The laundry you had been doing most of the day now folded in the baskets around you. Sorting them so you could bring them to the right places. 'Bathroom, our room, her room, bathroom, our room, our room' the only thoughts in your head as of now. You stand up, stretching your arms above your head, limbs falling down when you're good to go. Not a word from Zayn or your daughter for a while now. You creep around the piles of clothes to the hallway, walking to her room to check and see if she was in there. Nope. Down the hall you walk, walking to the stairs, descending them. Bare feet on the hardwood floors that lead into the kitchen and living room. Your eyes scanned the living room, landing on the two figures cuddled on the couch under a princess blanket of your daughters. Their eyes closed as she faces his chest, arms curled into her chest as she sleeps. Zayn's arm around her back to protect her from falling at any point, his mouth agape. Seizing the moment as you find the camera in the office off the living room. Snapping a picture you can save and show your daughter later in her life. The two loves of your life fast asleep because your daughter is like her father, always sleepy. Sleeping all the time with him, whether it be in your bed or her little one, maybe on the couch like now. They seem to always be sleeping.
