My friend, the Destroyer of my Life!
Shaqilla & Zayn

Zayn sat by Qilla's bedside, holding his wife's hand tightly.

"Thank you, baby" said Zayn, peeping at Qilla's back.

Until Zayn's bead eyes stared at Qilla's bead eyes like it would open his eyes.

And sure enough, before long Qilla came to her senses and blinked her eyes.

"Mas" call Qilla down.

"Yes baby? Want what?" ask Zayn gently.

"Drink, Mas" Qilla replied weakly.

Zayn then helped Qilla to drink his water, even though he gently confirmed his sitting position.

"I'm why, Mom?" qilla asked, looking at Zayn.

"You're just tired baby, and from tomorrow on don't get too tired of working ya" Zayn explained gently.

Qilla knitted her eyebrows in a sign that she did not understand and was confused by what the husband said.

"You're pregnant right now, baby" Zayn explained with a smile.

"Ha pregnant?" qilla said in disbelief.

"Dear, he's just 8 weeks old" Zayn replied with a blissful face.

Qilla immediately rushed into Zayn's arms when she heard that she was pregnant.

Be happy? Of course it is happy that Qilla and Zayn are feeling right now.

"Now you can only do corporate duties from Home, I don't want you to go out with our baby candidates" Zayn said attentively.

"Alright, I will obey all" replied Qilla obediently.

Zayn just kept hugging Qilla, he peppered all inches of his wife's face fondly.

"So we go home tomorrow morning yes, tonight we stay here first" said Zayn softly.

"Yes Mas, I'm up to you" Qilla replied hugging Zayn warmly.

"Sleep again, it's night" said Zayn softly.

"Hugs" whined Qilla with a small smile.

Qilla just hugged Zayn tightly.

"Tomorrow we go straight home from here, because everything has been taken care of by my son" said Zayn.

"Heem" replied Qilla.

Zayn chuckled amusedly as Qilla had already fallen asleep just like that as she entered his embrace.

Zayn decided to tell his family later when they got home.

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In the morning, Qilla and Zayn had left since morning.

Even Zayn told his men to drive the car as comfortably as possible.

"Mas, have Mom El and the others been told?" tanya Qilla puffed up looking at her husband's bead eyes.

"Dear not, later when we get home" replied Zayn gently.

Qilla nodded her head, she then laid her head on the chest of Zayn's field.

Qilla's pregnancy was different, her usual nausea or anything, but Qilla did not feel it.

Only occasionally did Qilla feel cravings and also always spoiled, the rest happened to Zayn.

"Mas, yes pantesan so far you never whine or eat voters. But, now that you are very spoiled, like to whine and eat must be your taste" explained Qilla chuckled amusedly.

"Well, I just thought, too, baby. Maybe I'm the one who's experiencing it" Zayn replied smiling.

"I'm fine, even I feel very happy. So, you can be healthy and fine" said Zayn back

"We will be healthy and safe always because there are you who always take care and love us" Qilla replied sincerely.

Zayn nodded his head and he hugged Qilla affectionately.

She was very happy, with her Qilla and their baby.

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