Chapter 2- How To Be A Father For Dummies

(Zayn's P.O.V)

“Okay now, wipe it with the wet tissue,” Liam orders. I try not not to grimace at the sight in front of me; Niall's cute bum is covered with poo and it kind of reminds me of curry mixed with chocolate. Ergh.... I won't be eating those for a while. Niall was completely oblivious, playing with his drool, gurgling to make bubbles and giggles when it pops. He's such a happy child and I tend to keep it that way.

“Good job Zayn! Now rub a little bit of that lotion to avoid rash and spread some talcum powder,” I carefully did as I was told. Liam and I make such a good team. Maybe this parenting thing will be easier than I tought.

“Wait, how do you know how o do all this?” I asks Liam after I was finished putting on new diapers and his jeans. I lift Niall up so that he was standing on the changing table. He gave me a huge smile.

“Clean!” he cheers happily.

“Right you are bub,” I kiss his small nose which cause him to giggle. I like the fact that even the smallest loving gesture could make him happy.

“I went to parenting class with Ruth sometime,” Liam shrug, answering my previous question.

“And you didn't invite me?” I fake hurt. Liam give me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Zee, I know how busy you are,” he smiles fondly at me. How do I even deserve this perfect man?

“Daddy Zee? Daddy Lee? I hungwy,” A small voice caught my attention. Liam and I froze. Did....did Niall just call us.....daddy?

“W-what bub?” Liam stuttered.

“Daddeee, Papaaa, I hungwy. Can we eat pwease?” Niall holding his tummy, his blue eyes were round and wide.

When he called me- us- daddy and papa, a weird warm rush flows through me. It was nothing like I ever felt before. It made me want to hear more and more. Somehow, it's just felt right. I quickly snatch Niall from the table and shower his face with kisses. Liam then engulfs us into a group hug, with Niall between us, laughing.

“You hear that Zayn?” Liam asks, his eyes were a tad watery.

“Loud and clear,” I close the gap between us, a give Liam a long sweet kiss.

That is...until I feel a certain someone poking my chest.

Liam and I broke the kiss and looked down.

Niall was smiling sheepishly at us.

“So love, which is Papa and which one is Daddy?” Liam asks. Niall gigles, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Daddy,” he pokes Liam's chest, “Papa,” he poke mine.

My smile grew wider, if that is even possible.

“Food now? I rweally hungwy,” he asks innocently.

Liam and I burst out laughing.

My family is perfect. Yup, MY family.

(Liam's P.O.V)

We decide that we should eat dinner at our new house and with our newest member. I couldn’t describe the feeling when Niall called me Daddy and Zayn Papa. At that moment, everything was perfect and the look on Zayn's face was exactly the same look he had on our wedding day. Ugh, how I wish I could just take a picture, frame it, and put it on the wall. Zayn took over driving and I could see it in his face that he wants Niall to be on his lap. It's funny how Zayn grew attached to Niall so fast. He's gonna have a problem leaving Niall for work.

Throughout the journey home, I was playing with Niall's smooth dirty blonde hair, while Niall was play my other hand, using it as a microphone as he sings 'Twinkle-twinkle Little Stars'. When we parked the car in front of the house, Niall's eyes grew wider and more drool fell.

“A caswtle....,” Niall mumbled, causing Zayn to laugh.

“Yup, and in that castle, you'll have your own room with lots of it?” Niall eyes widen at the statement.

“Lots and lots and lots of toys? And-and food?” he asks.

“Yeah! Lots of it!”

We took Niall on a short tour around the house or 'castle'; mainly around his room

1-Feeding Time.

Zayn insisted on feeding him, so I made mash potato with chicken. I lean against the kitchen counter and I watch Zayn feed our son. I let Zayn spend as much time with Niall as possible since he has to work early tomorrow and won't be back until dinner. Zayn's just got promoted as a detective in the homicide department, which also means working twice as harder. I knew that he was heartbroken that he was unable to spend more time with our son and has to wait until the weekends.

“Here comes the airplaneeee,....” Zayn made the sound of an airplane and using the spoon filled with mashed potatoes and chicken as the airplane 'flying' into Niall's awaiting mouth. Niall swallowed the food happily, clapping his hands.

“Now Papa, Papa eat,” Niall point the bowl of baby food and at Zayn, smiling widely.

“Eat?” Zayn asks in confusion.

“Yeah! Airplanes in Papa's mouth,” Niall cheers. Zayn gave me a weird look and took a small amount of the brown goo using the spoon, and feed it to himself. I could tell by the way his eyes twitch, he didn't like the way it tasted.

“Now Daddy! Feed Daddy!” Niall squeals. I laugh as Zayn grins evilly, scooping a large amount of the brown goo and gestures for me to come over.

“You heard your son. Come here Daddy!” Zayn is just excited as Niall is.

Well, it didn't taste that horrible. I mean, it is a food for babies. It went on like that for a few rounds until Niall declared he didn't want to share anymore, saying that 'Niall's tummy hungwy,'. When Niall was done, he was a mess and Zayn was no better; the food sprayed across his T-shirt and on his face when ever Niall laughs with food in his mouth. But he didn't say anything. He's just happy that his son is happy, and so am I.

2-Bath Time.

Instead of giving Niall a bath, Zayn joined Niall in the bath tub but he didn't want to be naked in front of his 1-year-old son, fearing that he'll scar that poor boy so he went in wearing a pair of boxers. They're having a bubble bath together and Niall sat on Zayn's lap, happily squealing and playing with his rubber duck, a boat and Oshawott, a Pokemon character. I took the time to set up his bed with the bedsheets he picked at the mall and picked out a pair of baby pajama for Niall. I have to talk to Zayn tonight before bed about finding Niall a baby sitter or send him to the day care.

“Price Nialler has arrive!” Zayn announces, an always giggling Niall in his hand.

“Pwince Niall Osha-oshwatt!” Niall cheers, holding the rubber Oshawott in his hand.

“Well Prince Niall, it's past your bedtime, come on,” I took Niall away from Zayn and he quickly grab my nose, laughing as if it was the funniest thing on earth. I shook my head, chuckling at my happy-go-lucky son.

“I'm going to shower and clean the tub. Call me when you're going to tuck him in, I want to give Nialler a goodnight kiss,” Zayn kiss Niall's small nose.

“Okay babe,” Liam peck me on the lips and went back to the bathroom. Well, someone is really happy today.

“Lets get you into your PJ Prince Nialler,”

“Pwenut buttwer and Jewlly?” Niall squeals as his eyes grew wide with excitement. I burst out laughing; does he thinks about the food all the time?

“Sorry love, you'll get to eat them tomorrow, but now, Prince Nialler needs his sleep,”

3-Bed time.

“Bwen! Want Bwen!”

“Okay, I'll go get it. Papa will be here so don't go anywhere okay?” Niall nodded, and as if on cue Zayn walks in, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain white t-shirt.

“Hey bub! Ready to sleep?” Zayn asks as he sat on Niall's bed, beside him.

“Need Bwen!” Niall said as he climb on Zayn's lap.

“I'll go get,” I told Zayn.

I went into the kitchen when I last saw Ben. Today has been great, perfect even! Niall is perfect, Zayn is happy and I'm ecstatic! I just hope that we will find a good day-care for Niall. I've always read the newspaper or the news on TV where the kids are abused when they were sent to day-care or left with their baby-sitter. Those monsters. They deserve to rot in hell for all I care. When I saw Ben on the kitchen counter, I quickly grab it and head upstairs. Once I was at the door, I heard a voice singing that I know all too well and grown to love. Zayn was singing.

Soft kitty,

Warm kitty,

Little ball of fur....

Happy kitty,

Sleepy kitty,

Purr, purr, purr....

Ignoring the fact that Zayn totally stole the song 'Soft Kitty' from the Big Bang Theory, he did a really great job! He was cradling a sleeping Niall with his thumb in his mouth. I cooed at the sight in front of me. I quickly ran into my room, grabbing my iPhone, and ran back to Niall's room. Luckily, Zayn and Niall was still in the same position. I quickly snap a picture. When Zayn the 'click' sound, he turn his head around and I smile sheepishly.

“This is soo going to be my new wallpaper,” I said softly as I walked towards Zayn and showed him the picture. Zayn just chuckles, blush creeping on his cheek. He stood up and I quickly pull the cover so that he could put Niall on the bed. Once Niall was perfectly tucked in with Ben beside him, Zayn and I place a kiss on his forhead. Both of us have huge smile plastered on out face.

Liam spun me around and picks me up. I gasp and quickly wrap my legs around his waist. Zayn carried me out of Niall's room, slowly closing his door, and make way to our room while peppering kisses on my face.

4- Bed time for grown ups....

“Thank you Liam,” Zayn mumbles after our heated snogging session.

“For what?” I asks him.

“For everything, just thank you,” Zayn relpied and pulled me into his chest. I inhale Zayn's scent and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face into his chest.

“Why do I have to work tomorrow?” Zayn groans and I chuckle.

“No whining Officer now Detective Zayn,”

“Can I just call in sick?”

“Nope,” I reply, popping the 'p' “It'll look bad on you,”

“I know, I know,” he sighs “Thank you for letting me have a lot of time with Niall. I know you purposely did that, but still, thank you,”

“I understand Zayn. But you'll still get a chance on having dinner with us and bathe with Niall tomorrow,” I offered.

“That sounds lovely,”

“I don't have any classes tomorrow, so I'm gonna look around to find a day-care,” Being a lecturer is really easy, and you have a flexible schedule.

“Day-care? What for?” Zayn asks, obviously not liking the idea.

“We both have works Zayn,”

“But- but can we just leave him at my mother's? She doesn't work,” he suggested.

“Are you t won't be a bother for her?”

“Nonsense! My mother loves kids and plus, I don't want to leave Nialler with a starnger,” he voice turns stern “I don't trust them. I don't trust Niall with other than you and our family,”

“Me too,” I agree, loving the Zayn's over-protectiveness. I still remember when we're dating, Zayn wouldn't let me go out with any of my guy friends unless he's with me, “I'll swing by to your mother's tomorrow okay?”

“Okay babe,”

“I love you Zayn,”

“I love you too, Liam,” With that, we fell asleep in each others arms, just like every other night.   

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