I'm His

Chapter 16

ZAYN'S POV:

"Zaaaaaayn."

I felt small little fingers poking at my face, slowly taking my sleep away from me bit by bit. I tried to swat at the hands, but I never got to them.

"Zayn, wake up!" A small voice pleaded, and I knew the voice almost immediately.

I slowly forced my eyes open, only to be met by a small brunette boy in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I grinned at the sight, his hair was disheveled from sleep and he was sporting some very nice batman undies, if I do say so myself.

The room was still dimly lit, the only light source was the outside light that made it's way through a small crack where the two curtains met.

I was laid on my back while Sophie's arm was laying across my torso, her body clinging to mine.

"Yes?" I asked the boy, who seemed very annoyed at me for not waking up any sooner than I had.

"Can you make breakfast? I asked Sophie but she told me she wanted to sleep." He whined, sticking his tongue out at his older sister's sleeping figure.

I sighed out heavily before running my hand over my face, "Sure, let's let her sleep."

John smiled brightly and thanked me before running off, but not before telling me I'd better be down in less than two minutes.

I carefully removed Sophie's body from on top of mine and tucked her in again, leaving a kiss on her forehead. She needed all the sleep she could get.

I threw on a jumper and quickly made my way to the kitchen, knowing John would cause a scene if I wasn't there soon. He was quite an impatient child.

I walked into the kitchen, pulling the curtains over to see the sun hiding behind a massive storm cloud. I sighed, knowing we'd be having another stormy day in. Sophie hates storms. Like, she's terrified of them. Yesterday was a nasty day as well, the air was mucky and the sky was dark. Damn you, English weather.

John was sat upon the kitchen counter, looking rather impatient.

I ruffled his hair and opened the fridge, looking for something I could make. I wasn't one for pancakes or waffles, or stuff like that, because I usually ended up burning them. So I grabbed a carton of eggs, some cheese, breakfast ham and butter.

"Are you okay with eggs, ham and toast?" I asked, setting the items on the counter beside the stove while I got some bread out of the cupboard.

"Yes!" He happily answered.

I grinned and got a pan out from under the stovetop, setting it atop the burner.

Soon, I had everything cooking while John was happily watching cartoons in the gathering room. My ears perked up to the sound of light footsteps entering the kitchen.

"Hello beautiful," I muttered, knowing who it was already.

"Mmmm, good morning my handsome chef." Sophie mumbled, lifting herself onto the counter beside me.

I moved so I was in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs and kissing her soft lips, lingering there for a moment.

She giggled when I wouldn't stop and pushed me away, motioning towards the food.

"You'll burn our breakfast if you don't learn to control yourself Malik.." She joked, buttering a piece of toast for me.

I rolled my eyes at her and soon finished breakfast with her help.

"John, breakfast is ready!" I called to him, soon hearing his little feet padding into the room.

We all sat at the small kitchen table, talking about our plans for the day and enjoying our breakfast.