~Zayn's POV~
He reached up, brushing his fingers gently across my face, his eyes heavy with worry. "But I'm scared… scared that after all this time, if we still can't understand and respect each other, what will become of our marriage?"
The fear in his voice was genuine, and it was the strongest barrier I had ever faced. I knew then that my apologies weren't enough. I had to earn back his belief in our future.
He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "We should sleep, babe."
I tightened my embrace. "Daddy, kiss me."
He pulled back just enough to look at me, a soft, tired smile gracing his lips. He leaned in and kissed me gently, a tender touch that promised solace, not passion.
When he pulled away, I held him closer. "Hold me," I instructed softly, needing the solid reassurance of his presence.
