ZAYN: "Love, shouldn't you be sitting down or something? Let me finish the dishes. You go rest in the living room," Zayn instructs, taking the soapy sponge from your hands and ushering you off. You don't argue much and just do as he insists. You flick on the TV and begin flipping through the channels as you wait for Zayn to join you. When he finally enters the room, he promptly pulls over a stool from the corner of the room. "Lift up your feet. You should have them propped up." You do as he says and he tucks the stool under your heels. After a moment, you take your feet down and place them back on the floor. He looks flabbergasted. "It's not comfortable!" you complain. "Besides, I'm pregnant, not dying. I'm allowed to stand up and sit like a normal human being," you inform him in a tone that tells him not to argue with you at the moment. He nods, acknowledging this fact before getting up to pop in a DVD for you both to watch.
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Wherever You Are
FanfictionWherever You Are is going o be a book full of imagines, *Sexual Content* there is some BoyXBoy stuff going on so if you don't like that kind of stuff please don't read and please don't hate on any of my work. thank you. if you would like an imagine...
