We MaDe It

9.

"Aww.." Zayn cooed seeing pancakes on a plate laid on the kitchen table, going on to pull a mug with initials, Z.S, to pour for himself hot brew of coffee from one that was readily available. Cautiously he took a sip, sighed content at the perfect taste. "He loves me." he declared to no one.

"He loves you not."

He jumped when a voice came out of nowhere. It was none other than Louis standing beside the fridge.

"The fuck, Louis!" He whisper yelled putting the cup of hot coffee on the table before he scolded himself. "You scared the shit out of me. The fuck you're doing here so early. Don't you have kids to get ready to school?"

"Good morning, Zayn. I'm good, how are you? I made the pancakes. The coffee, your husband's doing. All this time I thought Alfie was attached to you. Where's he?" Louis asked coming to stand infront of him.

"Mary is getting him and Leo ready." Zayn said looking at Louis's visible baby bump. "Can I touch it?"

Louis rolled his eyes, "If you must." he hummed though enjoying Zayn's warm hand gently massaging his bulging belly.

"It's not weird me touching your bump, is it?" Zayn asked. The baby didn't kick like he hoped.

Louis shrugged his shoulders. "You're weird in general. Are you done? I need to sit down and eat."

"What are you doing in my house?" Zayn asked removing his hand.

Louis's brow quirked up, "Are you sure you want to waste your three questions on that one?"

Zayn laughed. "Okay. How are you and baby today? Can you still see your boner?"

"You know how the first few months are like." Louis pretended to gag. "It is nice of you to ask, but, please hold your profanities in the presence of my children. Thank you."

"Morning, uncle Zee." Just like that, Bella's voice echoed in the room.

Zayn's head snapped up, turning to look where the voice came from, the kitchen dining area. How did he not  see Louis's three kids seated there. With Elijah.

"Morning." Zayn greeted waving a hand. "You should have told me." He whispered to Louis who found him looking a bit flustered amusing.

"And miss having fun at your expense?" Louis laughed. "No way."

"You're an idiot." Zayn muttered under his breath, walking over to Louis's kids. Bella, Jamie and Beth.

"Morning, guys." He said again.

"Morning, father." Elijah said with a smirk, "Did I hear you tell uncle Lou its going to be a bountiful day?"

"Elijah, what's are the odds you up early." Zayn then turned to Louis's son, "Morning, Jamie." He ruffled Jamie's hair. "Hi, Beth." Zayn smiled at Louis's youngest daughter, who shyly gave a wave, then continued eating her pancake. "I didn't know you guys were here."

"Clearly." Louis said joining his kids at the table that seats twelve, and  placed the juice he just got out of the fridge on the table, as well as glasses. "Since you're standing, pour us some juice, will you, babe?"

Zayn did as told, pouring juice for all at the table, his son included. "It feels like I've just walked into the wrong house. You didn't get rid of my children, did you, Louis?" He joked.

"And leave you with just Elijah? Why would I do you like that my friend?" Louis chuckled his eyes on Elijah.

"Amusing, uncle Louis. Remember you started it." Elijah returned, drinking his juice.