Zayne
𓂃 ࣪˖ ⋆.˚ ʚїɞ ⋆ Baby Fever
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It was a snowy Christmas Eve, the kind that made every window glow warmer. His family’s house smelled like cinnamon, roasted turkey, and love. Cousins darted between legs with toy cars, someone’s grandma kept yelling that the cookies were burning, and the living room was filled with overlapping stories, laughter, and clinking glasses.
But he wasn’t watching any of that.
No — your boyfriend was standing behind you in the kitchen doorway, arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, completely entranced… by his sister’s baby cooing in a bouncer seat across the room.
Isn’t he so cute…he whispered, his thumb brushing lazy, slow circles into your hip. You turned your head slightly, raising a brow, already sensing where this was going.
… pleaaaaseee…he drawled with a whine, that mischievous little grin tugging at his lips.