Zayn meets The Twins
Zayn has finally convinced me to meet with my kids. So tonight I'm hosting him, hence I'm cooking this fancy dinner. It's an important step in our relationship, and I want everything to be perfect.
Don't look at me like that. You were quiet when Candy said I was getting old , you laughed and agreed with her right? So now , I've decided to do what adults do and I gave this dating thing a shot. I can't really say for the last time because I have no Idea what's in store for me.
As the savory scents waft through the kitchen, I can't help but reflect on Zayn's understated demeanor contrasted with his unmistakable taste for luxury, evident in the sleek cars he drives. It's a curious contradiction that adds to his enigmatic allure. Despite my nerves, I'm eager to see how the evening unfolds and whether this dinner will bring us closer together as a family.
"I'm nervous about this. I wish Candy would have come. I'm more scared for my kids because of how things ended with Daniel when they were already so fond of him. Now they are a bit older so they understand things better, and that scares me."
I confide in myself. I do that a lot as it calms my nerves every time. The weight of uncertainty presses down on me as I prepare for the evening ahead. The memories of past heartaches linger in the back of my mind, casting a shadow of doubt over this new chapter in our lives.
I'm done cooking, everything looks perfect. I breathe a sigh of relief, surveying the meticulously arranged dishes before me. The table is set, and the candles flicker softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Despite my nerves, there's a sense of satisfaction in knowing that I've put my best foot forward for tonight's dinner with Zayn. As I take a moment to collect myself, I can't help but hope that this evening will be the start of something beautiful for all of us.
Especially my children. I want what is best for them, I just hope they will get along with Zayn. I can't say I know how he feels about children because he once told me that everything will unfold once he sees them, hence why he has been encouraging me to introduce him.
I honestly hope I don't regret this. The twins are watching their kids' movies, already dressed for the occasion. I just need to hop upstairs and change. It's almost time for Zayn to get here.
Glancing at Madison and Avery as they giggle together in front of the television. Their excitement is palpable, and I can't help but feel a twinge of nerves mingled with anticipation as I make my way upstairs to freshen up before Zayn's arrival.
With each step, I steel myself for the evening ahead, hoping it will be a memorable one for all of us. Zayn is here, With red roses for me, a huge bunch, I gasp in surprise. He also has brought some gifts for the twins, which I found incredibly thoughtful and endearing.
He has gotten them matching outfits , Shirts and dresses match altogether with the tracksuits , they are so adorable. He has also gotten them cuddly teddy bears with their names embroidered on the paws. My kids are smiling non stop, it's warming my heart.
As he hands them to Madison and Avery, their faces lit up with excitement, and I can't help but smile at the sight. Zayn's gestures are truly heartwarming, and at this moment, I can't deny the warmth spreading through my heart. He is such a sweetheart, effortlessly charming us all with his thoughtfulness and generosity.
As we settle down at the dining table, I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
"Madison, Avery…"
I begin, gesturing towards Zayn,
"This is Zayn. He's a very special friend of mine."
The twins exchange curious glances before Avery speaks up, his voice small but earnest.
"Are you our father?"
Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I'm not sure If that's the embarrassment I'm feeling. I haven't told Zayn about the twin's father. Avery asks, his eyes searching Zayn's face for an answer. Zayn's expression softens as he meets Avery's gaze.
"No, buddy."
He replies gently, he glances at me and I smile awkwardly at him then turn my head back to my kids.
"But from now on, I'd like to be, if you'll allow me."
A tender silence falls over the table as the weight of Zayn's words sinks in, and I can't help but feel a surge of hope in my heart. I remain silent, observing the interaction between Avery and Zayn with a mixture of emotions swirling inside me.
Avery's nod is a reassuring sign, indicating his acceptance of Zayn's heartfelt gesture. However, Madison's reaction puzzles me, her strange smile leaving me feeling uncertain and curious about what thoughts are running through her mind.
As I exchange a glance with Zayn, I detect a hint of understanding in his eyes, silently acknowledging the complexity of the moment. With a gentle smile, he reaches out to pat Avery's shoulder, a silent reassurance passing between them. In that moment, I can't help but feel grateful for Zayn's presence and the hope he brings to our lives. But I need to speak to my daughter alone.
I rise from the table. My eyes locked to Madison who keeps giving that smile I've never really seen before.
"Excuse us boys , Maddy please come help me with the desert."
I say, reaching for her hand. I lead her to the kitchen for a private moment. As we stand amidst the comforting warmth of the kitchen, I gently broach the subject,
"How do you feel about Zayn, sweetheart?"
I inquire, my voice soft with concern. Madison meets my gaze with a resolute expression, her honesty cutting through the air.
"I want my real father,"
She states plainly, her words carrying a weight that settles heavily in the space between us.
"Not Zayn, who might leave whenever he wants to."
Her raw vulnerability tugs at my heartstrings, and I wrap her in a comforting embrace, silently acknowledging the depth of her feelings and the complexity of our situation. As she's sharing her feelings , as I envelop her in a tender hug, my heart is aching with empathy for her longing.
I cannot believe that as much as I'd do anything for my kids , I have never really tried looking for their father. I don't know what that makes me. Where would I start though? Maybe if I started a long time ago , I would have stood a chance , but now , I feel like it's too late.
"Sweetheart,"
I murmur softly,
"I understand how you feel, and I promise you, I'll always protect you."
These words carry a depth of sincerity as I hold her close, wanting to shield her from any pain or uncertainty. Madison listens, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of apprehension and trust. In that moment, I vow to be her unwavering source of support, no matter what. Even if Zayn would decide to leave one day , my kids and I are always going to have each other.
I just really wish my children were a bit older for everything we go through. I'm really trying. I hope and pray that Zayn provides the sense of fatherhood that we lack. With a reassuring squeeze of Madison's hand, we make our way back to the dining table, dessert in hand.
As we approach, I offer a warm smile to Avery and Zayn, the tension from our earlier conversation melting away in the glow of the candlelight. Setting the dessert down on the table, I take my seat, Madison settling in beside me.
The boys' eyes light up at the sight of the sweet treats before them, and I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for these precious moments of togetherness. As we indulge in dessert, the warmth of family surrounds us, offering comfort and reassurance in the midst of life's uncertainties.
As the kids drift off to sleep, Zayn and I find ourselves in the cozy TV room downstairs, glasses of whisky and wine in hand. The crackling fire casts a warm glow over the room, creating an intimate atmosphere as we settle in for the evening.
With a small smile, Zayn turns to me, his eyes reflecting a mix of sincerity and anticipation.
"Kattie," he begins, his voice gentle,
"I've been thinking a lot lately, and... I would really like you to meet my family."
His words catch me off guard, and I glance at him, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. "Your family?"
I echo, curiosity piqued. Zayn nods, a hint of nervousness flickering in his gaze.
"Yes," he confirms,
"I want you to meet them, to see where I come from, and... to share a part of my life with you."
His vulnerability touches me, but this isn't just about me. My kids are involved too. With Madison already feeling the weight, I am not too sure. Avery might just be also putting up a strong front while he's having silent uncertainties.
This isn't my decision to make alone. I need to consult my kids. But of course, I don't tell that to Zayn. I'm not sure how it would sound but it doesn't sound good, I think… I don't know!
Wait, does he have kids?