Yellow.

Two Men & A baby.

a/n- when autistic characters react or say some things, it is not "same" "oh me af", no stop, you are not the same with them, except you are on the spectrum. don't romanticise or praise their sensitivities or simple things you don't understand about their actions, thank you for understanding :) x

When Iman and Harry need sometime together, two people volunteer, okay one person volunteers to help with the kids.

No candy after seven.

The wiggles on repeat for Aneesa, no scary movie for Myra.

Aneesa takes only warm water, orange juice and no sweet things.

Don't let her pout fool you.

Myra knows where their snacks are kept.

Bath time by eight, right after dinner and some cuddling.

Tonight is messy spaghetti, be careful, Neesa gets spaghetti into her curls.

Specific Shampoo for Neesa's hair if she gets messy, let it dry naturally.

Onesies are sorted.

You can eat whatever you want, it's our treat.

Numbers are on the fridge, don't panic and take it easy.

Let Aidan help if he asks, thanks.

Louis squints his eyes, glancing through the roughly written list and making a face at how matured his best friend almost sounds. He looks over to the couch, smiling at Aidan and Aneesa sat next to each other, but not exactly interacting. The toddler is babbling to herself, enjoying a bottle of chocolate milk and feeling pretty in her new hairstyle, fish tail braids done by her best friend and father.

Iman walks down the stairs, adorned in a maternity floral top and black jeans, leaving her hair in a French braid, also done by the new stylist in the house, Harry. Her tummy is full and round, about three months left her to pop but she looks as if she could drop at any moment. She flashes a bright smile at Louis, hoping he is relaxed and ready for the evening with the kids.

"Mummy! You look so pretty!" Myra coos, immediately holding onto Iman.

"Thank you so much baby," Iman smiles, smoothening down her hair.

"Iman...Iman needs to cover up quick," Harry advices again, holding her jacket with a frown.

"Someone is cherry," Louis rolls his eyes.

"He is being so strict, doesn't want me down with a cold and we just argued for like fifteen minutes straight," Iman sighs, shaking her head.

"He is just concerned, I guess," Louis smiles at her.

"I am fine, it's not my first time pregnant and I know how to handle myself," she mumbles.

"H-Harry can hear...hear you," Harry smiles, holding the jacket higher.

"So annoying," Iman says under her breath with a smile.

"Couples are gross," Louis wrinkles his nose.

"Says you," Iman laughs, walking towards Harry.

Harry gently assists her in wearing her jacket, pulling it on with care and making sure she doesn't lean back a bit too much. Iman smiles, adjusting the jacket by herself and fixing it around her tummy. Myra literally beams, staring at her parents with so much admiration and love in her eyes. It's like everything they do makes her love them more.