That made Zayn's smile widen, his eyes lighting up with playful warmth.
I picked up the food and fed him one spoonful at a time, and after every bite, he leaned in to give me a kiss. That became our little game, bite, kiss, laugh. If he refused to eat, I stole a kiss from him, and he ended up smiling anyway. Slowly, he managed to eat a little, and the tension I had been carrying in my chest finally eased.
When he was done, I reached for the syrup we had collected at the hospital and carefully gave him the drops as prescribed. Once he had taken them, I let him rest for a while before gently saying, "We should leave. I am done with what I came for at the office."
Zayn nodded softly, and with that, we left my office together.
