~Zayn's POV~
"Focus on your food for now, Zayn," Mom said softly, her tone firm underneath. "We need to talk once we've finished eating."
"Alright, Mom," I said, feeling a tight knot form in my stomach.
The rest of the meal was conducted in silence, punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery. I focused on eating, trying to gather my composure.
As soon as the last plates were cleared, I followed my baby to the kitchen. He turned to me, a gentle smile on his face, the faint traces of last night's exhaustion still lingering around his eyes.
"Babe, I'm going to head inside the bedroom for a bit," he said gently. "I have a few calls to make and some work to catch up on. I'll be on my laptop, so if I'm not back in the living room right away, just know I'm tied up with work."
"Okay," I said, nodding, understanding that he needed to get back to his responsibilities.
Evric then turned to my mother. "Thank you so much for the wonderful breakfast, Mom. That was delicious."
