Dear Journal,

It's been two year since Zayn came back into my life, I was shocked that he wasn't dead. I was extremely thankful that he was alive and well. I get to continue listening to his precious heart beat once again. He's made me so happy over past two years we've been marry.

I really love to have Zayn's last name, but he always stubborn in choosing my last name. Zayn Horan is kinda cute for my husband, I've grown to love it. I wouldn't mine being Niall Malik, but I'm happy with Zayn wanting my last name, he been the best lover I've ever had.

I told Zayn about the letter I've written to him, when I thought he was dead. He read them all and cried, he felt so guilty not telling me that he alive, but I forgave once he walked threw those doors. He wanted to be apart of Zayn Jr's life and to be a loving father to our baby. I can't hold that against him.

Zayn is such a wonderful dad, he's always happy to change his diaper and to feed him without creating any fuss. It's amazing how far things become. It's been amazing having a son that I gave birth to you, he looks so much like me and Zayn, he's going to be a beautiful child when he grows up. I'm never going to stop loving my husband or my son, they mean everything to me and I will enjoy my life forever.

I close my journal and I couldn't stop smiling at how happy I've become. I head upstairs to my room seeing Zayn sleeping and holding Zayn Jr, who's awake playful slapping Zayn's face as he giggles. I cherish this cute moments in my heart.

I get into bed and take Zayn Jr, as I rested him in my shoulder, then I lay on Zayn's chest hearing his beautiful heartbeat that I admire so much. I felt Zayn slightly jump.

"Jesus Niall, you scared me, I thought I dropped Zayn Jr." Zayn mutter sleepy.

"I'm sorry Mr. Horan, I just wanted to cuddle with you." I snicker and he cracks a smile.

"How's my other beautiful baby doing?" He asked, as he rubs my pregnant belly.

"She's doing fine, she's a kicker." I smiled, as I lay on my back on his chest and put Zayn Jr on my chest. His small fingers touching my belly.

"Your going to have a little sister in one month, your going to be a big brother soon." Zayn coos at his son. Zayn Jr smiles bouncing in excitement.

"Daisy Jawaad Horan." I say kissing Zayn's softy pouty lips.

"Beautiful name for our baby girl." Zayn hummed.

"It is."

"Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for putting threw a lot of grief, I should've have told you that I was alive. The letters you've written were heart wrenching for me to read. I don't ever want to hurt you like that ever again." Zayn hugs hugging me tighter.

"I've told you this many times Zayn, I'm over it. That happen two years ago and I'm not suffering anymore. All my depression and sadness disappear when you came back into my life. Now shall we watch the sunset?"

"Of course." Zayn says helping me out of bed, placing his hand on my waist guiding me to our porch. Zayn sat first on the rocking chair and I sat on top of him curl up to him, holding baby Zayn in-between our chests. We gaze at the sunset until it went completely down.

Zayn and I shared kisses and played with our son until it he was tried, then we put him into bed in his own baby room. We both place a kiss on his forehead and we headed to bed.

"Thank you Niall." Zayn says softly kissing my forehead, as I lay on him.

"For?"

"For not giving up on me. I was selfish and a asshole to you, but you kept sending those letters to me on how you love everything about me. It felt truth every-time I've read them. I never love somebody like you Niall. I'm forever yours."

"And I'm forever yours Zayn." I say sleepy, Zayn put his hand over mine on my stomach and he felt Daisy kick. We both smile and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Narration POV

Over the course of Zayn and Niall's life, they had eight children in total. All of them growing up and having kids of their own. They all love there two father who were always in love with each other.

All eight of their grown children arrived at the Niall and Zayn house, who died peacefully in their sleep due to old age. They all cried for their two fathers, but they were happy that they didn't suffer.

Every year Zayn and Niall's fully grown children all gather around the porch and watch the sunset as a family, like their father's used to do. Sometimes they would feel their ghostly spirit and they talk about the memories of growing up with two fathers when they were little. Never in there Wildest Dream Zayn and Niall thought they were going to have eight beautiful children, who grow up and took care of them until they pass on to heaven and they gaze down on them. They were truly happy and at their children for finding happiness and forever will be thankful for each other.
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The End.

Pic on the side of Ziall and Daisy when she was born and a bit more older.

I would like to thank every single one of you who voted and commented through out the book. All the lazy silent readers who like this book as well.

Thanks to Taylor Swift for making an outstanding song, Wildest Dreams is a top favorite of mines.

I have a new Ziall book called: The Heart Wants What It Wants inspired song by Selena Gomez. Check that out if you like.

~ Robbie Del Malik