Zendaya Imagines (GxG)

"Babe, come downstairs please." Zendaya calls from the living room, her voice unusually serious.

"Alright, I'm coming, give me a second," you reply, finishing up what you were doing before heading down the steps.

When you reach the bottom, you see her sitting on the couch, fidgeting with her hands. That alone makes your stomach tighten. She looks nervous, which isn't like her.

"Yes, honey?" You ask, trying to read her expression.

"Would you ever want to have kids?" she asks, voice soft but steady.

You blink, taken aback by the sudden question. "Definitely. Just... not now. We both are doing really well in our careers, and I think in four or five years, I'd be ready to settle down and have our own little family." You smile, hoping that reassures her.

Her face falls. "Four or five years?" She echoes.

You frown. "Yeah... is that not what you wanted to hear?"

She forces a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "It's not, but... I'm glad you're being honest."

Something about the way she says it makes your chest tighten. "Zendaya, talk to me. What's wrong?" You sit down next to her, reaching for her hand, but she pulls away slightly.

"Nothing. It's stupid," she mumbles, staring at the TV, but it's not even on.

"It's not stupid if it's making you upset. Please, talk to me."

She sighs heavily, finally turning to face you, and you see the glossiness in her eyes. "I don't want to wait that long, Y/N. I don't know why, but lately, I just... I've been thinking about it more. About having a baby. About being a mom. And I know it sounds crazy, but I just feel like I'm ready. Or at least, I will be soon."

You swallow, trying to find the right words. "Baby, I get it. I really do. But four or five years isn't that long, and I just... I'm not there yet. I don't want to rush into something I'm not ready for. That wouldn't be fair to you or our future kid."

Zendaya scoffs, shaking her head. "So what, I'm supposed to just wait around and hope I don't change my mind?"

You sigh. "That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying, Y/N? That your career matters more? That I should put aside what I want just because you're not ready?" Her voice rises, her frustration slipping through.

"That's not fair." Your tone hardens as you feel yourself getting defensive. "I never said my career mattered more, but you can't just expect me to be on the same timeline as you out of nowhere. We never talked about this before."

"Because I didn't realize how much I wanted it until now," she snaps.

"And I'm supposed to just change my whole life plan for you?"

She presses her lips together, exhaling sharply. "I'm not asking you to drop everything, Y/N, but I thought we were on the same page. And now, I'm scared that if I wait, I'll just keep waiting. That there will always be another reason to push it back."

You rub your face, frustration and guilt mixing inside you. "I don't want you to feel that way, baby. But I can't give you a yes just because you want it. That wouldn't be fair to either of us."

She nods slowly, looking away as she blinks back tears. "I just... I don't want to do this alone."

Your heart clenches, and suddenly, all the tension fades because this isn't just about kids. This is about her needing reassurance.

"Hey." You gently take her hands, and this time, she lets you. "You're not alone. I love you more than anything, and this doesn't mean I don't want a future with you. It just means I need a little more time to get there."

She sniffles, finally meeting your eyes. "Promise me you won't push it back forever?"

You squeeze her hands. "I promise."

She exhales, then suddenly pulls you into a tight hug. You hold her just as fiercely, resting your chin on her shoulder.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too, baby. And when we do have a kid? They're going to have the best mom in the world."

She pulls back just enough to look at you, a small, tearful smile on her lips. "Damn right, they will."

You laugh softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. The tension lingers, but you both know this isn't the end of the conversation—it's just the start of a bigger journey together.