So, in this fic Nick and Yvonne were together before He and Zoe got together. Nick and Yvonne have two children, teenagers, and are divorced. Subsequently, Nick and Zoe and now in a relationship, and Zoe has a daughter from a pervious relationship; this is basically how they deal with life as a family and how his kids take to Zoe. Hope you enjoy, please R&R
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"How are we going to tell them?" Zoe fretted, looking at the clock on the kitchen wall behind Nick's head; she was running out of time and ideas. She drummed her nails on the kitchen counter while she waited for the kettle to boil, thinking hard about what they were going to do.
Nick moved behind Zoe and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting gently on her abdomen "they'll be fine, look at Rebecca, she was ecstatic" he smiled, kissing his way down her neck gently.
Zoe tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access and smiled as she remembered telling Rebecca, her twelve year old daughter, that she was pregnant. She'd taken it a lot better than expected, she looked to Nick as a father figure and they got on so well. "That's different" Zoe snorted "you and Bec's get on brilliantly. Jonathan and Sarah already think I'm a home wrecker, they hate me Nick." Zoe replied his children had never liked Zoe; they blamed her for splitting up Nick and Yvonne, which she never, but in Nicks eyes they could do no wrong. They were nasty to her, no matter whether Nick was around or not and Sarah hated Rebecca, she was much older than her though; she was trouble.
Nick hugged her tighter "you're not a home wrecker" he whispered to her "they'll come around don't worry, you just need time to get to know them." He kissed her neck again, spinning her around and lifting her up onto the worktop so he could kiss her properly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately "We've been dating for three years Nick, they called me a 'gold digging tart' when we got engaged" she added, his daughter really could be vicious. She wrapped her legs around him, kissing him again.
"Definitely not a gold digger but I know what you're like in the bedroom" Nick laughed, running his hands through her hair.
"Oi" Zoe slapped him lightly, kissing him again "I won't be doing anything in there if you're not careful" she laughed. Her hands found there way back around his neck, and his lips joined his.
"That's disgusting" a voice drawled from the doorway "must you touch her in front of us?" his daughter, Sarah, asked.
Nick took a step back allowing Zoe to hop down from the counter, taking her hand "she is my fiancée, Sarah. Please don't be so rude" Nick replied. He moved over and hugged his daughter, patting his son on the shoulder. "Can you go and wait in the living room please, I need to talk to you" Nick added.
Zoe's head dropped to Nicks shoulder and she groaned "See! They hate me, they aren't going to take this well" she took his hand, allowing him to lead her through to the living room.
Nick and Zoe food before the two teenagers, Zoe's hand squeezed Nicks tightly; he could tell she was nervous. His daughter did not take well to Zoe, or Rebecca, his son just sulked like any normal fifteen year old boy. "Zoe and I have something we'd like to tell you" Nick spoke for the both of them "we're going to have a baby" he finished, waiting for a reaction.
"Is this a fucking joke?!" Sarah asked, looking at Zoe with disdain "you're having a child with that cow?"
"Who do you think you are, you little brat?" Zoe replied, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes; she was sick of the way his daughter treated her.
"Zoe!" Nick cried in defence of his daughter.
"No, Nick. I've just about had it with her" she replied beginning to cry "I've had it with being treated like nothing by a sixteen year old girl, I'm the one who has to put up with her crap me and Bec's and I've bloody well had it" she stormed from the room, tears blurring her sight as she made her way to their room.