The morning of Zayn and Harry's wedding was full of nerves, anticipation, excitement, and a dash of chaos that only seemed to add to the charm of the day. The sun had barely risen when Arlo, their adorable three-year-old son, was up sleepily waking up next to him. The little boy, with his unruly hair and wide-eyed innocence, was an excited for the day. He crawled over to Zayn and sprawled out over his father.
"Baba, Wake up!" Arlo's voice was soft yet insistent, pulling Zayn out of his sleep.
Zayn groaned softly but couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he opened his eyes to see his son grinning at him. The sight of Arlo, with his face full of excitement and his eyes sparkling with joy, was the perfect way to start what was going to be the most important day of his life.
"Good morning, buddy," Zayn murmured, pulling Arlo into a bone crushing hug. "Today's a big day, isn't it?"
Arlo nodded vigorously, his little body vibrating with excitement. "You and Daddy are married! And I get the rings!"
Zayn chuckled. He had explained the importance of Arlo's role in the wedding several times, but the seriousness with which his son took it was both amusing and heartwarming. He sat up, pulling Arlo onto his lap, and looked into his son's eyes.
"That's right, little man. You're the ring bearer, and it's a very important job. Do you remember the code word?"
Arlo's gave Zayn a mischievous grin before saying, "Ringo Baby!"
Zayn smiled, pressing a kiss to Arlo's forehead. "That's right. And you have to keep the rings safe, okay? If you lose them, Daddy and I can't get married, and that would make us very sad."
Arlo's face grew serious as he placed his small hands on Zayn's cheeks, his gaze intense. "I promise, Baba. I keep safe. Don't be sad okay?" He said as he held Zayn's face in his tiny hands.
Zayn's heart swelled with love as he hugged his son tightly finding the gesture wholesome yet humorous. "Thank you, Arlo. I know you'll do a great job."
After a few more minutes of snuggling, Zayn gently set Arlo down and stood up, stretching. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized that it was time to get the day started. Harry was in a different location with Sunny, preparing for the day as well. They had decided to get dressed separately to keep the element of surprise for when they finally saw each other at the altar.
"Let's get you something to eat, buddy," Zayn said, taking Arlo's hand. "We have a big day ahead of us."
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Harry was having a similar morning with Sunny. Their baby girl was still half-asleep, her head resting on Harry's shoulder as he rocked her gently. Harry had been up for a while, his excitement keeping him awake long before the alarm went off. He had spent the early hours of the morning making sure everything was perfect, from phoning the wedding planner for final touches. He took a look over on his custom tailored suit, and to made sure all the flowers on Sunny's little carriage had been completed.Sunny stirred in his arms, blinking sleepily as she looked up at him. Harry smiled down at her. "Hi princess," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Sunny yawned, her tiny fists rubbing her eyes. "Dada..." she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. So far "Dada" and "No" were her only two words, despite all the time Zayn spent with her trying to say Baba.
Harry chuckled softly, adjusting her in his arms. "Today's the big day baby girl. You're going to be the most beautiful flower girl in your little carriage."
Sunny smiled sleepily, snuggling closer to her father. Harry couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions wash over him. Today was the day he was marrying the love of his life, the father of his children, the man who had shown him a love he never thought possible. The man that came crashing into his life without warning, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
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The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry
FanfictionWhen two people cross paths they find they are more connected than they thought, in the most unconventional way possible. Fluff: Loads Spice level: 🌶️🌶️/5 I won't say too much to give away the plot. Most of my ideas come up randomly at night wh...