should have your lips, your eyes, your nose, everything.”
Zayn chuckled, his chin resting on my shoulder. “It’s going to be a girl, so she’ll look like you.”
“I want a boy,” I argued playfully, earning another laugh from him.
He moved around to stand in front of me, cupping my face with
