"Oh my god! DAD!" Zarry's 13 year old daughter, Olivia called from upstairs. Zayn, who is 8 1/2 months pregnant, got off the couch and tried to make it up the stairs quickly. He was only half as fast he wanted to be, but he still made it.
He went into the bathroom where the scream came from. There, he saw Olivia with blood all over her pants. "Dad, help me."
Zayn realised what happened. Even though he was a guy, he learned about this is parenting books. Girls have periods.
"It's okay, honey. It's nothing to worry about," Zayn soothed. "Why don't you take a shower, get cleaned up, and by then I'll have some tea for you, okay. We'll make you feel better."
"But I don't want this to start now! I'm the only one in my friends!" She cried.
"That just means your extra special to me. Now hop on the shower. I'll get you some fresh clothes." She nodded. She began to strip down as Zayn exited the bathroom.
He searched through her dresser for a new pair of pants, a comfortable shirt, and some new underwear.
He grabbed her favourite pair of sweatpants from Victoria's Secret that had 'Pink' written on the side. He grabbed a crop top that said 'I ❤️ Beaches' on it. He texted Harry to bring home some pads and/or tampons on his way home.
He next had to choose some underwear for her. He opened up her drawer to see a Ziplock bag with probably 20 condom packages inside.
Zayn's mouth dropped open. He grabbed a pair of underwear, the condoms, and the clothes he set on her bed. He brought it all into the bathroom.
"Hey, Olivia. Can you stop the water for a second? I need to talk to you," he said sternly.
"Can you wait one second? I'm almost done."
"Sure." Zayn waited until she was out of the shower, in new clothes.
"What did you want to talk to me about, daddy?"
"What were these.." He held up the ziplock of condoms. "...doing in your dresser?"
"I swear those aren't mine!" She said, putting her hands up in defence.
"Really? Then who do they belong to? And why are they in your dresser?" He cocked and eyebrow.
"They're dad's. That's his hiding place for them." Zayn almost dropped the bag.
"He what?"
"He hides them there. He says that he doesn't keep them in your room because he likes to surprise you. Whatever that means."
"Okay well, I'll be having a very serious conversation when he gets home."
"Guys! I'm home!" Came from downstairs.
"Speak of the devil," Zayn said. Footsteps came up the stairs and Harry, with a few bags, came in. "Hello, Harold."
"Zayn, are you alright? I know that when you call me 'Harold' it means I did something wrong."
"We'll talk later."
"Okay. I got you some pads and tampons, Liv." He handed the bags to Olivia.
"Thanks, daddy." She gave a quick kiss on Harry's cheek before running into the bathroom.
Harry turned to Zayn. He got on his knees in front of Zayn and put his hands on his huge belly. "Hi, baby. How are you?" The baby kicked his palm. "Good."
He stood up and put his hands on Zayn's hips. "What are mad at me about?"
"I can't believe you hid condoms in Olivia's dresser," he stated firmly.
