Louis: He and your son Paul had been in the shower for an hour shifting the bubbles into different shapes. First Paul had a bubble moustache, then beard, then Mohawk. Louis had bubble eyebrows and sideburns. "You're such a clown." He told Paul and laughed. Paul a bit of bubbles in his fingers and slatted it on Louis' nose. "No, Dad, you're a clown." Louis laughed and poked a ball on Paul's nose. "Now we're both clowns."
Harry: Your daughter Alissa had a bubble bath up to her neck, and was having fun playing hide and seek with Harry every minute she was in it. She disappeared behind a mountain of bubbles, leaving Harry asking "Where's Alissa?" She giggled but didn't give up her hiding space. "Is she behind the shower curtain?" He looked and shook his head. "Is she in the toilet?" He shook his head again. "I can't find her! Where's my Alissa?" He pretended to cry and she popped out from behind the bubbles. "Here I am!" She screamed. "You scared me! I thought I lost you!" He laughed and splashed her.
Niall: It was his turn to bathe your newborn for the first time, and you could tell how extremely scared he was. He held your son for a while, trying to convince you to take his turn. "I'll do it next week.." He keeps saying, but you won't let him out of it. He slowly starts to put him in the bath, stopping every time he shakes to look at you. Finally he'd gotten him into his baby bath. "What do I do now?" He asked you. "Just wash him with this soap. But be gentle." He squirted some of the soap into his hand and gently rubbed soap on the baby. Your son looked up at Niall lovingly and let out a baby giggle. Niall looked at you with an excited smile. "He laughed at me!" He exclaimed. "Still scared?" You asked him with your hand on his shoulder. "I've got it." He went back to bathing your son, making him giggle over and over.
Liam: He hummed the song Row, Row, Row Your Boat as he moved the little sail boat through your daughter Lydia's bath. After a bit he was making his own rhythm though, beatboxing to himself. "Daddy, that's not how it goes." Lydia laughed and squeezed his lips with her small fingers. "How does it go?" He asked. "Row, row your boat, gently down your dream..." It was the wrong lyrics, but he couldn't help but smile at how adorable it was.
Zayn: He was putting shampoo through your son Niko's hair, making it spike up and then running his fingers through it. "Hey, you've got a quiff now." He laughed and showed your son in a hand mirror. "I look like you, dad." Niko laughed. His smile made him look more like Zayn. "You ready to wash it out?" Zayn asked, filling a cup with water. "Only if you promise that you'll make me a real quiff so I can be just like you." Niko said. Zayn nodded. "Put your head back, bud."
