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Chapter 4

Honey & I | Haim

Baby Oliver was quite possibly the most adorable child I'd ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. With his deep blue-green eyes that were a perfect replica of his dad's very own, and his cute button nose that resembled his mum's, he was an impeccable mixture of the both of them. Some times he looked just like Louis (I was sure if anyone were to match their baby photos together it'd be hard to tell the difference between the two), other times he was an exact replica of Katherine—Kat for short—and most of the time (all of the time) I just wanted to keep him all to myself, pick him up and put him right in my back pocket.

Every time Louis and Kat brought the little guy around I often had trouble staying away from him. I always had Oliver wrapped safely in my arms, attached to my hip, bouncing on my knee just to make him laugh. He was so perfect, and I was almost completely positive that I was his favorite person (besides his own parents, of course) in the world. I had to be.

"You're such a natural with children," Kat smiled at me from where she sat across the table. There was a hint of fondness swimming in her eyes as she watched her son sitting in my lap, his tiny arms flailing about like the happy baby he was, speaking words that no one else could understand but him. His chubby cheeks were pushed up to the highest points of his face while he giggled at absolutely nothing at all. God, I wanted to keep him. I wondered if Louis and Kat would mind.

"Yeah?" I quirked an eyebrow, still bouncing Oliver on my knee. "'S weird, kind of, isn't it?"

"Of course," Kat agreed, nodding her head. Her dark brown hair was pulled away from her face, tucked into a half up, half down ponytail that made her look beautiful without even trying. She had these warm, golden eyes with specks of green swirling around the center that gave off this sense of calmness when you looked into them. She was gorgeous in the most effortless way possible, it wasn't even fair. "I swear you're a lot better than I was when he was first born. I was scared out of my mind, had absolutely no clue what I was doing. Think I'm alright now, though," she chuckled, and I couldn't help but do the same.

There was just something about Kat, she had this particular aura about her that just made you want to be okay no matter how you were feeling. I was still convinced that she had some type of super power, but I could never be too sure.

"Of course I had a lot of help, too, so that was a bonus. And Louis, he's just so perfect, y'know? He's all sarcasm and doesn't take anything too seriously, but around Oliver he's like a totally different person—who would've thought?"

But that was the good thing about children—they brought out the good in everyone. Not that Louis was bad at all, because he wasn't, but I fully understood why people said that kids change you. They kind of have to, though, right?

"You're both amazing," I said out of total appreciation, and it was only the truth. Louis and Kat were the kind of parents worth praising, the kind to look up to. I only hoped I could be like that, too.

I noticed how a blush seemed to creep its way up Kat's skin, and I smiled knowing that it was all because of me. Giving compliments was my thing, I loved seeing people happy. "There's no doubt that you and Zayn will be, too, I know it." Kat let me know, and I couldn't stop the grin that was beginning to take over my face. "You should see him around Olive when you're not around. Absolutely adorable, them two."

The way my heart began to swell twice its size it seemed was bound to happen. Hearing about Zayn with children, picturing him playing around and laughing, taking care of another baby was something special to me. And it'd be even more special once I saw him with our own. I was beginning to get a little impatient. But the months would go by soon enough, and before we both knew it our little one would be here in our arms, too.