Four year later.

"I don't think I can do this Louis. What If Zayn doesn't show up?" I rambled on and on nervously.

"We all saw the look on Zayn's face when you popped the question. I'm surprise it took you guys this long to get marry, but I'm happy for you both." Louis smiled, as he fixes Niall's tie.

"I think we were both nervous about getting married. I'm the only real relationship Zayn has ever had, but I think this was right time to marry him." I sigh with a blush.

Just thinking of Zayn's eye lighting up when I asked him to marry me, it was the most beautiful thing I've seen from him. The crinkle in his eyes and his cute little cheeks going puffy when he said yes to me.

God I'm so in love with him.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Zayn will show up and you both will say I do."

"We're you nervous, when Liam asked you to marry him?"

"Yes, but I somehow I knew we're soulmates. I was a wild thot with the whole sugar daddy thing with Liam, but eventually we started to fall in love. I'm glad Harry isn't using Liam anymore. Liam deserve every bit of happiness."

"Speaking of Harry. Zayn still gets dreams about him." I sigh biting my lip.

"The wet dreams?"

"No the nightmare he gets about feeling guilty that he..." I couldn't finish my sentence. After all the years that pass, I can't believe it.

"It's not Zayn's fault or yours. Harry came after you in that bathroom and Zayn protected you. Zayn shouldn't be feeling guilty for Harry's death." Louis huffed, fixing my hair.

"I know, I tell Zayn everyday that it's not his fault for protecting me, but he's getting better at dealing with it."

"Good, now it's time for you to get married." Louis grinned, as he hooked my arms with his.

We both walk into church and I was in awe of the beautiful yellow roses scattered around. Zayn wanted yellow because that  would represents me as his human sun that changed him to be the man that he is today. I added in dark red roses also to give it that strange look to it, like Zayn and I are polar opposites but we do attract each other.

I was walked down by my best friend Louis, who's been the wildest friend I could ever have. We've had our ups and downs, but we also had each other's back.

I waited patiently for Zayn appear through those doors and he did. That's when I didn't have any doubts that he will love me until we grow old together.

Liam was by his side and I'm glad they kept their friendship intact after what Harry did. I should be thanking Harry for leaving Zayn even though he was married to Liam. Zayn and I wouldn't have existed if he didn't leave.

"You look breath taking." Zayn says biting his lip.

"You look like a timeless painting my beautiful Greek god." I blush.

"You're my human sun that makes me happy and feel that I can only love you forever."

We stood close together, our hands link like a perfect puzzle as we stared into each others eyes as the pastor started to talk.

"We're gathered here to today to tie two people who clearly love each other unconditionally and wants to take the next step in holy matrimony to be devoted to one another. To protect and cherish the moments you have forever and to never break the seal of trust. By the power invested in me. I pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss." The pastor says happily.

Zayn and I leaned in feeling the same old tingled sensation that I had when we first kissed. He's my soulmate and I'm never letting go for him.

My dad was here to support my decision in marring Zayn, but when I first told him, I was in a relationship with a older man, he was too happy about that. I'm glad my father acceptive us.

Unfortunately Zayn's family wasn't to happy with him marrying me, but he didn't care about their opinion all he wanted was my love and that's what I wanted to give to him.

"We're are we going for our honeymoon?" I asked leaning into his touch.

"That's a secret, but first I have a surprise for you Mr. Malik." Zayn grins widely.

I shot him a confused look at why were we heading back home to our house, but I trusted Zayn completely. We head inside and I see a women with two children with her.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mr. Malik. I'm Carly from the adoption agency and I highly consider you adopting Zack and Zoey to be your children." She spoke kindly.

I was speechless because I begged Zayn that I wanted to adopted children about a year ago and here we're.

"How old are you guys?" I asked leaning on Zayn's shoulder.

"Seven." They both shyly said.

"Would you guys like to live with us? As your parents?" Zayn asked a bit nervously.

"So we would have two Dads?" Zoe asked confused.

"Yeah, would that be a problem?" I asked softly.

"No, I already think you guys are nice." She smiles and that warmed my heart.

"What about you Zack?" Zayn asked brushing his hair back softly.

"Yes please." He cheese smiles.

"Thanks wonderful that you guys are getting along. The officials names of your children are Zack James Malik and Zoey James Malik. Is that okay with you guys?" Carly asked.

"Yes it's perfect."

Zayn and I both signed the papers and led Carly the out the door, while we took our children to see their new room.

"This is honestly the most magical surprise ever Zayn. You already had  their bedrooms set up. You're going to be an amazing father." I say kissing the life out of his pouty lips.

"You too baby. You've stuck by me all these years and I wanted us to become parents. If it wasn't for you, I would probably still be sleeping around. You're the definition of true love my human sun." Zayn softly admits, as he caresses my cheek.

"I love you Mr. Malik." I giggled feeling genuinely happy.

"I love you more Mr. Malik." Zayn smirked a little kissing my lips.

"Will you guys be leaving us by ourselves, to go to the moon?" Zack asked.

"To the moon? You mean our honeymoon?" I asked.

"Yeah. Our other foster parents used to leave us alone a lot and sometimes hungry." Zoe mumbled.

"We won't ever leave you guys alone. You'll be warm when it's cold and vice versa. You'll never go hungry. We want you save and happy." Zayn protectively said and I admire his protection like when he save me from Harry.

"Thanks dad's!" Both siblings shouted at us, as they hug us. It was a great feeling being called a father and I know Zayn and I would be damn good ones.

"Disney World in Los Angeles? How does that sound for a honeymoon and kids getaway?" Zayn asked everyone.

"Please can we go!" Both Zack and Zoe bounce up and down looking at me with puppies eyes.

"I can never say no to my babies." I cooed.

The happiness I saw in their eyes made me tear up because they seem a little broken from bad foster homes, but that wasn't going to happen to Zayn and I. They're our children and we going to treat them like they were created by us.

"I hope you're okay sharing our 'honeymoon' with our kids." Zayn kissed the crook of my neck as he hugged me.

"I'm more than okay. Do you see how happy they're? They deserve some happiness like we have."

"I'm grateful that you will been great to me." Zayn sighs happily.

"Baby. I'm always good for you." I sassy remarked.

"Save that naughtiness for the bedroom later." Zayn whisper darkly making bite back my moan.

It's strange how things work in life. I was a sugar baby to Zayn that led into loving him, but I was so scared that he wouldn't love me back, but look where we are. In a beautiful home with our children and going on an adventure like a family.

Zayn and I are different, but we share one thing in common. That we're good for each other and no one can't take that away from us.  We shared a passionate bond that cannot be broken and we will cherish our life's together and forever.

The End. 

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I decided to end the book a little earlier. Didn't want to drag on the book and I felt not a lot of interest since people only comment on the  hashtags and nothing else.

But I do thank you guys for keeping up with this story. No matter if you're a silent reader, or a active reader. I'm glad how many of you enjoyed this book.

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