Madison POV
"What are you making, there are maids to do that, you don't have to stress the baby?" he asked, eyeing my breakfast with suspicion and the way he emphasize on the word ‘Baby’ means he doesn't care about me but the child only, it's not a big deal not like I care about him either.
"Scrambled eggs and toast. Do you want some and I decided to do it myself because that's my cravings?" I offered, trying to be polite even though I knew he probably wouldn't accept and it doesn't concern me, I was just trying to be cool as ever listening to Ariana's word.
"No thanks, I'm good," he grumbled, grabbing a cup of coffee and was about walking out of the kitchen bit paused and I frowned, Acting so big headed. His behavior disgust me at some point.
I groaned as Zayn was criticizing my break
