One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Dad's In Charge?... //Zayn//

Amaya sat in front of the TV watching Dora. Zayn was in the kitchen making her a bottle. Today he would be watching Amaya all alone since you got called in at work. You were a doctor at a hospital in your town. Zayn tested the milk on the back of his hand before bringing it to his daughter.
"Here you go princess." He hands her the bottle. Amaya takes it from him, drinking it immediately. Zayn lets out a sigh, sitting on the couch. He was really tired from waking up early to watch Amaya. Amaya continued to watch the TV, glancing at her father every now and then. Zayn began to let sleep take him. His eyes shut close as his head rolled to the side. Amaya set her bottle by her side, smiling. She crawled away from the living room to the kitchen. She tried to open some of the cabinets but they were baby proof. She pouts and crawls to the only room that was open, Zayn's art room. Amaya giggles as she crawls to his paints. She smacked her hands into them, coating them in the assortments of color. Amaya smiles wide as she crawls away, her hand prints tracking all over the ground. She giggles crawling to the bathroom. Amaya crawled to the toilet, using the seat to stand up. She was curious about how the toilet worked. She flushed it, clapping when the water went down. She looked around the bathroom, her eyes landing on the toilet paper. She pushed it into the toilet, flushing it again. When it didn't go down, she frowned. Amaya tried to flush it again, this time the toilet was clogging up. Water started to rise, spilling over the toilets seat. Amaya say down in the water, giggling. She splashed the water around, drenching herself in it. Meanwhile in the living room Zayn had woken up.
"Damn it." She heard him shout. Zayn got up, looking for her. "Amaya?!" He calls out to her. Zayn walks down the hall seeing her little hand prints of paint. He shook his head. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep. Finally he reached the bathroom and pushed the door open.
"Your mother is going to kill me." He says looking at the huge mess she had made.