One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Cute Child moments //Zayn//

Amaya- Age 3

Amaya sat in her room with a box of crayons she had found in her father, Zayn's office. You were downstairs, making dinner when you realized you couldn't hear Amaya playing.
"Baby, can you go check on Amaya?" You asked Zayn. He looked up and set down his sketch book.
"Sure." Zayn got up and jogged up the stairs to Amaya's room. You went back to cooking, awaiting Zayn's return. Soon, about five minutes later Zayn returned with a crying Amaya. You turned around, confused.
"What's wrong with her?" You asked. Amaya hid her face from you as she sniffles into Zayns neck. He rubbed her back.
"Would you like to tell mommy what you did?" He asked her. Amaya grunted, shaking her head no. Zayn chuckled rubbing her back. "Well little miss Amaya here thought she would draw a picture on the wall." Zayn explained. You gasped and rushed upstairs to her room. There were scribbles of all colors splattered over the walls.
"Amaya Vishali Malik!" You shouted as you went back downstairs. She whimpered when she heard you. "Why did you do that?" You asked taking her from Zayn.
She looks up at you wiping her eyes.
"I was channeling my inside Malik, like daddy does." She whispers. Zayn smiles kissing her head.
"Don't worry we'll get it off." He told you, to which Amaya nodded her head in agreement.
"We will I promise." She smiled. You shook your head, pushing her hair back from her face.
"You are something else."

Amaya- Age 5

You had just finished Amaya's hair. You had done one single French bread down the side of her head and clipped on a hair clip. She smiled in thanks and ran to Zayn. Zayn smiled and kissed her cheek.
"You look stunning." He compliments her.
"Oh daddy I always look stunning. I have the Zayn Malik looks. I came out of the womb beautiful." She grinned. You choked on your drink from holding in your laughter. "Who told you this?" You asked her.
"I saw it on twitter." She said simply.
Zayn shook his head, he poked her sides causing her to let out a few giggles.
"How did you know about twitter? You're only five." You wondered.
"Mommy everyone has a twitter." Amaya said in a duh tone.
"And you tweet?"
"No mommy, I'm five I can't even spell. Uncle Louis does it for me. I'm twitter famous, I even have more followers than you and daddy combined."
Your eyes widened at her comment.
"Slayed by my own daughter."