Zustin - A new start

Zayn is not gay

Zayns POV:

I wake up to Noelle crying over the baby monitor. I see Justin trying to stand but struggling from last night's activities. He swears under his breath, doing his best to get up.

"Do you need help?" I ask, feeling guilty since I'm the reason he can barely stand.

I still can't believe last night happened. I can't wrap my head around the fact that I had sex with a guy and actually enjoyed it. It feels weird inside—not necessarily bad, but not good either. It's all just strange.

My thoughts are interrupted by Justin's raspy morning voice. And fuck, that turns me on. I don't know what it is about this guy.

"No, it's alright. I'm fine, just a little sore, but I'm okay," he laughs, finally managing to stand up straight.

He limps away, puts on clean underwear, opens the door, and half-screams, "Daddy's coming honey," as he continues to limp toward Noelle's room.

I get up and head to the bathroom to freshen up. I grab the toothbrush I found yesterday, still in its packaging, squeeze out some toothpaste, and start brushing my teeth. I wet a towel, wipe down the sweatiest areas, and toss it into the laundry basket. I look for my clothes, debating whether to go commando under my jeans or borrow a pair of Justin's underwear.

I find a black pair in his drawer and put them on. Justin is more muscular and thicker than me, so the boxers almost fall down, but my jeans hold them in place.

I find my shirt, throw it on, and head out of Justin's room. I hear Noelle singing from the bathroom while Justin laughs.

"Noelle, baby, you can't do that. Daddy can't pick you up right now; I hurt my back a little," I hear Justin say, and his pained voice makes me smile a bit at how cute he sounds.

They chat a little more, Noelle asking what happened, and Justin lies, saying he had a little fall in the shower.

"ZAYN!" Noelle screams as she rushes toward me when she sees me in the hallway.

"Why are you here? Did you and Daddy sleep over together?" she asks.

I'm unsure how to answer, but Justin comes to my rescue.

"Zayn was tired yesterday, so I told him he could stay over since, you know, we go to the same school," Justin explains to Noelle.

"Aha, Zayn, then you can also eat Daddy's breakfast. He makes the best food," she tells me, and I laugh out loud at how cute she is.

"I would love to," I reply.

Justin makes us breakfast, and she's right—he is the best.

He prepares avocado toast on dark rye bread, with scrambled eggs, kiwi, and grapes on the side.

Justin sets a plate in front of me, and my food is cut into small pieces, just like Noelle's. He looks a little embarrassed as he shrugs and says, "It's a habit, I'm sorry."

I just laugh and start eating. It's insanely good.

I ask why he doesn't have a plate, and he answers that he usually just eats Noelle's leftovers. I feel a bit sad about that. Justin is a perfect father—everything a father should be. Yet, every time we eat, he ends up with cold food after helping Noelle with hers, and he has to rush through his meal or not finish at all before she wants to get out of her chair. And, as if on cue, I hear Noelle asking to be taken out of her chair.

The fact that she asks, and doesn't demand, amazes me. She's always so kind and polite, unlike how I was as a child, or my sisters.

"Yes, baby, I'll put you down. Just let Daddy finish his coffee, okay? Then we'll get you ready," Justin says, trying to drink his scalding coffee quickly. I can almost feel the burn in his throat just watching.