I've Got you Ziam --> kid fic

Part 6

You’d think that’d be the end of it, but no.

The accident is like the world’s biggest wake up call. 

Liam’s sobs sounding through the phone cause Zayn’s heart to fall straight into the pit of his stomach.

He rushes to Liam’s home as carefully as he can through the storm, and it almost begins to feel like déjà vu before the sounds of Sami’s unattended cries are filling the house as soon as Zayn enters the unlocked front door with Liam nowhere to be seen. 

Zayn rushes up the stairs, shrugging off his wet jacket and removing the damp beanie from his head with the strands of his long, unaffected hair falling in every which direction of his face.

He follows the sounds of the cries and it’s all instinct from then on. He grew up with little sisters, he understands kids and he’s simply drawn to put them to ease.

When Zayn enters Sami’s nursery, he heads straight for the fussing baby within the crib and Zayn takes note in the infants’ puckered lips.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the baby is hungry and Zayn is suddenly looking out towards the door.

Liam’s got to be somewhere, though, because Zayn refuses to believe Liam is playing the part of an irresponsible parent. 

Searching the room, Zayn finds the diaper bag and he wastes no time in search for the baby formula and bottle within it. The release of breath he lets out dizzies him because this can’t be happening. This didn’t happen. 

This little eight week old baby did not just lose his mother. 

But he did.

"Liam!" Zayn calls helplessly from the room, the baby’s crying only amplifying as the earth, above the ceiling protecting them, cracks once more and— he’s got to brave it out. He’s got to do what he can for the baby. Putting everything back into the diaper bag, realizing his inability to carry it all out at once, Zayn straps the bag around his shoulder before reaching for the infant. With one hand on Sami’s bottom and the other supporting his head, Zayn makes his way down to the kitchen.

It’s not perfect and he fucks up a lot, but he gets the bottle of water warmed up to an appropriate temperature in the microwave. Sami’s shrieking cries pull at Zayn’s heart strings and he’s doing what he can. “It’s okay, Sami. It’s okay.” He lets out exasperated as he gently rocks him while one hand is shaking the bottle with the water and formula mixing together as one. 

Zayn’s mind travels back to the times his mum had used to sing to him whenever he had a troubled day and couldn’t find it in him to sleep. It’s a long shot, but Zayn’s running out of options. He begins to hum that same song his mum used to once upon a time and somehow, that seems to settle the piercing cries into little whimpers from Sami as the infant seems to be responding to the sound of the music. That’s enough for Zayn to feel the stress in his shoulders reduce drastically. He doesn’t exhale a breath like he wants to and instead continues singing a quiet tune not wanting to risk the cries to return.  

Taking a seat on the couch in the living room, Zayn adjusts the infant in his arms before leading the tip of the bottle for the baby to suck on and the only sounds coming from the baby in his arms are small grunts as he greedily sucks on the baby bottle.

Zayn can finally breathe again.

Zayn’s eyes are welling up out of goddamn frustration but with intent wide, brown eyes staring up at him, Zayn takes a steady breath that mixes with the sounds of the baby feeding. The skies cracks once more, lightening peeking through the curtain covering the window but Sami is too entertained in the sight of Zayn. It’s the first time Zayn’s ever held Sami, Zayn realizes, staring right back at the baby. And he instantly feels guiltybecause this little infant, this little angel never deserved the rejection he’d gotten from Zayn at such an early time in his life.