[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 295: Decisions, Devotion, and Delicate Hearts

~Zayn’s POV~

As I settled onto the edge of the bed, watching Evric gaze at Liam with such profound tenderness, he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He leaned his chin on my shoulder, his voice low and teasing, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Babe," he purred, giving a gentle squeeze. "Now it’s your turn to take care of ."

I laughed softly and rested my head back against his. "Alright, you big baby... tell , what exactly does my big baby want to do?"

He smiled broadly. "I want you to shower for , too."

I laughed, gently pushing his cheek. "No, no, no. I know exactly what you an, but we are not doing that tonight. We have a sleeping angel in the room, rember?" I turned my head to et his gaze. "Not tonight, love. Ask again tomorrow."

He stared at , pleading with his eyes, trying to use that irresistible charm. I stood firm. "No, Evric. We’re not doing it for tonight. But you can ask again tomorrow."

Suddenly, his expression turned serious, all traces of playfulness gone. He sat up straight, turning to face him, his hands resting on my shoulders. "Zayn," he said, his voice dropping to that deep, serious pitch that always commands my attention.

"Yes," I answered, already bracing for the real issue.

"Tell the truth, are you really okay with era taking Liam abroad now?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. "You just t him... You barely even had ti with him."

I sighed softly, taking his hands into mine. "Trust , I’ve thought about it too. But era worked so hard on her plans, and I don’t want to disrupt her life. She gave the parental-rights docunts, and I already signed them. Technically, I can tell her not to take Liam anymore... but I can’t bring myself to separate him from her. Liam belongs with the woman who raised him. She’s his mother."

"I’ve been debating it in my head," I confessed softly, nervously chewing my lip. "Maybe if I speak to her, she might stay a little longer, just so I can have proper ti with Liam before she leaves. But I’m afraid. I don’t want to seem selfish or demanding."

Evric stopped softly, his tone full of support. "Zayn, follow your instincts. Don’t hold back and suffer for it later. If you want era to delay her trip, then tell her. Let her stay."

He lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. "I’ll handle everything," he murmured. "When it’s ti for her to travel again, I’ll take care of all the expenses, hers and Liam’s. But for now... talk to her, babe. Please. Ask her to stay a little longer."

I smiled, feeling a rush of love for his generosity and foresight. "Thank you, baby. I will talk to her first thing tomorrow morning."

I brushed my fingers along his arm. "What happened earlier? Why did you sit here alone instead of staying downstairs with everyone?"

He looked away briefly, hesitant to speak. "It was between and Evans," he admitted finally, avoiding my gaze. "It’s nothing serious, just a typical sibling argunt. We do have them once in a while, and we’ll settle it." He smiled sheepishly. "After all, he’s my brother, and I’m the one who was being stubborn."

"Don’t be stubborn to your brother, okay?" I teased gently, nudging him.

He nodded, eting my eyes with a promise. "Okay, baby."

Just then, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was a ssage from Evans: "Need you downstairs for a minute."

I glanced at Evric. "I’ll be back in a mont. Evans just texted to co downstairs."

I gently ran my fingers through Liam’s hair before rising to my feet.

Evric’s voice followed , soft and warm. "Okay, baby... don’t stay too long."

"Alright," I promised, giving him a quick kiss. I squeezed his hand one last ti and went downstairs.

When I reached the ground floor, Evans was already waiting. We settled onto a quiet corner sofa in the sprawling living room.

"Zayn," Evans began, his tone unusually serious, carrying a weight I hadn’t heard before. "First of all, congratulations on your engagent to Evric."

I smiled, feeling a genuine warmth spread through . "Thank you, Evans."

He let out a deep sigh. "I was honestly shocked when I heard everything earlier. It’s surprising to see how much Evric has matured, handling the baby, the past, and the future so calmly, without letting anyone know. And it’s all because of you, Zayn. You’ve guided him to this point."

"All thanks to you as well, Evans," I said sincerely. "Without your initial nudge, I wouldn’t have realized what I needed to do to make things right with Evric. I’m truly grateful."

Evans smiled, a flash of his usual charming self returning. "I’ll go straight to the point. I called you out because of two things." He leaned in. "But I’ll go with the first one. What is the deal with the baby’s mother? What’s the plan?"

I quickly understood he needed reassurance about my commitnt and the ssy dynamic. I teased him, flashing the huge diamond on my left hand. "It’s all about my son, Evans. I have nothing to do with her romantically. I’m engaged, rember?"

Evans let out a long, relieved sigh. "I’m happy to hear that, Zayn. Seriously."

"Now," he said, shifting slightly, a puzzled look creeping back onto his face. "Without wasting any more ti, the second thing I need to talk to you about is Nantam."

I smiled, unable to hide my amusent. I had sensed the real reason for this private eting. The look on Evans’s face right now—serious, worried, and deeply confused, was the first ti I’d seen him so vulnerable. I couldn’t help but grin.

He called my na again, softer this ti. "Zayn."

"Sir?" I answered playfully.

"Please, talk to ," he begged. "Is there anything I can use to impress Nantam, or anything I should do? I can feel he likes , but why isn’t he admitting it?"

I imdiately took up a serious tone. "Evans, if you’re waiting for Nantam to co to you and openly admit his feelings, I hate to break it to you, but that day isn’t going to co."

Evans looked crushed. I t his gaze firmly.